~Naruto Fanfic~ What is wrong with these freaks from Hell *cough* I mean Konoha

Bonding time with Daddy Dearest

***I DON'T OWN NARUTO. This is chapter 27. I hope you like this chapter so far. Side pic is Akemi. I'm going to go eat a hot pocket after I'm done with this. This chapter's dedication goes to polkadot101. And my new kitty hates everything about me except for my hands. TT TT boo-hoo. Now I'm depressed and hungry, horrible combination. Sorry now this chapters going to be more depressing than usual.***

~Akemi & Akatsuki fact: Apparently Konan is the source of all Akemi's different outfits~ [author: so that's where she gets her clothes from]

AKEMI'S POV

I woke up groggy from whatever that shoe stealing jerk, Mori, put in my drink. My vision was blurry until it adjusted to the bad lighting. I was in a cellar. There was hardly any light but I could still see. I pushed myself off the ground looking for an escape route since the first thing I think when I wake up in a strange place is some random pervert has me locked up in their basement or some random pyshco is planning to kill me off. Either way all around it's me in someone's basement trapped for them to do anything to me. I don't know about you but I'm not willing to stick around to find out which one it is. I was going to to walk around to stretch my muscles since for some reason I was feeling weak when a loud clang stopped me. I tried walking in a direction again but my body wouldn't move past me standing up. I looked down to see chains on both of my hands attached to the ground. I tried tugging on them hard but my energy seemed to be draining away from me. I felt extremely weak and tired. Okay next try, ninja style, this time I put my hands into the right hand signs but if anything it just made me feel even more drained. I swear if I ever see Mori again I'm giving him a piece of my mind and then I'm going to make him give me back my shoes.

For the next couple of hours I tried everything to get out of the room, unfortunately nothing worked. I'm pretty sure now that whatever's making me so weak are the chains around my hands. I was on my knees panting from exhaustion still persistently trying to get the chains off of me. My forehead was sweating a lot and my legs felt like jelly. I was tired but I'm not falling asleep in some strange place only to find some ax murderer or something in the room when I wake up. My vision was getting stained trying to see in such a dark place. While still breathing heavily I wiped the sweat off my face then tried to use my priestess powers to get the chains off. "Wind." I called raggedly. A small force of wind came into the damp room swirling around my chains. The chains were starting to loosen from the ground until it was too difficult to hold my concentration. I slumped to the ground breathing loudly, too tired and too weak to get up again. I was just laying there catching my breathe when I heard a door opening and air pushing through the walls. I quickly stood up despite how dizzy I was. Staring intensely at the opening door to see who it was. A lamp went on lighting up the entire room. As soon as the room was visible I recognized it. My blood went cold. I could almost remembering all the screaming and pain that has happened in this room like it was just yesterday. I whipped my head to the person coming in the room. My spine shivered involuntarily when I saw who it was. The same blood red hair, the same snarky smile permanently etched into his face, the same cruel eyes. He hadn't changed a bit since 6 years ago, "Father."

3RD PERSON'S POV

Back at the campsite all the Genin and Jonin were looking for the missing Takadas and Akemi. They all woke up to find those three people missing. They couldn't find any tracks of enemy ninja who could have possibly kidnapped them Shikamaru was starting to get worried about Akemi. Their previous conversation about her suspicions about the mission was also in the back of his mind while searching for the Takadas as well. His thoughts were interrupted when Ino's voice called everyone over. "Look at what I found." Everyone came over to see a scrap of paper with unfamiliar handwriting on it. It said: