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My dear Imako... don't let them keep you in your cage.
|| This is what happens when I get bored. ||
The field was scattered with dead bodies, mixed with ninjas from Konohagakure and Iwagakure. Medic-nins from each side dragged out their injured comrades and busied themselves with keeping them alive.
A woman peeked out from behind a rock, eyes scanning the area. They caught sight of a silvered hair man. Her eyes widened and she immediately rushed over to him. She saw his hand covering his wounds, and she could tell by the looks of it that he couldn't be saved.
She was taught not to have any emotions, but not tears escaped from the corners of her eyes and fell down her blank face. She grabbed a handful of the mans clothing and tightened her fist around it.
"Sensei...," she whisperd.
"I-Imako!"
She looked over to the man and put a hand against his bloody cheek. "Master, don't talk. You need to save your energy."
He smiled weakly and tilted his head to the side where blood began to escape from the corners of his mouth. His shaggy silver hair fell into his face as he attempted to sit up, grabbing onto Imakos arm as support. She put a hand behind his back and used her other hand to hold onto his shoulder.
"Master, sto-"
"Don't call me master," he coughed and put a hand over his mouth to stop the blood from staining onto Imakos tanned skin, "No one is your master."
"B-But, Mas-"
"Imako," he tightened his grip on the womans arm and stared into her brown and gray eyes, "Don't... you aren't their tool..."
"But, Master my destiny is to always be a tool... every shinobis is."
"No, Imako, Choose your own destiny. Don't let anyone use you anymore and," he paused to brush away the tears from Imakos eyes, "Lets your emotions out."
At his touch, Imako felt her face crumble of its perfectly constructed blankness. It numbed with the pain of sadness and the tears began thickly streaming down her face.
The taste of metallic slipped into her mouth as she felt the mans warm lips press against her cold ones. He pulled away, body stiffening. "Imako I...," his sentenced died off and he became hollow.
Imako screamed and shook the man. "Master, M-master don't leave me!" She yelled, hugging him close to her. She got no response even when she attempted to kiss him.
She licked the blood from her lips and felt it sliver down her throat. She gazed forward, insides twisting with feelings she hadn't felt in an eternity. The sounds of people calling her name behind her fell on deaf ears, and it wasn't until a hand fell onto her shoulder that she snapped.
She turned around and stared wide eyed at the Iwagakure ninja behind her. She quickly grabbed onto his arm and used her strength to pull him forward, slamming him onto the ground. He was shocked, and before he could bring out his kunai Imako ripped out his throat.
The screams from the shinobi alerted the others, and when they surrounded Imako they gazed in horror at what she had done. Someone called for the Tsuchikage, but she wasn't listening. She was too busy trying to hold in the feeling of hate and anger that was bubbling inside her. She wanted to kill everyone and everything. She couldn't survive now that the one person who cared about her was gone.
I have to kill them... they all have to die. DIE, DIE, DIE!
Imako felt something tight wrap around her throat, and then a sharp pain stabbed her. She could feel something like claws digging into her neck, and the chakra that she was building up was being drained away.
Her body was weakening, and she looked up to see her Kage using a special bindment jutsu created just for her. The other shinobi summoned their chains which wrapped around Imakos body, securing her tightly.
A dark laugh bursted from Imakos mouth. She smiled maliciously at at the kage and sneered. "I'm going to kill you," she said in a sing song voice, "And your family. I'm going to kill everyone!
"Sir, shes snapped!"
"Tch. After we spent so many years keeping you fed, clothed, and trained you're going to kill us?" The kage sand, eyes narrowing.
Imako felt the laugher start up again, and the chains around her began to snap as she stretched out her arms. "All you pitiful humans can't keep me tamed in his wretched body," The chains around Imako gave away and she stood, ripping the collar from her neck, "Feel the strength of the five-tailed demon!"
She charged straight at the Tsuchikage, blinded by her rage. The other shinobi quickly moved to protect him, but he had a look on his face that said 'Don't you dare'.
High charges were put on her after her battle with the kage. She had almost won, if it weren't for the interferance of his stupid subordinates. She was condemned to live chained up in the underground, never to see the light of day again.
She surely thought that this would be the end, locked up in a pitch black room with only the sound of mice to keep her company.
It felt like eternity before the sound of those familar footsteps, and the creaking of the bars came to her ears. The light flooding in made her winch and hide her eyes behind a chained hand. She could smell the kage who was standing before her.
She wanted to yell and curse at him, but the lack of speech had made her throat dry and her voice cracked.
"Have you been a good girl?" He asked.
Imako looked up at him, eyes half closed to block out the light. "Yes," she said hoarsely.
"I have a mission for you, one that will free you."
Imako stared, face blank. She didn't feel like talking anymore to him. The kage waited, and after a while of silence he started up again.
"We want you to go to Konoha and spy on them-"
"Get someone else."
"... and we want you to assassinate the new hokage."
Assassination? This caught her attention. "Why? Go get your ANBU to do it."
"No, I want you to do it. You're the second greatest-"
"Get the first."
He raised a brow. "You don't want to be free?"
Imako laughed. "Theres no point in living... I want to die and be with my master."
The kage glared at her, hand whipping out to pull her up by the throat. "He wasn't your master, I am."
Imako smiled, loving the angry look in her kages eyes. "He is my god." She said slowly, putting a heavy emphasis on god.
The Tsuchikage threw her back down onto the ground violently and turned, walking swiftly out the cell. "Make sure she is properly equipped with knowledge of her new mission, and take her out for a run. She hasn't fought in over thirteen years."
Imako didn't bother to acknowledge the ninjas unwrapping her from the chains. She was too busy thinking.
Master... I'm sorry, but this time its for a good purpose. Those who killed you won't die easily. I'll make them suffer for each painful minute you suffered.
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