The administration building was always a busy place, so many feet and hands moving it was like a hive for the employees who buzzed around the network of the village. Each of them dancing to a specific beat, a specific partner, with a specific role all buzzed around their jobs and made sweet honey in their comb. They moved as if they were drones, no they
were drones all them when they were on the clock. They were obedient like trained dogs and Shihouin made sure to feed them their biscuit treats at the end of the week. All of them so blindly faithful, nothing but drones and they didn’t even realize it. So sweet, he thought. Fetch, he thought and they caught, run he thought and they sprinted, speak he thought and they barked. Or were they still bees? Yeah they were, because if anyone tried to attack the hand that fed them they’d probably die in the process. Dogs and bees, an interesting concept.
For Shihouin, he trashed his paperwork and got up from his seat stretching his tall body backwards, cracking his long spinal cord as if he were to do a back flip. He leaned forward and touched his toes with his long fingers and leaned sideways, and to the other side. A few jumping jacks, no more than ten or twenty and his blood was flowing. He had a strange smile on his face, like some kid who had a stash of candy tucked away where mommy and daddy didn’t look. Nah, more like he had was some kid who knew where mommy and daddy's wallets were and when they were gone so he could
stea—
borrow a couple of dollars. Yeah, Shihouin smile was far from candy-sweetened innocence. He had the smile of a mischievous child.
Shihouin walked forward and gripped the shiny brass door knob and twisted tight, pulling the deadbolt away from its socket inside of the door and pulled open. A rush of slightly wet air blasted his face and in a moment he was before his very loyal dogs and bitches, which didn’t bother to look up from their work. Obviously because they were too busy filling up their honeycombs fill of that sweet thick golden labor he liked so much. He moved in a brisk pace towards the back doors, a lanky body made his head float above the honeycomb walls as he caught a few eyes from some of the bees who were not focusing on their work.
He pulled out his keys and fiddled with the set, flipping one key over another and another, looking for the match to the lock on the door. After finding a small key, he shoved it inside of the lock and shook a little bit and was finally able to turn it. A broken lock was one of the best security features if you knew how to work it yourself. It beat paying for a ninja to guard his secrets especially when everyone hated him like he was a red-head step child. He opened the door silently, looking down to a looming dark tunnel with an old yellow light that lit up the cobwebs and still silent long-leg spiders in the corner. Closing it behind him, he made his way briskly down the tall steps, watching his feet into his descent of darkness.
Each step on the cold broken stone hit lightly as he began to get quiet and smiled to himself again. This door had a simple lock on the handle. He turned the small metal lip of the lock to the left and unlocked the heavy concrete barrier. He pushed the swinging door open as it slid slowly across the dusty tiled floors into a special room. A special room which had been under everyone’s feet for a long time, lurking like a troll under a bridge. He pushed the door back with his back and flicked a switch, illuminating the place.
The old style fluorescent long light bulbs cased in hard plastic made that annoying hum sound and it took a while for them all to come on. They lit up across the one bedroom sized basement, lighting up the door to the other room and slowly racing across the place until the whole room was humming with inefficient electricity. Shihouin looked up and smiled with a bit of nostalgia because he hadn’t been here for a while. He laughed to himself as he looked at large dead cockroach in one of the light fixtures. Last time he had been down here it was alive and kicking, trying to escape.
The walls of the room had been painted and covered with poor gluing with all types of Konoha newspaper. Different journals and magazines and editorials and all that stuff that people who thought they were educated read. They littered the first wall heavily and then grew sparse as they hit the last two walls, only dotting them like benign leprosy. They were yellow too because they were so old, and they all dated at least from Shihouin's age as a boy up until some ones last year. They all had writing on them stuff that was hard to read because the papers were old, but you could tell he wrote them. If you looked up you could see the silver piping and air tunnels in the ceiling and you could see the wooden frame because it was unfinished. There were loose papers covering some spots and black wires ran across and they hung down from the ceiling and yeah they were live wires.
The floor was dirty, covered in water stains and spray paint, mostly the color red. There were some blues and yellows and greens from him playing around a lot with the space he had. A few of the tiles were broken or completely missing. Open and crushed boxes covered some of the tiles which had broken pipes underneath them and overall, the floor was pretty unsafe too. Everything in this room was the same way in the other empty room except for the fact that the walls and the floors were clean and safe if they could be mopped, but the ceiling was the same.
But what was really important was the fact that there was a large hospital bed down here, and some life support machines with an IV and other medical stuff. There was also a TV and a camera too, facing the bed. In the bed was none other than the woman who had been causing all of Shihouin’s pain. Well it wasn’t her fault, he was the one who had ordered her to be raped and water-boarded and beaten and almost killed. She was a vegetable and all she could do was scream, moan and blink once or twice for yes and no. It wasn’t like her body was a vegetable, it was fine. She didn’t have the hook hands and tight fingers like she had rigormortis, nor was her body skinny and shriveled. It was just like she was dead mentally, but not entirely dead, just like a vegetable. Shihouin stepped over cords and tubes over to her body and looked on her. He stroked the hair from her face as she woke up slightly from her slumber, moving from his hand. He reached over to a small wooden desk next to her and pressed two buttons. The flashlight on the camera came on and the camera turned on and so did the TV. It was
that time again.
