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Into the Lion's Den
Title: Into the Lion's Den
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Blind Date [ Wordcount: 827 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Yakushi Kabuto; brief mentions of Orochimaru, Uchiha Sasuke
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_game_time
'Be prepared.'
All throughout the night and well into the morning, the warning -- Kabuto's warning -- had echoed in her mind relentlessly. What it meant did not matter as much as the way that he had said it, mockingly and with a hidden sort of glee at knowing something she did not. Because the note of caution itself had been unnecessary. Ever since her imprisonment, it had been one long string of preparation after another. Of testing the limits of her skills and intelligence. Of seeing just how well she was at utilizing those traits to come out of their experiments alive. And she did come out of alive. Every single time.
After all, Tenten was a survivor.
No, she did not need the word of warning as caution had become a daily necessity in her life, now. Especially where Orochimaru's intentions were concerned. The fact that the good doctor had given her one after all these weeks (months?) of nothing but salves and serums that came with the aftermath only meant that today's round of testing would be particularly brutal if not trying. And the kunoichi could only imagine what that would entail.
So, for the time being, Tenten settled on enjoying the peace and quiet of her cell. The bed roll was as thin paper against her back and conditions were poor, even by prison standards. But it was a reprieve nonetheless from her duties as Kabuto's latest guinea pig. And she would take that small luxury any day.
Such sentiments were not meant to last, though, as the jingle of keys brought the kunoichi out of her hazy daydreams. Back to a reality she desperately wanted to wake from as the resounding slide of the lock moving out of place clanged like the final nail in her coffin.
A host of guards quickly filed in behind the medic one by one and surrounded her. Or rather, enclosed her in with a semi-circle of a wall comprised of their bodies. Thus proving that they were every bit as capable of learning from their mistakes. Because in their first encounter, they had underestimated Tenten's ability to use virtually anything as a weapon and a means to escape. Even something as commonly simple as a fork. -- An all too ordinary tool for a seemingly ordinary soldier of the Leaf -- A sore spot in their collective prides and something they no doubt resented, she suspected as the kunoichi was pulled up from where she rested on the bedroll with a hard jerk. And then promptly shoved chest-first against the nearest wall to be searched and stripped if necessary. Then came the chains and blindfold. Precautions, she was sure, to make certain that the kunoichi would never be able to learn her way around the base before she could be fully trusted with the information.
If she could be trusted at all.
But they should have known. For a shinobi, there was more than one way to see, More than one way to learn. The echo of the cell door as it opened and closed was telling of just how far the corridors stretched. Miles and miles, Tenten would guess. A thousand halls to explore. A thousand ways to get lost. And slowly but surely, she would learn them all before her time was done. The soft thud of their footsteps told of tightly packed earth. The shift in the sound every few feet indicated patches of rock and stone. Yet still they walked on and on. A left here, a right there. All the while, time ticked on, seconds passing like hours. Minutes like days while Tenten silently counted out the steps between every turn. Until the echo of their feet ceased completely.
Tenten breathed in deeply to test out what else she could determine, And found the same stale air that filled her cell. Which could only mean that they were still underground. And standing in a pit of sand or gravel that seemed to shuffle and give way beneath her sandals. All theories that were confirmed the moment the blindfold was removed. What she had not expected, though, was to find herself standing in what looked to be an underground battle coliseum. With an audience of one, watching with sinister amusement from the front row.
Orochimaru.
But that had not been Tenten's main concern. Far from it. Because the moment she had been relieved of the blindfold, her eyes had locked on to the other shinobi standing quietly across the field.
"Try not to injure her too much, Sasuke," Kabuto called over his shoulder as he turned and walked away, "Lord Orochimaru still has plans."
Letting the words sink in, Tenten swallowed hard and tried to ignore the frantic beat of her heart while she slid into her battle stance, And prepared for the fight of her life. Because even she knew that there was no way the kunoichi could win against him.
