Title: Beneath the Surface

Author: ontuva

Beta: None. Would love to have one though!

Rating: M/NC-17, due to the later chapters.

Pairing: Kakashi/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Tradegy, Dark

Summary: Waking up from a hospital bed with no recollection of the past events can be life changing. For some people it could mean the end of the world. For Akako, it seems life is giving a second chance. But sometimes the nightmares aren't just dreams and sometimes remembering isn't as good as forgetting.
Eventually Kakashi/OC. Rated for language and later chapters. I have detailed warnings in the beginning of each chapter, so you'll know what you are up against.

Warnings: In this chapter, not much. :) Just cursing and mentioning of blood.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I only own the OC's you don't recognize from the manga/anime.

Word count: 1,731

A/N: I decided to re-write the prologue, because let's be honest - the first version was horrible. I've tried to correct all the mistakes I had in the previous version and changed the beginning. This is my first Naruto-fanfic ever (and the first one I've written in English) so I'd gladly receive feedback. :)

Prologue

Blood. It was all that I saw. The gleaming red elixir of life flowing on the ground. My mind was blank. All I could do was stare. Was that blood mine? Had I somehow injured myself? Had I injured someone else?

"You see now, my darling? It's easier this way. This way you only belong to me," a sweet voice whispered to my ear. I could feel soft lips caressing my cheek. The feeling almost spoke of love. But I knew it wasn't it. It was something else entirely.

"I'm proud of you," the voice continued. "Together we can change the world, my love. Together." I tried to scream at him, make him stop. His venomous voice filled my head, his poison filled my thoughts, his want suffocated my heart. He was killing me inside. He had made me do it. He was the one doing this, not I!

I had been foolish. I had thought it would end here, but I had been wrong. Terribly wrong! This was just the beginning, beginning of something monstrous and I could do nothing to stop it. I wanted to cry, wanted to plead, to make him stop, but I wasn't the one making decisions know. I only could obey. I was his servant, his slave, his to command.

I wanted to die.

"I have another mission for you, my little creation," he breathed in my ear, his hands caressing my cheek. "Do it well and I shall reward you later."

I killed my heart.

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"Hokage-sama, I guess you already have -".

"Yes, I've heard of the situation. It is very clear to me that even our village is in danger so I've arranged a new group," Hokage interrupted the member of the ANBU. He seemed to be shocked by Hokage's words.

"But Hokage-sama! No disrespect, but even the last group was totally wiped out! I found my pupils head attached to a tree! And the woman in the group was mutilated! They were ANBUs! They were excellent shinobi! In a normal situation, they wouldn't have lost! We are not dealing with something that we are capable of," the ANBU with a dog mask answered irritated. He had seen too many good men and women die. They needed no more unnecessary deaths or otherwise they wouldn't be able to deal with the contracts given to the village.

The Hokage stayed silent for a while before a quiet sigh escaped his lips. He looked tired.

"I've already arranged a new group," he stated after a pause. "This group won't lose. I made you the leader of it." The said leader had already opened his mouth to argue with the Hokage, but the newly cast piece of information had caused him to forget what his point had been.

"We both know the girl is dangerous. She has killed almost everyone that has crossed her path, but she's not the one that I'm worried about. She's controlled by someone or something, so we need her alive. We need her to get to the one behind all this!"

The ANBU was in a total state of shock. It would have been a true pain in the ass to kill the girl but to capture her alive? Was that even possible? And would it be possible to him to actually not kill her? While on his regular patrol route he had found a girl, no more than 4 years old, dying on blood loss. All of her limbs we're cut off. And the she-demon was to blame. She didn't deserve to live.

The Hokage looked at him and rose from his chair. The ANBU was confused. How could they possibly accomplish this mission? Were they going to be sent to their deaths? He had to voice out his doubts.

"But... We have sent four groups already. And she has just slaughtered them all," he started his speech but the Hokage silenced him with a single glare.

"I'm not sending you to die," he stated calmly and walked to a chest across the room. "I'm not sending you without a weapon to use against her. You will use a jutsu. And you shall tell no one your group used it."

The ANBU swallowed nervously. Was Hokage-sama meaning what he thought he meant? A forbidden jutsu? While his thoughts raced around the Hokage had opened the chest and handed a large scroll to him.

"You will seal her mind."

