Sleepwalker

RP account for Naruto OC Yamanaka Sae (semi-selective, multi-para)

[muyubyo-sha]

@kahixo

“Fuck yeah.” A rattling cough came out of Mika as the last of the vapors hit the back of their nose. “I bet you handle your drinks well.” Unlike them, who was looking like a greenhorn now. Mika played it off like nothing happened, immediately leaning close while pushing a few locks away from Sae’s glasses. They suited her face.

“Seiko.” What a cute name. Mika did think of the sultry tones that used to play on records in the family home. It could be a pseudonym, not that it mattered. “Wonder if you can sing just as sweetly?” The innuendo could have slapped you across the face with how Mika was now eyeballing Sae. “I got some good shit in my room, if you’re not doing anything else tonight.” Mika was on a D-rank delivery, who’d care if they took a bong and some pills to make a little vacation of it? “Sorry if I’m making assumptions, you just look like you know how to loosen up.”

“Yeah, I do. Gotta keep pace with a postmodern cavewoman during my day job, so…” That was one of many things she could say about the Mugen heiress. Fujiko was a gorgeous Goliath, a beautiful barbarian, an inked-up Amazon, a willful warrior princess with a pompadour…the list could go on. And on. And on.

“I think she weighs about two of me, she’s so big. And with a big liver like that, it had to take an awful lot of training to get mine to rival hers.” Now she could outdrink Fujiko, which was quite an accomplishment. Mugen women were about the size of tall, powerful men. Their men were even bigger and built like bears.

With Mika getting close enough to touch Sae’s hair, the Yamanaka briefly tensed up. It had been so long since she had that kind of contact that it caught her by surprise how fast Mika wanted to move. But that was good, though. It meant nobody had to think about long term ramifications.

“My parents were assholes, naming me that,” she teased. “I can’t sing worth half a goddamn, but I can play a body like an instrument.” She knew just where to touch, to caress, to suck, lick, scratch—to make a whole variety of noises.

“What kinda shit you got, sugar?” She was only asking because she was packing some psychedelics tonight. Considering how long she’d be out in the middle of nowhere, a 12-hour LSD trip sounded like a great way to spend the wait time.

[muyubyo-sha]

@kahixo

Were they too aggressive? Mika was just months shy of 21, inexperienced in the more nuanced ways of seduction and all that. It didn’t help being on the fourth glass of whiskey. Their puppy-like enthusiasm was supposedly endearing to older women, so Mika couldn’t complain. “So plenty of time to do anything you want tonight.”

Dilated pupils; elevated heart rate, Mika couldn’t be more obvious as they leaned in, trying to create some sense of privacy. Something about Sae seemed familiar, like they’d gazed longingly at a very similar pair of eyes before. The thought can barely take hold before Mika spoke. “My name’s Mika.” It’s a common name, so they don’t mind giving it out. A few more notes are slapped onto the bar with Mika’s empty glass. “I’ll try what you’re having.” She seemed to like it, and Mika wasn’t picky with booze. The bartender took his time, not hurried to serve an obnoxious customer. He set the gimlet down, taking the money. No change this time either.

“Gimlet?” Down the hatch it went. Oh god! That shit was strong. Mika barely contained the grimace as the aftertaste lingered. “God damn.” All that needed to be said, really.

Sometimes Sae liked pushy people. She was surrounded by them all the time with “work” and knew how to cool down Fujiko-hime’s jets. If she got in a snit with her, Sae knew how to diffuse that type of emotional bomb in record time and save her own ass. Her best solution in those cases involved throwing somebody else under the proverbial bus.

No such person was around today. She still liked being bossed around and told what to do because it meant she didn’t have to think too hard on it. Just drink. Just tickle the id. Don’t think about long term plans or consequences. Act. That’s all it came down to.

“That’s the best part of being an adult, isn’t it? Nobody’s exactly there to tell you that you shouldn’t have lime juice and gin for dinner. Besides, alcohol’s the best sin there is.” She’d heard this one so many times and long since forgot who first said it, but it was so true. “All because the punishment’s build into the sin.