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Blind Date [ Wordcount: 827 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Yakushi Kabuto; brief mentions of Orochimaru, Uchiha Sasuke
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_torturesDedicated to:
its_game_time'Be prepared.'
All throughout the night and well into the morning, the warning -- Kabuto's warning -- had echoed in her mind relentlessly. What it meant did not matter as much as the way that he had said it, mockingly and with a hidden sort of glee at knowing something she did not. Because the note of caution itself had been unnecessary. Ever since her imprisonment, it had been one long string of preparation after another. Of testing the limits of her skills and intelligence. Of seeing just how well she was at utilizing those traits to come out of their experiments alive. And she did come out of alive. Every single time.
After all, Tenten was a survivor.
No, she did not need the word of warning as caution had become a daily necessity in her life, now. Especially where Orochimaru's intentions were concerned. The fact that the good doctor had given her one after all these weeks (months?) of nothing but salves and serums that came with the aftermath only meant that today's round of testing would be particularly brutal if not trying. And the kunoichi could only imagine what that would entail.
So, for the time being, Tenten settled on enjoying the peace and quiet of her cell. The bed roll was as thin paper against her back and conditions were poor, even by prison standards. But it was a reprieve nonetheless from her duties as Kabuto's latest guinea pig. And she would take that small luxury any day.
Such sentiments were not meant to last, though, as the jingle of keys brought the kunoichi out of her hazy daydreams. Back to a reality she desperately wanted to wake from as the resounding slide of the lock moving out of place clanged like the final nail in her coffin.
A host of guards quickly filed in behind the medic one by one and surrounded her. Or rather, enclosed her in with a semi-circle of a wall comprised of their bodies. Thus proving that they were every bit as capable of learning from their mistakes. Because in their first encounter, they had underestimated Tenten's ability to use virtually anything as a weapon and a means to escape. Even something as commonly simple as a fork. -- An all too ordinary tool for a seemingly ordinary soldier of the Leaf -- A sore spot in their collective prides and something they no doubt resented, she suspected as the kunoichi was pulled up from where she rested on the bedroll with a hard jerk. And then promptly shoved chest-first against the nearest wall to be searched and stripped if necessary. Then came the chains and blindfold. Precautions, she was sure, to make certain that the kunoichi would never be able to learn her way around the base before she could be fully trusted with the information.
If she could be trusted at all.
But they should have known. For a shinobi, there was more than one way to see, More than one way to learn. The echo of the cell door as it opened and closed was telling of just how far the corridors stretched. Miles and miles, Tenten would guess. A thousand halls to explore. A thousand ways to get lost. And slowly but surely, she would learn them all before her time was done. The soft thud of their footsteps told of tightly packed earth. The shift in the sound every few feet indicated patches of rock and stone. Yet still they walked on and on. A left here, a right there. All the while, time ticked on, seconds passing like hours. Minutes like days while Tenten silently counted out the steps between every turn. Until the echo of their feet ceased completely.
Tenten breathed in deeply to test out what else she could determine, And found the same stale air that filled her cell. Which could only mean that they were still underground. And standing in a pit of sand or gravel that seemed to shuffle and give way beneath her sandals. All theories that were confirmed the moment the blindfold was removed. What she had not expected, though, was to find herself standing in what looked to be an underground battle coliseum. With an audience of one, watching with sinister amusement from the front row.
Orochimaru.
But that had not been Tenten's main concern. Far from it. Because the moment she had been relieved of the blindfold, her eyes had locked on to the other shinobi standing quietly across the field.
"Try not to injure her too much, Sasuke," Kabuto called over his shoulder as he turned and walked away, "Lord Orochimaru still has plans."
Letting the words sink in, Tenten swallowed hard and tried to ignore the frantic beat of her heart while she slid into her battle stance, And prepared for the fight of her life. Because even she knew that there was no way the kunoichi could win against him.
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