Mikari curled herself into a tight ball in her jail cell, tense and nervous in the hell-hole where she’d been trapped the last few days. Mikari was a hostage, a prisoner of war. Hearing footsteps, she sprawled herself out into a relaxed form to ensure any captors that their frail-looking kunoichi couldn’t be intimidated so easily.
Due to the fact her eyes had been destroyed by a jutsu when she was being captured, Mikari was unable to see the actual form of the one who brought her food into the dark prison. Not only was this a prison to her body, but her soul. Defeated, blind, dependent, and pathetically weak, Mikari despised herself at the moment. She had to be hand-fed, for Kami’s sake! Definitely low, even for the famous Houdini of the ninja world, Mikari the Elusive. It was a low-handed trick that caught her. Tensing, she felt the steps of another enter her dank cell. Her eyes strained against their unseen, unfelt, and nonexistent bindings. Actually, Mikari…she had no eyes. The jutsu had taken her own, for their power, one which she no longer yearned to lose or forget, only reclaim. An impatient voice snapped at her.
???: “Get up and feed yourself, weakling!”
Mikari: “I have a name, and I have difficulty eating, just leave the food here and I’ll get to it.”
She stood and stumbled with difficulty over to where the voice had originated from.
???: “I don’t know your name, so I can’t be expected to use it. You’re blind, aren’t you?”
Mikari: “What should you care? The name’s Mikari, or Kari, by the way.”
???: “Then you are.”
Mikari: “Indeed, your master stole my vision from me. I know they say I cannot eat by myself, but I don’t want you feeding me, so leave and I’ll try to do it myself.”
???: “Hn. Fine.” Mikari felt the footsteps fade into the darkness and she clumsily tried to feed herself, accidentally spilling all her food. Mikari yet again allowed herself to slip into the darkness that awaited her in sleep.
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???: “Mikari, just eat it. If you die, I am punished.” He pressed the spoon to her unyielding lips yet again, and growled in frustration. Mikari crossed her arms over her shirt, and smirked in the direction of his voice.
Mikari: “Make me. I don’t need to rely on another to feed me. I’m not an animal.” His brow creased. Her jailer knew she had been spilling her food and not getting enough to eat, and could be in danger of starvation.
Mikari: “Come to think of it, I don’t know the name of my…owner?”
The person sitting in front of her on the cold stone floor probably frowned at her.
???: “I am Uchiha Sasuke.” Mikari nodded contentedly at the information, expecting no more. He grinned.
Sasuke: “Now I told you something, you do something for me. Open up.”
Mikari: “No, I don’t want to be fed like a pet.” Sasuke wondered how to make her open up her mouth. He got an idea, besides; this girl was to be executed soon. He leaned forward and pushed his lips onto hers, and felt her mouth open into a gasp at the feeling.
Quickly, he put the spoonful of soup through her open lips and into her mouth. There was utter silence, except for Mikari swallowing. When she’d finished, she poked the boy in what felt like his chest, and he “oomph!”-ed. Mikari scowled.
Sasuke: “What’s wrong? You told me to make you.”
Mikari: “I know you’re just playing with my feelings. I can even guess that in a few days I may be stopped from eating as some type of execution. Men have done this my entire life, they take one look at my body and kidnap me, planning for a wife or maid or,” she shuddered, “plaything.”
Sasuke’s scowl deepened from angry to furious, and he leaned to whisper in her ear.
Sasuke: “If it helps any, I have no clue what you look like.” His voice sent shivers traveling down her spine, and Sasuke kissed her once again before heading out.
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It became tradition for Sasuke to kiss Mikari before she’d open her mouth to eat. She would often ask what things looked like, trying to preserve her view of the world. Soon enough, she would have been his girlfriend had it not been the cold cells that locked her away from all but Sasuke, and the usual tasteless soup.
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Sasuke: “Kari, I’ve brought your soup.” Mikari brightened slightly; she was having an unusually gloomy day.
Mikari: “I’m…not really hungry today Sasuke.” She felt him sit beside her, and his hand rubbed her back. For a moment, Mikari tensed at such an open display of affection from her companion, usually he kissed her, fed her, and left. Sure, there was feeling in it, but they’d never snuggled or really embraced. Kari wondered what she was missing.
Mikari: “Sasuke? What do you look like?”
Sasuke: “How about I show you?”
