𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 || sasusaku

Chapter Sixteen: Into Enemy Territory

The smell of bloodlust is evident in the air that it made the atmosphere so thick you can practically taste the gnawing murderous intent. Screams and yells floated in the air as the two men continued to clash, fighting a battle they know nothing about. Soon, one of the men fell on the stage, blood dripping from his torn open chest and eyes wide and lifeless. The crowd roared as they exchanged paper they deemed as valuable money.

The man sighed as he swirled the liquor in his glass. He leaned in his chair and put a hand on the armrest as he tap his finger impatiently.

"Any news?" He asked the man behind him, sensing his presence even before he could speak.

"Uchiha Sasuke has been captured," the man said.

He smirked and downed the red liquor. He felt somewhat prideful, capturing the only remaining Uchiha, he'll be known as the man who ended the Uchiha bloodline, the man who took the Uchiha's kekei genkai. He will be known throughout the five Great Nation, such a wonderful plan that he couldn't help but laugh.

Soon, the five Great Nations will be at his disposal. If he could capture the young Uchiha, then he could capture anyone.

At least that's what he thought. Oblivious to the fact that a certain yellow haired shinobi whose strength is close on par or even stronger than Sasuke is closely watching him from afar.

Naruto watched as the man left, leaving the one holding the glass of liquor alone. His eyes narrowed, looking at the man, Naruto thought, this must be the man who's after Sasuke's eyes. Hachi's his name, was it? Now, all Naruto needs is to wait until Sasuke shows up. By then, they'll capture this man and close this whole arena and black market oozing with nothing but bloodlust and cruelty.

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Sasuke woke up with a grunt. His head was throbbing that he couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead. Only thing was he couldn't. Not when his upper body was wrapped in cloth with chains bounding them.

He scanned the room for a certain pinkette, but he found none. Instead of being consumed by irrational thoughts that might decrease his chances of success, he calmed himself. First, he needed to calm down, assess the situation and wait for the right time to strike. He could defeat these men easily. But now's not the time.

"You're already awake, eh?" A man spoke. He is well around mid-thirty, his black hair sleek back and his brown eyes sly and calculated. No doubt, this was the man Sasuke saw in the mind of his pursuers.

"Looking for a certain someone?" He asked when he noticed Sasuke's eyes darting around the room.

Sasuke's gaze then settled on the man, his glare icy and deadly. "Here's the deal, before I take your eyes for good, why don't you entertain me for a bit. You see, I've been losing my men in the Coliseum, so I was hoping to win. And I know you're pretty strong, so I want you to fight and win. Are we clear?"

Sasuke's lips turned up on the side a little in a sarcastic smirk. "So you want me to run loose in the Arena. Aren't you afraid I might as well just kill you if you took away these restraints?"

"You call that restraints?" Hachi looked at the chains around Sasuke. "Hardly. I know you could easily break free from it. The restraint I'm talking about is not those chains but a certain someone. Ring any bell?"

Sasuke realized what he was talking about. Only one person came in Sasuke's mind when he mentioned a certain someone. Someone important to him. Someone he absolutely couldn't afford to lose.