“Mika, huh? Nice to meet you.” No surname, though. She’d do the same. “I’m Seiko.” Sae, really. Seiko was simply more common, seeing as some celebrity songbird in the Land of Smoke carried that name and was super popular around the time Sae was born.

The reaction to the drink made her laugh. “Oh, yeah. You need to watch for the vapors. If you don’t know what you’re expecting, it’ll come back up and—guess you just figured that out, eh?”

[muyubyo-sha]

@kahixo

She smiled nice, Mika thought, her eyes were pretty too… one too many drinks had started to make theme less eloquent. “That sounds good.” Mika maintained eye contact, which the bartender observed with annoyance as they ordered a gimlet. He wasn’t giving change back. “I do like limes, they go with just about anything.” There’s a not so subtle look over of Sae’s body again, which may come off as creepy to a sober person. The drink was placed in front of the two and Mika offered it, feeling emboldened after finishing their own glass.

“You didn’t come with anyone?” Maybe she’d be free the rest of the night? Mika felt strangely desperate, already going for the jugular like that. “I’m only passing through…so I’ll be back on the road in the morning.” So you better be down if you want a piece of this. Mika flirted a lot, it was fun yet they rarely took strangers to bed. The risk of getting STIs was high if you didn’t use protection right. Something about this blonde was very enticing and Mika had a pouch of dental dams. So why the hell not?

Her admirer appeared to be an interesting individual. Androgynous, vigorous: probably an active flirt. Sae hadn’t had too many yet. She’d always start with the low alcoholic content drinks first, just to get a few in her system, then give herself a true liver-killer as a grand finale. And the way she liked her gimlets, they truly were liver-killers.

As soon as that liquid touched her lips, the gin had about as much bite to it as gasoline. One quick gulp and Sae felt the vapors go back up her throat and even her nose. It burned, but in a good way. She loved that burning sensation.

“I didn’t need to,” Sae remarked. “My group kinda splits to do their own thing when we’re someplace new.” And in her case, they were presently doing intel in other places. It would be easy to tell them if she was preoccupied. And really, it was only Fujiko-hime she actually had to report to.

And considering what a massive flirt Mugen Fujiko was, she probably wouldn’t give Sae too much flak about sowing some Sapphic “oats” elsewhere.

“So nah. I’ve got no plans the rest of the evening. Nobody’s meeting up again until sunrise tomorrow.”

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[muyubyo-sha]

@kahixo

Okay, that got a laugh from Mika and lightened the atmosphere. “If you don’t mind me being crass, I was admiring your assets.” Mika had seen her from the back first. Now that they were closer, Sae’s scars were pretty hard to miss. “I can’t say I do?” Not like some facial scars are a deterrent, considering how often horrific injuries occur in their profession. Sidling up to the actual bar, Mika placed a few notes down, waiting for the bartender.

“What’s your poison?” Mika had a single malt whiskey, they usually didn’t get cocktails when visiting unfamiliar bars.

Sae smiled, mostly because people seldom flirted with her. This was a rarity: a fleeting opportunity for a little bit of fun while the rest of the caravan continued their operation. They’d be leaving this place with a lot more valuables than they started with…but she was the night guard.

Her role always happened after dark, once their targets hit the REM part of sleep. Nobody could fight back during those hours, not unless they were lucid dreamers.

Alcohol made the experience that much more fun. If she wanted her victim to act drunk, sometimes it was best to be drunk. “Gimlet,” Sae answered with certainty. She leaned in closer to the stranger, so the resonance of her voice could feel like a hum across the skin. “See, it’s a gin cocktail, paired with sweet lime juice. It’s really good if you add basil to the mix…”

But she loved gin in particular. There was something almost medicinal about its taste.

