(A/N: I'll be responsible this time and give the warnings)

Warning: Torture, blood, gore, extreme violence, the usual. Enjoy!

Candle light produced a warm glow, casting a cold shadow on the wall. Steam cascaded off the rim of a ceramic cup filled with green matcha. Danzo lifted the cup to his lips and drank the hot liquid. Above him, a figure shrouded in darkness. Kneeling on the ceiling, a family face awaited orders.

"The Leaf has acquired a potentially powerful asset. Deal with the danger he poses." He spoke in a low tone. Placing his cup down, the air flowed around the loose fabric of his sleeve as the figure above him left the room.

A devilish grin complimented his wrinkly features.

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"You're more impressive than I thought." Deidara spat blood onto the boot worn by the head of the Torture and Interrogation division. Sweat dripped down his face, a grin plastered across it. His mind failed to crack, not able to fragment the way these people needed it to.

Ibiki Morino, the man conducting the torturous operation, chose to stay silent. He would get this man to talk. It wouldn't even be that hard. Opting for a more... graphic style of tactic, he quickly shifted from one style to the next like it was easy as reading from word to word.

Another half hour of torture ensued yet neither man was getting anywhere.

"This is the best in the Leaf? Ha!" The man jeered, a wide smile on his face. A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead down to his chin.

"Not the best in the Leaf, no." The mockery stopped, the Akatsuki member falling painfully silent now. Shadows encased them and only a red light from above cast any shadow. "No, that's to come." A rush of energy knocked the man back ten feet, the legs of the chair threatening to collapse from the power. Sour and malicious, a strange feeling entered the air. A spark of anxiety popped in his chest. What the fuck was going on?

Faster than the eye could keep up with, a slice was delivered to his chin, then to his knees, cutting through both the man's kneecaps with the precision on a scalpel. The man whimpered in pain, stomping his feet up and down to fight against the stinging. Blood dripped down and splashed all around as the thrashing continued.

The man looked up to find Ibiki gone, seemingly vanishing into thin air. Taking in deep breaths, he looked around frantically. A blade sang to him as its tip ticked his neck. He looked ahead and saw a figure squatting in front of him, wielding a katana and wearing the mask of an anbu.

"They resorted to using anbu? Ha! Pathetic!" Whoever thought it was a good ideas to bring a black ops member to torture him was damn stupid. Flattered as he was, the fact that this is what they chose to use spoke volumes of their resources and skill set. He'd get out of there soon enough. Having kill as many anbu members as he had, this would be easy.

The anbu member recognized this man, recalling his picture in the bingo book. Deidara, no formal surname on record; a rogue shinobi from the hidden stone village. Wielder of a unique kekkei genkai, this man  was certainly a force of nature. If not for his lack of wits and obsession with art, even Kakashi might have struggled to win against him. Yet here Deidara sits before him, witless and no more dangerous than a newborn. 

Deidara watched the man intently, mind going to the worst scenario before rationality could lead him onto a better track. A sluggish feeling came over him, leaving him slow and unable to function at high capacity. Did he drug him? No, he would know if this anbu did that. 

"If you expect answers, I expect questions." Deidara taunted. The anbu failed to react, instead Deidara's smile fell into a disappointed frown. This guy was quite the character. Pain surged through Deidara's hand and blood squirt as he lost all but three fingers. Biting his tongue, that too had blood drawn as pain and discomfort shot through his limb. A kunai became embedded in the Akatsuki member's foot, then a shuriken he didn't realize was coming his way grazed past his ear and nicked it good, cutting as least an inch deep. 

"Do you understand what pain can do to a someone?" an ethereal voice called out from the void in Deidara's mind. The man had an urge to laugh at the obvious attempt to make him break. Was the Leaf so weak that it relied on an Anbu who can't even interrogate correctly? 

"The only pain worth acknowledging is the lack of true art in this world!" Deidara bolstered his own confidence. He failed to notice that his injuries were no longer present in this strange void. Voice echoing off the walls that contained him, the space grew darker as a sinister undertone took hold. If this was his mind, could he not take control of it? The attempts at warping the surroundings around his will were futile at best. Deidara never was one for genjutsu or related abilities. 

With curiosity in its voice, the thing responded. "What art do you speak of?"