Mikari: “Hm?” She felt his hand take her wrist, and it led Kari’s soft fingertips over a smooth face, well-rounded eyes, soft, silky cheeks, and lips that seemed to hunger for her taste. Next her hand followed his blindly, trustingly, as it led to his velvet locks of an unknown hair color. Kari let out a harsh, barking laugh. Sasuke shifted his head to the side, and she explained.
Kari: “You could be hideous, have pink hair, and oh, I dunno, no shirt on and I wouldn’t know the difference. I’m just a blind worm that has forgotten how to see the light of day.”
Sasuke: “You could be the same, but I’d love you anyways.”
Mikari froze. She could only choke out his word, like a parrot.
Kari: “L-love?” Sasuke nodded, and her hand still in his hair felt it. He brought his icy lips to hers, and Kari’s hands, not needing his to guide them, slid to their desired place around his neck as he stood, taking her with him. He moaned into Mikari’s now-wasted lips. Once, they had been lush and full. Life without light was cruel. His hands slid into a place they had longed to occupy for quite a time, right tangled in her once-beautiful, pitch black hair, left at her thin, delicate waist.
Sasuke moaned again, lips tracing a small, meandering trail down her chin to Kari’s neck, where he searched for something he didn’t yet know of. When she gave a little moan at a certain spot, Sasuke felt a kind of tension in his body. Mikari felt the same, and her hands slowly snuck their way under his shirt. And this was only the beginning. Sasuke did not emerge from the dungeons until about three hours later; luckily no other prisoners were being kept in that area.
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Kari greeted Sasuke happily, she’d missed him and Kabuto had fed her while the Uchiha was gone. Kabuto jeered at her, calling her Blind Beauty, and failed escapee. Mikari looked up from her place on the floor, and Sasuke smirked down at her. It was infuriating! He looked down, bangs shadowing his eyes.
Sasuke: “Kari…”
Mikari: “Yeah Sasuke?”
Sasuke: “They’re going to…to…”
Kari: “Sasuke, its okay. I already knew they wouldn’t waste their soup on me forever. I love you Sasuke, but there’s no way to escape. It’s probably best if you don’t visit me tomorrow, or any time. I think you should leave, before you try something stupid.” He nodded, seeing her point.
Kari: “Oh, and Sasuke?”
Sasuke: “Yes?”
Kari: “In a happier time, I might have had your child.” She knew it might be cruel to tell him this, but he had to know.
Sasuke: “You mean…you’re pregnant!?” Kari nodded, and asked when it was going to take place.
Sasuke: “At-at dawn tomorrow.”
Kari: “Ok, Sasuke, please describe everything to me before they do it. I want to know what my death looked like.” Her voice was shaking.
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Kari didn’t sleep that night. Neither did Sasuke. They were in separate rooms, for you people who are thinking the other way.
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Mikari held her head high as she was led out in chains, a full two years after her capture.
Orochimaru: “I shall allow you your vision back for your final moments, my dear beautiful captive.”
Mikari: “Fine, allow me to see the person who shall orchestrate my end.” Orochimaru did a few handsigns and Mikari felt eyes of chakra appear. She pulled the cloth from her destroyed eye sockets, seeing things for the first time in years. Mikari looked around, wondering if the man she loved and whose child she carried was here.
Orochimaru: “Sasuke, why don’t you do the honors of putting out our prisoner’s life, eh?”
Mikari: ‘So I am about to see him.’
A handsome young man stepped up, his spiky raven locks swaying in the wind. His open-split shirt revealed a toned chest, which Mikari knew well if this really was Sasuke. His eyes were a dark, hypnotizing onyx, and were now filled with a deep sadness and regret.
Kari: “I’m glad I could finally see you.”
Sasuke: “You are beautiful. I couldn’t see you in the darkness, Kari; I fell in love all over again with you. Any final words to us?” She was swayed by his words, now she wasn’t ready to die. She wouldn’t scream, though, and make it harder on her lover.
Kari: “Yes. Thank you for the soup, Orochimaru. It helped more than you could know.”
Sasuke stepped up, and raised a sword over her neck. Mikari tensed her body, allowing the blow to fall.
A spurt of blood, a quiet “oomph”, and then a sudden flash of light.
Then…a baby’s cries? It had appeared in the flash of light. Sasuke knew it was his and Kari’s, and he loved it from the moment the child opened its mouth to cry.
Orochimaru: “I’ll handle this.” He stepped forward, and placed a steel boot on the young Uchiha’s head. Sasuke couldn’t step forward to step him, and risk Orochimaru knowing his… “affections” for Kari. Sasuke was forced to watch with pretended amusement as his master crushed the only memory he had of his love.