[muyubyo-sha]

Captured

[muyubyo-sha]

@despairinghxpe

His father had told him that it would be good for him to go. That it was an honor, even. Only the best was allowed, in fact..but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be good and it was a pity he had overlooked it. Tenma had been hurt and Itachi was sure he would die. As soon as it happened they knew they were outmatched and though Itachi had tried to back Tenma..they were just too strong.

And that frustrated him more than anything else about this situation. His father would be furious and demand that this ring be destroyed but with the state of things in Konoha..it was probably unlikely that it would make a difference. There were many other Uchiha even if he was a prodigy and there were more genin and more jounin where that came from. A single team going missing wasn’t a big blow even if he was the clan head’s son. And he understood that.

They had been separated and it had to say something about his relationship with his sensei that he felt the same with him as he felt without him. He knew the other would try to save himself before any of his students. He stood, back straight as he watched this woman study him. There was no other way to describe the look in her eyes as calculating and cool as they were. He thought he’d seen a flash of something when they’d first arrived but that had gone quickly.

“You can leave when I do,” Itachi responded, “I’ll make sure you do.”

He would be planning to leave, to get away at the soonest opportunity. He knew how to live off the land, he knew how to fight. He knew how to hide. And..his genjutsu was amazing. He could if he truly wanted to. His eyes followed her hands to the bag–he was practical enough to know that even if the outside was pretty, the inside wouldn’t be. That was in contrast to Danzo, who was just as ugly outside as Itachi was sure he was on the inside. His hand fisted. 

This was a setback he hadn’t even considered. When she moved to touch the fan on his back, he watched her carefully. Going by her words…valuable..they would sell him off to the highest bidder. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was the Cloud. They’d always wanted to dissect Konoha’s dojutsu.

“Minazuki should catch a decent price, then,” Itachi remarked, “Seeing as he’s a jounin.” He could be tortured for information.

It had been a nighttime stroll for her. She’d been one of those naughty little girls who stole things from the refrigerator and left the apartment late at night to hold secret midnight feasts with her best friend. Sometimes she wondered if Nara Megumi ever made it to their spot near the Hokage Mountain, or how long she sat and waited until she gave up on Sae showing up.

How long did it take for her to realize Sae wouldn’t be coming back: that something happened to her Yamanaka friend? How long did it take for her parents to realize she was actually gone instead of out and about? What about filing a missing persons report? And how long did the Konohagakure Military Police Force look for her until some other kid vanished and took higher priority? If a kid couldn’t be found after the first 48 hours, the signs of finding them alive were next to nothing.

‘How about after ten years?’

She had to wonder if such things were racing through Itachi’s mind. How long would anyone look for him before giving up? Were his parents determined to have him back, or would they resign themselves to the fact that a child that valuable would stay lost?

But this one was different. He sounded so confident that he could leave. Sae sighed and slowly shook her head. “No, dear. Take it from somebody who tried before. You don’t want to risk it.”

She hoisted one of her thick legs up to the table and unzipped the zipper on the side of her knee-high sandal-boot. Midway down the calf, a series of ugly pink scars appeared on her creamy-pale skin. The electrical burns were everywhere, but these hideous things occupied the bottoms of her legs. The way the skin puckered up and turned slick made it clear the point of mutilation had been near the ankle, right at the tendon connecting it to the foot.

Hamstringing, they called it.

“If they catch you trying it, this is what they’ll do,” provided they didn’t kill him. But they wouldn’t. An Uchiha was far too valuable. “If you find a way,” she whispered, still patting that fan on his back, “tell me during a checkup. I’ll let you know if anyone attempted it before.”

But did he still think he could get out and possibly rescue a badly crippled woman at the same time? There had been an Uchiha in camp before. That boy died a brutal death for what he’d attempted.

“As for your sensei, his information is more valuable than he is.” And they had ways of extracting information. In other words, Sae was going to have a busy night turning a man’s brain into a jellied mush. “They’ll bleed his brain dry, take what’s of use, and then scrap him.”

Sure, Minazuki Yuki would try to sing for his life. He’d sing like a canary and spill all kinds of confidential secrets. It wouldn’t be enough.