"Seal her mind? What good will that do?" he asked before he remembered to bite his tongue. He was in no positions to question Hokage-sama's intentions. The Hokage went back to sit in his chair and looked the ANBU in the eyes. His gaze was reassuring.

"If you seal her mind, her master can't control anymore. She will have her free will again. Downside is she won't be remembering anything, neither who she is or what she has done."

Now the ANBU was beginning to understand. But it would still prove difficult to lure her into a trap. Another thought popped into his mind and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Then how can she give us information about her master if she doesn't remember anything?" he asked carefully.

"I'll take care of that," Hokage-sama ended the conversation.

/

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It was cold. So cold. And the pain slashed straight through my heart and for a moment I feared it would stop beating altogether. I could feel it trying to bump blood in my veins, I could feel it trying to keep me alive. It hurt so goddamn much! My body screamed for air, sweet sweet air. I gasped my lungs full of it. My heart beat steadied. The sweetness of breathing made my head dizzy. In and out. In and out. With every inhale the pain was present. With every exhale the pain was still there. Something was wrong with me. Horribly wrong. The thought stayed for a while before the pain again took every rational thought away.

I felt empty. Too empty.

I thought about it for a while. Why did I feel so empty? What was wrong with me?

My eyes flew open when the questions started pouring into my head. Who was I? WHO THE HECK WAS I?

I tried to sit, but noticed I couldn't. I panicked when I realized there were straps on my arms to keep me still on the bed I was lying on. I was having a total black out. Where the hell was I? Why the hell didn't I know who I was? And why was I stranded on a bed?

I felt like screaming and almost did, but then someone entered the room and he got my full attention.

"I suppose you don't like being tied to a bed?" he asked curiously. I felt my eyebrow twitch.

"No, not at all, you perverted mask freak!" I shouted trying to ignore the pain in my chest. "I suppose you have some sort of weird fetish and you want to have all your girls handed to you on a bed ready for you to use as you like, don't you?" I was furious. My answer seemed to shock him a bit. I gasped for air again and tried to make sense of the situation. It was hard. My lungs and chest burned, which meant he probably hadn't got me without a fight. I was beginning to get rather mad. He had hurt me.

"But I... Well. Never mind, I'll let you out of the bed," he sighed and came towards me. I was ready to punch him whenever I had the chance. I was going to make a run for it. No matter what, he wasn't going to get me alive.

He stopped next to me and tilted his head a little.

"I really don't like that furious look you are giving me, so what if we make a deal? When I've unstrapped you, you will stay nicely put in that bed, until we have sorted things out? See, I wasn't the one to put you in that position in the first place," he explained calmly and put a book from his hand to his pocket. I noticed the title read 'Icha, Icha Paradise'. "You are in hospital, you see," he continued and started to open the straps.

Hospital then? Well. I hadn't seen any medics. Was he one? I glanced at him quickly. No, probably not. He saw me measuring him and lifted his eyebrow a little. Why had he covered his other eye? And why the mask? Was he somehow horribly deformed?

"Why do you have mask on?" I asked.

"Because I can?"

"You know what?" I pointed out. He lifted his brow again. "I'm not the kind of a girl to wait for the things to sort out." Without a warning I tried to punch him in the face with my freed hand. But I hadn't calculated right. He still hadn't let my left hand out of the straps, so I was still stranded on the bed and my right-hand hadn't reach his face. I blamed his reflexes. Ducking bastard.

"That wasn't nice," he sighed. I growled in frustration.

"Well, as you see, I'm not that nice," I muttered.

"Oh, Hatake-san, she is awake?" a woman's voice asked.

"Yes. Alive and kicking," he answered. "Or should I say punching?" He glared at me. I glared back at him although it started to hit me that he had probably told me the truth. The woman was definitely part of a medical team. I was in a hospital. I started to feel a bit ashamed. But still, you can't blame me, can you? He's the one looking creepy with his face hidden in a mask. And me stranded on a bed and stuff. And his book looked perverted too.

"Well, I guess I should check the wound on your chest," the nurse said hinting the one she had called Hatake to leave. I looked at his back when he started to make his way out.

"I'm definitely not letting you out of the bed," he pointed out to me before leaving the room.

"Like you could keep me here," I murmured. There was something fishy going on. I was sure of it.