Shihouin bent down in front of the camera and adjusted it so it could focus. The tripod stand was exactly on her and he moved the little crank up and down to make sure it was at the perfect level. He pulled a small little cloth band out from the lower rungs of the tripod and put it around his head, strapping it to him as he turned another small camera on. The old cathode ray TV split into two parts one with the image from his camera on his head and the other with the image from the camera on the tripod. He was recording this. There was a stereo in the stand holding the TV up and he turned it on and some light music began to play in the background. You could hear the beat really well down here.
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Music]
Then things proceeded to get odd, really odd. Shihouin gripped the zipper on his flak jacket tight and pulled it all the way down. Arcadia was still stirring in her sleep. She had to sleep a lot down here, since she couldn't watch TV or anything. He took off his flak jacket and threw it across the room on one of the big boxes covering the broken tiles. He took off the long sleeve he had on and then took off the fishnet too until his chest was completely naked. He was pretty tall-looking like this, with his shirt off. You could see his boxers above his blue pants, they were checkered red and white. He moved back over to the table and stretched his arms across, letting armpit get some air; it tickled a little bit since it was cold over here. There were some pills in a bottle labeled alprazolam or 'Xanax', the little pink ones. He took the lid off and chugged three or four of them.
They had made a mistake to let this guy be Hokage and you could see it in Arcadia’s eyes. She wasn’t scared of him, but her eyes screamed hate and coldness and fear of going through this again. He did this every now and then and it was too strange for her to bear. He didn’t rape her or anything, but it was like he wanted to and never did it. It was that strange feeling of maybe he should just rape me and get it over with and kill me and let me die so I can be in peace. She knew he was saving her for power. How long would it take? The ceiling, that familiar click of the machines around her, she knew them like a conductor to his orchestra. She couldn’t think much, but hope for death was probably on her mind.
Shihouin smiled as he stood over her, and she avoided eye contact, not even because of Sharingan. Her body struggled a little bit. He moved the grip attachment to the side of the bed, the grip which allowed the patient to get up easier, and then he did the unspeakable and crawled in the bed on top of her. He wasn’t heavy so it didn’t hurt her, but it was more than uncomfortable.
"I made this song for you. You wanna hear it? It goes like this." He kissed her softly on the lips, but it wasn’t because he was attracted to her, or that he wanted to take advantage of her sexually. It was because he knew that in her half-baked mental state, she hated it. It was all against her will, you could say he was fucking with her.
"Here I go, don’t be mad if it’s not good because I’m not done. Uh-uh-ahem." He paused and recited the lyrics which he had stolen.
"I don’t wanna play you, I just wanna tape you undress/ and then I’ll lay you down and record soft porn,/ if it's romance then it’s hardcore, if it’s horror, pop the popcorn/ the thought to rape you really turns me the fuck on." He looked up to her agitated.
"Why do you look so mad? You don’t like it?" He got kind of angry.
He grabbed her throat and didn’t choke her but made her cough a bit.
"I’ll kill you if I find out you’re cheating on me. Are you?" He loosened up off of her throat. She blinked twice quickly and as clearly as she could. No.
"That’s what I thought. I think I'm crazy you know. It’s not even because I’m an Uchiha it’s because of this pink Xanax, makes me feel good but I think I get a little crazy. I’m sorry honey." And then he kept going, it was hard to look if you were sitting in there. If you were reading about it in some novel and you were too faint of heart you would look for a summary on the computer and skip those pages. You could see it, but not vividly, it was one of those types of situations that you could remember too well. Every time he stroked her body and hair and kissed her on the lips and neck, you knew he wanted to rape her. But at the same time you knew it wasn’t rape he was after, it was the torture of the thought of rape, it was that mental fondling with her fears. When he put his hand up her hospital dress and moved his fingers around, you would know he was messed up in the head because he didn’t even reach for her at all, he just tickled her thighs to uncomfortably arouse her. The scene was NC-17, but it was definitely rated 'fucked-up'.
He usually did this for about a few hours. It was like foreplay with him because he never took his pants off and never actually stripped down. He would just touch her and kiss her, and rub her in so many ways. After doing it so many times to her, she had stopped the screaming and just wanted to get it over with. He hadn’t been down here in a while, so she had to deal with overtime and extra 'stuff'. After a few hours if she got really distressed, he slid her some Valium and morphine so he could make the soft-core-rape feel good physically. She was barely able to comprehend complex things, so that meant the touching felt good and really
bad at the same time. Sometimes she would try to distract herself by thinking about images of him dying, and when he fondled her inappropriately she thought about that hand, or those fingers blowing apart. She thought about Ayame too, not sexually. She imagined Ayame’s fist running into his face. In her little fantasy world she could see with x-ray vision, so she saw all the bones in his jaw fracture and break, and his muscles rip. She liked that. She could see someone like Mitsu running his bones into his face and ripping the Sharingan out of his eyes. Just dreams, empty dreams. He was still touching her for only 30 minutes, but she lied to herself and said it was 15 minutes so he would be done quicker than she thought. Only 15 minutes in.