“I’m fairly sure we’ll only be keeping you and the girl.”

[muyubyo-sha]

"If I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?" A cough. "...if I get you a drink will you forget that pick up line?"

“If you said I had a nice body, I’d ask you to share theMolly.” Because whatever this stranger had, it had to be some prettyawesome shit. “Or ask you if you have an electrocution fetish.”

Not that this was a bad thing. Just interesting.

“And sure. I’dlove a drink.”

[muyubyo-sha]

Captured

@despairinghxpe

‘Poor little thing. Your life as you know it is over.’

Normally, when she uttered those words to a new prisoner, there was a hint of patronizing sarcasm thrown in like an unwanted spice. This time, she couldn’t even bring herself to say it.

This boy wasn’t even ten years old, but Sae was told he’d worn a Konohagakure hitai-ate when one of Mugen Mimiru’s eleven sons attacked and raided the Fire Daimyo’s entourage.

Every year, like clockwork, that old codger made a trip from the Land of Fire capitol city to Konohagakure no Sato to discuss matters of state with the Third Hokage. Both ways (to and from), one of Konoha’s finest genin teams would escort him. Nobody ever attacked those children. It was understood you simply didn’t do that to feudal lords.

The Mugen Tribe didn’t care about that kind of shit. They cared about money, power, influence, and asserting themselves over others.

The Fire Daimyo was like most feudal lords in that he was three things: weak, timid, and opulent. And Mugen Hachiro, the man who raided the entourage, was like most other Mugen men: big, strong, and vicious.

One of the genin—this kid’s teammate—had tried his best to protect the Daimyo, only to receive a sword straight through the gut. Sae had stitched the brat back up because Hachiro ordered her to do so, but even she could tell the boy, Tenma, was a lost cause. He wouldn’t stop screaming and thrashing in the other room from the pain.

Hachiro said to stitch him up. He said nothing about anesthesia.

In another room, the girl (Shinko) was sobbing into her jōnin instructor’s chest. The jōnin, Minazuki Yuki, was perhaps the only one in the group who understood how bad things were about to get.

The injured boy wasn’t going to make it. He’d be left alone on a cot to die from septic shock or blood loss, whichever came first.

The Daimyo would be ransomed back to the Land of Fire, and that would be Hachiro’s project to handle far, far away from camp. He knew better than to shit where he ate. Konoha would, of course, send ninjas to bring the Daimyo back. The last thing he wanted was to lead those people directly to camp.

As for the other three shinobi on Team Minazuki, they appeared to be perfectly healthy and able-bodied. As the Mugen Tribe’s token “medic”, Sae (a fellow prisoner) would evaluate the three to determine who was worth keeping around, who would sell well on the black market, and who was too much trouble to keep alive.

She had yet to evaluate Minazuki, but had already told Shinko she was “cute” enough to be worth something. Sae truly did pity the pretty girls. She could hear the poor thing sobbing in the other room, trying to get whatever comfort and consolation she could from a sensei who was probably more preoccupied with how he could save himself.

“I used to be from Konoha, too,” the scarred-up Yamanaka woman remarked as she gestured for Itachi to sit on her examination table. “In fact, I was around your age when they took me.”

She opened up a worn-out bag that resembled a happy-looking owl. Inside it were needles, syringes, surgical tools, and other things nobody would have ever guessed belonged inside something so deceptively cute.

“But there was always one thing the Hidden Leaf did that, in retrospect, was rather foolish. It makes things easier for groups like this one, but still. It’s…”

A bony hand reached to stroke the Uchiha fan embroidered on the back of the boy’s shirt. “It makes it easy to identify who the real valuable party is.”

[muyubyo-sha]

@masterofwar

Madara could almost see the relief on her face–but most of that was well-hidden. His eyebrows rose at her bow–stiff and formal–but he couldn’t fault her. She was getting nearly everything she wanted in return for..her life, basically. But at least if she died she would be going for a good cause. Not something inane like the other shinobi that died on the battlefield. She was lucky in that regard at least..in his opinion.