"Art is an explosion! Something created in a mere moment before being gone for an eternity!" he spattered. Who the fuck was this, anyways? Unable to contain his annoyance, the Akatsuki member began to faulter. As always, his short temper proved to be his downfall.

From the abyss walked out a little girl. The colour of her two pigtails mimicked his own. She looked hilariously innocent. Deidara laughed while staring her in the eyes. In any other world, he might have thought of her as his own blood relative. Come on! The blue eyes, the blond hair, they could almost pass as siblings if she had a more artistic appearance in place of the strange orange and blue ensemble she adorned. 

"Then what good is it in the long run? Is art not supposed to be created in the moment to last for eternity?" Now that was funny. 

"Of course not!" Deidara had no further argument to give this brat. "You sound just like Sasori." 

"Who's that?" She startled Deidara when appearing upside down on a tree, hanging there as if she was a monkey. 

What was there to lose? It isn't like Sasori was there to try and kill Deidara, anyways. The Akatsuki member smiled. "The jackass I was saddled with till two bitches killed him." His voice was cut off by a pinching sensation in his head. Though he tried to shake it off, there was no way for the gnawing pain to be ignored or gotten rid of. 

"Are you alright?" The girl sounded genuine in her concern. This only placed Deidara on edge. He reached for his head and held it in his hand. Stumbling backwards, something snapped at his hand and removed a finger not previously cut off by the Anbu who interrogated him. 'Fuck' he thought but the realization came too late. 

Deidara's nose dripped with blood. The same liquid flowed out of his eyes. He clutched his head and fell to the floor, writhing in pain no words could describe. The pressure built up in his mind, cracking his skull physically. Sounds cascaded into a barrage of chaos, ringing in his ears to the point of disrupting his already broken equilibrium. 

With an empty expression, the girl watched him squirm like a dying animal. She honestly expected more of a challenge than this. Those blue eyes that were so similar to her own washed over red. It was quite complimentary actually. 

The pain rushed through him with such potent velocity that Deidara couldn't even muster the strength to cry out on distress. One ear drum ruptured suddenly, leaving the other to be overwhelmed with the chaos that encompassed the abyss. 

The girl snapped her fingers and everything fell silent. With a plume of smoke, the girl shifted back into the Anbu that crouched before the Akatsuki member, who now had his blood dripping onto the ground beneath him. His ears perked up and a familiar scent was caught in the air. The Anbu disappeared, already having the information he needed. Lord Danzo would be pleased with this. 

Rushing footsteps cascaded down the hall. When the door opened, the dust the Anbu kicked up had already fallen to the ground. 

Kakashi looked in the room with distress in his eyes. Ibiki stood beside him and Jiraiya was not far behind. The call Kakashi received from Ibiki was unexpected, but now he sees why the man requested his aid. Their prisoner sat on the chair in the middle of the floor with blood dripping from his eyes, mouth, nose and ears. The two men stepped into the room and examined the area. His sharingan picked up nothing and nothing was out of place. Did one of their own come to kill him? Kakashi shook the thought from his mind. That seemed unlikely. 

When Jiraiya entered, Kakashi filled him in on the strangeness of the whole ordeal. The Sannin agreed in the unordinary death. It was like nothing he had every seen. To kill a human in such a visceral and grotesque way... His mind trailed off quickly. 

"I'll look into this. I might know the perfect place to start." Jiraiya informed Kakashi. The conversation was kept short while in the building. Ibiki did little to engage either of the men further. 

Kakashi and Jiraiya  left the torture division headquarters and took their discussion to a private roof top. There was much more at stake here and something far more evil was at play. Jiraiya has a feeling that the man he saw on the road was connected to this event. Was there any current proof? No. But his gut told him otherwise.

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That devious smile painted itself in Danzo's wrinkled face. "I do believe there is another mission that requires someone to tend to it."

(A/N: Thank you all so much for all the views! 17. something k? That's absolutely incredible!! I can't thank you all enough for that. Also, I love all the comments you all leave, they help me keep going on this project of mine. While I would love to keep this positive, I do want to apologize if these two latest chapters seem a little shitty, I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing fics a little more. That being said, thank you all for the support and I hope to get the next chapter out soon. I hope you are doing well and have a goof day!)