Meanwhile up above in the office, some woman got an important message, some secretary from some desk. It was for the Hokage and she had been one of the persons to see him go down into one of the many doors back. She knew which door it was. She wore office clothes, pushing the keyboard away from her blouse and folded black long skit. She stretched a bit and stood up from her chair, and got up. She had a message that was urgent and top priority and the Hokgae had to see it at once. She wasn’t allowed in that room, but the message was important. Important enough for her to assume she could cross her clearance level and go down there. So she did. She moved her small little body and blended in with the rest of the bees and bitches and dogs and went to the door. She looked at the lock and it was unlocked to her surpise, so she cracked it open and slipped her tiny body through the small opening in the door and closed it behind her. Her heart thumped as a noise raced from under her feet and shook the room. The power in the yellow musty light bulb above her black hair blinked and went out completely. She froze bad idea. Bad idea! But before she could bitch out, the light turned back on and she found comfort that she could at least see. She was already sweating bullets at this point, like stinkin’ dog, err bitch.
Shihouin stopped when the lights went off completely. He looked up as the battery powered flashlight on the camera shone on his face. He turned around to face the door. The power always took a minute or so to come on down here. Fuck. What surprised him wasn’t the power though; it was the fact that the door was moving in the darkness. He could hear someone struggling and breathing heavily to push it. He rolled over Arcadia’s body and dashed to the other room in silence, opening the door which held that other dark room. Before the lights came back on in the room he was in, they came on in Arcadia’s room. The woman pushed her way in leading with her back, so when she caught sight of the wall she stared up and down in mystery because she was a stranger to this room.
"Lord Hokage?" She walked backwards in the room and was still looking only along the first wall.
"Lord Hokage?" She moved slowly and tripped a little bit on a tile that had been laid improperly. Her head spun around as looked at the room in its entirety. Her hands drew closer to her chest in shock, and she saw Arcadia as Arcadia struggled to draw attention to the hope, the lady who had just walked into the room who could expose Shihouin!
Tch.
'I told no one to come down here.' Shihouin moved silently, stalking her footsteps and walking right behind her, towering terrifically over her trembling tiny body. He smiled and reached his hand around her neck slowly, like two long tentacles from the kraken rising from the sea. Those two tentacles reached in silence and in a snap they were around her neck and mouth, covering her screams as she kicked and shook, until her shoes came off. She struggled hard to move and her body was in a seizure like state of fear, shaking wildly trying to escape his grab. Shihouin was no kraken though he was a cobra, he was a king cobra. He lift her frail body up and she kicked the air as if she were drowning in it.
He walked over to Arcadia.
"In ANBU we learned how to kill people like this remember? There are several ways you can do it from here right? You remember, I think you were in a couple of classes with me. I prefer to just go ahe-" He jerked her neck quickly to the right.
"And snap the neck." But he didn’t kill her, he only moved her head quickly to one side.
"Or I can show you what’s to come eventually for you." He lingered on and reached down and pulled up her long skirt. She screamed more under his hand and tried to bite him, but she couldn’t open her mouth. And she tried to kick him, but he didn’t budge at all. Trapped like a rat in a snake hole. But before you could see those pink panties she had on he stopped and let it fall down to her mid thighs.
"But no, what’s the use of letting you know early? I remember when you were a.. monster. You remember? You had to drink blood to stay alive. I think I want to try it." Repositioning his hand, he raised her in the air with one arm and pressed his thumb down on her throat to leave her jugular free. He brought her closer and licked her next and spit it out. It was sweaty. Yeck. She tasted like bitch.
Yeah, he bit down hard and blood didn’t spray out but it rushed out quickly. Fuck! He backed away from her body before it could get all over him and threw her down on the ground, kicking her under Arcadia's bed. Needless to say she stopped kicking after a while, and died of course. Shihouin looked towards Arcadia.
"I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean too. I’m sorry. I’ll clean up. I gotta go though; I’ll see you next time. I’ll make a mix CD with some more songs on it and we can listen to those. Sorry, again." He powered down the camera, took off the one on his head and turned off the TV along with all the other electrical equipment. He put back on his clothing and flak jacket and carried himself outside of the door and turned off the lights. Now, it was time to go lie to meet Medusa who had been preparing speech for him to speak to the civilians which he was 10 minutes late for. He was so busy today, you know with lying and rape and killing.
'The life of the Third Hokage…' he sighed to himself as he locked up the basement and the door.
'So much work on my hands!'