Loyalty was different for each person, for each life. And obligations–duty–would always lag behind true loyalty, given of one’s heart and soul. Obligation only chained the mind and ended up dragging the person down–and made them resentful above all. He had no place amongst his plan for such a hang up. In this case, she was the best one he’d come across so far for the more subtle aspects of his plan.

The way her eyes shone as she spoke cemented that he made the right decision. That she still had something within her worth using–worth having amongst what he cultivated carefully over the years. Everything was starting to pull together and though it wasn’t hope he was feeling, it was delight. He stayed silent, watching her  finger trace the scar on her wrist. He would let her continue to speak–and there would be something to file away for later if she kept up like this.

At most, she was cunning–at best, she was better at planning than he was. A slow smile curled the corners of his lips and though it wasn’t a nice smile–most would call it ‘terrifying’ or a ‘cheshire’s’ smirk… it was there. Finally, he weighed his words carefully as his lips pulled taut across his teeth.

“And the look on their faces will be worth it.” He wondered after the trafficking rings were destroyed…would she destroy the others that took their place? With a power-vacuum like that there would surely be one. “I will make sure that another trafficking ring doesn’t take their clientele..though I’m sure you intend to wipe every trace of them off the face of the earth.” Considering his battle-prowess..anything was possible. They just had to be quiet.

“If you are to..be able to speak to me without reservations, I wouldn’t be adverse to you calling me Madara-san or Uchiha-san.” Madara-sama did have a nice ring but he didn’t know if that would take her back there–back to the ring–as he’d known several during his time to require no less of their…acquired pieces. He didn’t want to remind her of that. It wouldn’t do anything..in fact, he had a better way of motivating her than to remind her of the past.

True freedom was a myth. The way humanity set itself up, that was never going to be a thing for anyone outside the anarchists. They loved order and organization. Some folks couldn’t even adjust to the thought of having to perform tasks without any sort of direction. Sae had to be her own compass for so long.

She could throw her heart into this because there was nobody forcing her hand. So far as she knew, none of her own wishes or objectives clashed with this final plan. Her one stipulation was when they dragged heaven down to the masses; those who participated in the hell she lived through wouldn’t reap that reward. She’d rather kill them one by one and out them for their sins.

Few could hate like she could hate. Her hate burned hotter than a sun and would consume everything in its path, even the poor unfortunates who just so happened to get in her way.

“I’ll memorize each expression,” she vowed. “And anyone who even dares to utter their names to others, they’ll get it too. Before long, the world will come to believe in the concept of hungry ghosts and condemn those who treat others like livestock.” But it was so much worse. They could have children with that livestock without calling the deed bestiality.

Thank the gods the electrical scars left her too ugly for anyone to contemplate that. Her ring had deemed her “unfuckable” ages ago.

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” Sae asked, raising an eyebrow. She still felt the itch of addiction in her body. It craved ketamine, valium, or perhaps a barbiturate: something to help her hush and rest. “Wouldn’t that imply we are equals? Familiar equals? I’m not your equal. I’m lesser. The proper respect must be owed.”

She’d have gained great amusement out of calling him Madara-san, but had a faint fear it would confuse whatever others there were.

[uchihacollector]

RP2 - The new body

[muyubyo-sha]

@kageofthehiddenmist

“Just give a yell.” The guard took the capsule, even though he didn’t look like he enjoyed the idea of using it. Hell, even he looked worried about the thought police.

Mei folded her arms in front of her body, and this time it was without the intention to push her chest up for attention. This time it was genuinely to create more distance between her, and this woman. A change of scenery was not always good. Terumi had been the barking leader of the dogs in the cells, but felt like a mouse near a cat now.

“Lightning, huh? It should have killed you. Why did you get me here? I hated the prisons, but I might just think I hate your face more.”

The more you think I hate it, the more likely you’ll send me back.

