Chapter Seventeen- Nine Phantom Dragons

                                    

                                          
Hey! It's been a while! Thank you to all those who are reading and voting and commenting- I couldn't do this without you. WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is one naughty word in this chapter, because of a certain Akatsuki member's foul mouth (albeit in Kana's dream) so be warned.
                          
Now, chapter 17... AHHHHH :D I say no more.
                          
Chapter 17- Nine Phantom Dragons
                          
A familiar sensation rushed through Kana’s body. The pressing pain of sleeping on the cold ground outside, the damp, musty smell of moisture dripping from a cave roof, all of these things reminded her of times from her past. Sleeping on the ground was fine with her, as long as it was safe with Itachi there on constant watch. Waking up from being unconscious, however, alone and in pain, was definitely not fine.
                          
“I think the kid’s waking up. Someone slap her.”
                          
Who’s voice was that? That drawling, dragged out tone belonged to Hidan, she was sure of it. She’d previously lost count of the times where she and Itachi had crossed paths with Hidan and  Kakuzu and they had lost their temper with each other. Hidan was always ready to start an argument with just about anyone, but Deidara, Kakuzu and Kana seemed to be the prime targets.
                          
“Shut up, Hidan.”
                          
And Kakuzu was there too, shooting back his usual retort.
                          
“Fuck you, Kakuzu! I was only suggesting a way to wake her up. I’m sick of dragging her everywhere. She can get up and walk to the statue, can’t she?”
                          
“Hidan, shut up or I’ll kill you. Just pick her up.”
                          
“Wake up, Kana.”
                          
She jerked into consciousness. Wait. That part… was a dream? Yes. Hidan and Kakuzu were both dead, killed by the people who were now her allies. The back of her neck seared with pain. She reached round and touched it, only to return her hand within sight and see that it glistened with something red. 
                          
 It was freezing and the blackness in the vicinity was punctuated with the burning presence of three torturous chakras. A shiver ran down her body. Clenching her shaking fists, she urged herself into a sitting position and observed her surroundings.
                          
“It can’t be…” she mumbled. “It’s the gedo statue.”
                          
She was in the king of hell, the gedo, statue’s cave. This place, the musty scent, the miserable atmosphere, of course it had invoked the dream she had just now. Memories were flooding back to her. Standing on the fingertips of that monster, side by side with Itachi, awaiting orders from nothing but a projection of their leader… Grinning and cheerfully accepting those orders, returning covered in cuts and bruises and the blood of whoever… sealing the tailed beasts with her chakra, helping them out without a question asked… all these things, these pointless memories, came careering into her mind, and she shoved them back with all her effort.
                          
“You’re right. This is the gedo statue. We’re going to do another test.” It was the masked man in front of her, dominatingly stood looking down at her trembling figure.
                          
She still felt a little sick. “What test?”
                          
“Well, since the nine tails and the eight tails still haven’t been sealed, we’ve started a war with all the shinobi nations to retrieve them. Instead of marching right into war, we’re going to use your chakra to cast the edo tensei. Think of it as a pilot test.”
                          
“We’re?”
                          
The two people who were with the masked man stepped forward into the dim glow of a candle, and she was able to take in their appearances in their entirety. Zetsu, as creepy as ever, saluted her with a fiendish grin on only one side of his face, and the other man was someone Kana had never seen, but he stunk of the snakelike, evil chakra of Orochimaru. “This is Kabuto Yakushi. He’ll be casting it.” He gestured to the bespectacled mess in front of her. “I don’t believe his claims about this jutsu. It’s too perfect. As a test, we’re going to resurrect old shinobi and set them on the Leaf village. If they happen to collect Naruto and his tailed beast, then all the better.”