People looked for approval in a pretty girl, and it gave her power when they cared what she thought.

Sae seldom screamed in a way where people heard her. Most of the time, people only heard a bit of music or what sounded like chants or murmurs under her door. The rest of the time, it was totally silent. Maybe once or twice, somebody heard a moan. That was it.

Her “screams” were way worse: a jolt of energy to the brain so sharp and high-pitched that those who “heard” it temporarily lost eyesight and felt like a needle was rammed into their occipital lobe. It made her cries for help impossible to ignore, since nobody could concentrate on anything else until Sae found assistance.

After all, there was no guarantee the attack would end if she died. Nobody was brave enough to test that one out.

The door’s closed. She has herself a subordinate of her own choosing. “I thought you’d be a little more grateful for the change of scenery. When Orochimaru-sama gave me a chance to move here versus staying with the human traffickers who had me before, I showed my gratitude.” And she’d leave it up to Mei’s imagination as to what Sae did to earn a private room versus a spot in a cell.

She had a kekkei genkai. That much was apparent. But Sae’s body was of no use as a possible container. Orochimaru was ambitious, but also vain. He’d never want someone this roughed up for that purpose.

“Though looks aren’t everything, Mei-san. After a while, survival becomes the most beautiful thing of all.” Sae intentionally let her looks go. Where she came from, the pretty girls got the worst fate. She could have treated the lightning scars, but didn’t. It made her “unfuckable” among those men. And if she looked bad enough that the traffickers wanted to puke, great. So long as she remained useful.

“You’re partially here because I think I’m cute, but that’s such a minor thing. I’m more interested in what you can do.”

‘You’re not obligated to like me. I couldn’t care less about that. However, assuming you ever want to leave here alive, you’re obligated to obey.’

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i just wanna sit on your lap and give you 17372838 kisses tbh

[uchihacollector]

RP2 - The new body

[muyubyo-sha]

@kageofthehiddenmist

Mei woke up with a shock. Her leg jolted so much that she kicked the wall, which alerted the guards. One stood up, and walked over.

Mei had to scramble away from the bars or he would grab her hair and press his cigarette in her shoulder or arm.

She caught Yaten’s eyes, and shook her head. She whispered: “Plan’s off.”

“What’s that?” The guard said. “Plan? What kind of plan?”

And that was the end for Mei, she thought. Soon the lights would go on. She would be singled out. She would be brought to an isolation cell, and either this scruffy guard would get his way with her until she killed him, or the thought police would get to her. Seriously, what was that woman? How did she know? Mei had never even heard of a bloodline limit like this.

The guard leaned against the wall. He looked at her, and blew out his smoke. “You’re trembling. You OK?”

“Y-yes.”

“Sure? You’re not ill?”

“Nightmare,” she said.

“And that stuff about that plan?” he asked.

“It’s not happening.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” she said, and he didn’t take her away. She wish she felt relieved, but she hadn’t promised him. She had promised this to herself. Because with a thought police going around in her dreams… everything was dangerous. She first needed to verify it was true, and secondly, she had to protect herself. It was a dog eats dog world, and Mei promised herself that she would survive this one way or the other.

Sur enough, morning came, and Mei wished it had not. She was sure Amaterasu on her vessel could have played truant for a day. It would just be a very long night.

Then a guard came, called out her name, and she was singled out. He took her out, and took her through corridors that were further inside the lair. It was a maze. Everything looked the same. She pulled out hair before and after  every turn, so she would find her way.

“You’d better not kill this weirdo,” the guard said. He had the habit of insulting those while making it sound affectionate. Worst thing, he meant it. He did like the people he called arsesmellers and toesuckers. He smiled. “Lord Orochimaru’s fond of her bath bombs.”

Mei had no choice but to enter the room. She saw the petite woman with glasss and a skull smile - so hollow. It made her chilly. Goosebumps appeared. This was next level security.

There is a thought police. So it’s true.

“What happened to your face?” she asked in a high and worried tone, because people were more likely to forgive an rude question at an initial meeting than a late one deep in conversation. She wanted to know what had hurt her. If she can be hurt, she can be killed. Everyone with the pretense of being tamed, should start out a rebel.

Fuck you. If it wasn’t for you, I would be free at this hour. 

She’d read all kinds of dirty smut in her spare time. Most of what she found out here wasn’t much to her liking, and one thing in particular was clear: very few authors could write lesbians in any real seriousness. All that stuff about tribbing, scissoring, fingering with manicured hands—ugh. They didn’t know what it was like outside of pornography. What a letdown.

So she had to read the straight stuff to get any depiction of women whatsoever. What a blah.

Though she also found somebody’s kinkier collection, including a lewd dystopia series where social status was dependent on hair color and blondes could own darker-haired people as sexual pets. Sure, the main two characters were men, but it was already giving her ideas. Not necessarily good ideas, but ideas nonetheless.

‘I could get creative and make some dirty dreams,’ she decided. She’d also told one of Orochimaru’s younger darlings who had enough clout to walk around the compound without supervision that she’d pay good money if he could find her good porn. He had yet to deliver.

She’d placed an aphrodisiac blend within the room: blood orange, ylang ylang, patchouli, spike lavender, sandalwood atlas, and jasmine. It wasn’t a subtle scent, but overpowering: like too much perfume minus the artificial chemical bite.

Terumi Mei. So beautiful. Sae smiled, touching the scar on her face. Those fingertips traced across other parts of her body, all the way to her leg.

“Oh, this? I was struck by lightning several years ago. It took nearly a year and a half for my sense of taste to come back.”

Now it felt sharper than ever. She also felt hungry.

Sae’s dead-looking eyes turned toward the guard. “I think we’re good now,” she told him, handing a tiny capsule of something to him. He could dissolve that thing in water later and get a good night’s sleep. “You’ll know if we’re not, hm?”

[muyubyo-sha]

@masterofwar

“I will take care of those within my clan.” It wouldn’t take long to do–as he’d heard of their untimely demise..He wondered briefly if he could recruit Uchiha Itachi to their numbers, but he’d quickly thrown that idea out. Obito had given him too dangerous a briefing about the boy..and he believed that regardless of his place in Akatsuki, he was still loyal to that damned village. Oh well, he couldn’t have every powerful piece on the board, could he? Though..

The smirk that lit his face was something other than pleasant–so she had no scruples, did she? And.. “I wouldn’t ask something of you that you did not want to do..at least to that degree.” If she was denying him this, it had to be important. Let her have her one scruple and take the rest. Small concessions were worth it in the end, even if he did want to hurry it up and have everything finished quickly. Good things came to those who waited and planned.

“Some think that loyalty is overrated and that it can be gained through power only. That was the one failing Hashirama and the council had..when I was once a part of the leaf. They assumed because he was marginally stronger than me that he could push me in any direction he wished. Loyalty isn’t bought or forced. It is something to be freely given. Or it breeds resentment, which breeds hate.” Here, his eyes flickered to her. “Forced loyalty is servitude.”

“It sounds like you have your duties down,” Madara commented, “At least I won’t have to stand over you..” He could still remember chasing Obito with his gunbai when he tried to get out of training, laughing maniacally as he breathed out a few flames. Too bad, fear was a powerful motivator..at least for a child. As he grew, of course that didn’t work anymore. But still, it was fun. His lips quirked up for a moment and then they went back to their previous neutrality.

“Tell me how and what you would like to have done to those that have wronged you. We will carry out your vengeance in the beginning. As of now, my plans are just beginning..we have a few years yet before things begin to truly become… necessary.” That way once things began there would be no distractions. There would be…getting her leg in working order, seeing her drug tolerance and the effect on her..and then this.

What a relief. She’d never have to come into contact with the Uchiha Clan. Sure, she had made a promise to Yuuya years ago that if she made it out and he didn’t that she’d tell his next of kin what happened to him in that shithole. If Madara (and possibly Obito) were the only two she’d come into contact with, then one of them would have to do.

And she already told Madara. Was that close enough? She’d tell herself she was so she wouldn’t have to think on it any further. If she persisted in her rumination, she’d continue mentally torturing herself until she fell apart at the seams. And that wouldn’t do. No, ma’am. Not for what she needed to do.

‘Good. Whatever my limitations are, he’ll respect them. If he has any of his own, I can at least offer him the same courtesy. If there is a part of this plan he hesitates with but knows must be performed, then maybe I can step forward and make myself useful…’

“It’s appreciated, Madara-sama.” She could give the proper bow, even as her back ached. “And it sounds like we have the same idea about loyalty.” Like with the simple housecat, it was earned: provided at the discretion and choice of the one offering it. Loyalty was a form of consent. To force it was truly servitude. “Versus obligation.”

She wasn’t some irresponsible child. She understood the ramifications of a half-assed attempt at her job. Perhaps she wasn’t an all-important piece of the great machine, but she could do her part and owed it to this man to do it right. Not just well, but absolutely and irrefutably right.

“I fantasized about a revenge fantasy for years,” she admitted. “I thought often about what I would do if I were in a position where I could do something. And considering what you will have me do, my own petty hangups might prove to be good practice for what you’ve asked of me.”

There was something nasty in those dead-looking eyes of hers, paired with an animalistic, primeval twinkle. “I memorized faces, names, and addresses. I intentionally befriended the slave who was in charge of the financial side of the ring. I know who buys from trafficking rings most regularly, and who committed the worst offenses against humanity. I also know which ones wronged me personally.”

And she wouldn’t let it go. Not in a million goddamn years.

“I want to kill not only those men, but the whole culture. People aren’t things. They shouldn’t be treated like objects. As for those who bought them just as callously as they would livestock…heh…”

She stared down at her hands and badly scarred left wrist. A finger traced the scar, knowing it spiraled across half her body. “I’ll do this by shadowing the most influential five or six. One by one, I’ll follow behind from a distance to study their daily habits. As they sleep, I’ll poke into their heads to find out fears, regrets, allergies…anything I can potentially use.

“Then, when their most vulnerable moment inevitably comes, I make my move. I take them over. I’ll write the suicide note as they’re still aware enough of what’s going on to see their hand in action, knowing it’s not their will.

“Then comes the noose, or the slit wrists, or the pills, or the carbon monoxide, or the swan dive from the top of a tall building. They’ll know in those seconds. They just won’t be able to do anything about it.”

[eljayetc]

- Andrea Gibson

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Why should I apologize                                for the monster I’ve become…

… when no one has apologized                                              for making me this way?

[muyubyo-sha]

“Lead the way.”

She had every reason to believe this was some sort of sting operation, but she honestly didn’t care. Time and again, Sae kept looking to see if this woman’s shoulder was exposed. If it was, she had a sneaking suspicion she’d find an ANBU tattoo.

But ANBU would recognize missing persons from major clans without any issue. She’d recognize a hostage. A prisoner. A captive held against her will. And if she so much as said a word about it, Sae would turn on the waterworks and beg for rescue.

By that point, it would no longer be advantageous to be Mugen Fujiko’s subordinate. For now, though, the act had to continue, just as it had gone for two unbroken decades.

“Just a few more levels of stairs,” she informed the guest. “Though I have to ask again. What exactly was it you were hoping to find on the black market?”

[muyubyo-sha]

“Want a hug?”

Nobody else was around. She couldn’t sense any other presence. But the fact of the matter it was still a summer month, and those were always the most trying for her. Summer was her season of death, her season of feeling inadequate and helpless and--

“...yeah,” she murmurs. Sae holds up a hand and scoops the air toward herself a few quick times to gesture for Aina to come closer. “But just a quick one, okay?”

She was starved for any sort of tenderness, but didn’t want to get too close to anyone. It wasn’t like she actually trusted (or needed) anyone enough to warrant it.