Sasuke's gaze rested attentively on the girl's face.
Her eyes were downcast. She didn't dare move a nanometer. Sasuke wasn't even sure if she was breathing at all. The only visible movement was in her eyes. They rolled restlessly from left to right and back again. Every now and then she raised her eyes and looked Sasuke in the eye, if each time for a brief split second.
The more time passed in which nothing happened, the more the girl felt more and more anxious. She could no longer limit the restlessness to her eyes. The sweat shot out of her pores, she cramped her jaw relentlessly, bit her lower lip bloody and buried her fingernails in the flesh of her skin.
He didn't mean anything good to her, this stranger. Hidden in him was an inestimable danger that silently threatened her - as in almost everyone she had met before. But he, he was much, much more gloomy than anyone else who had ever crossed their path. She wasn't particularly sensitive, she already knew that, because for her there was nothing good in strangers. But here she felt it very clearly. His aura was so cold that the temperature in the room suddenly seemed to have dropped ten degrees as he looked at her. At the same time, a pitch-black fire raged in his eyes - the fire of hatred that seemed to apply to everything and everyone in this world. Including her.
Her threat hadn't impressed him, otherwise he would have turned back and disappeared with his comrades. But he was still there. He knew no fear of their abilities and that was their downfall. She was too intimidated to brave his fearlessness, his coldness and his hatred. She was paralyzed. Why was he looking at her so piercingly?
If he didn't flee, what would he do instead?
What would he do with her?
What was going on in the depths of the opaque blackness of his eyes?

Nothing happened for minutes. Minutes in which she went mad under Sasuke's gaze. She felt as if the pressure of a full ozena was on her, robbing her of air and the ability to breathe.
She couldn't take it any longer. She couldn't stand his looks and his presence any longer. She would rather die than face it for just one more moment.
So she took all her courage and spoke as clearly as her frightened voice allowed it: "What do you want from me?
Sasuke had only waited for her to finally show a clear movement. He released himself from his rigidity and carefully came a few steps closer: "Nothing. For the time being, at least. But you could be an enemy. You seem more harmless than a rabbit. But who says that you actually are? Because, you know , Appearances can be deceptive. It could be a trap. You could be very dangerous for me and my team ... "
"I'm not!", She assured hurriedly and pulled her knees even closer to her upper body when she saw that the gloomy stranger was approaching her again."I'll decide," Sasuke wiped the remark away with a casual wave of the hand and stopped in the meantime. "First of all; what's your name, girl?"
"Michiru."
If it was really just a matter of finding out who she was and whether she was a threat to him and his family, all she had to do was give him the information he wanted. Then he would disappear again and no longer torment her with the coldness of his presence. At least that was Michiru's hope.
Sasuke nodded sensibly and continued: "So Michiru ... What are you doing here? You seem to be the only one of the inmates who is left. So word got around here that Orochimaru is no longer alive Assumption that the local guards haven't been alive for a long time. So what's the reason you're still here? There has to be one. Why didn't you run away when you finally got the chance? "
Michiru sighed and hung his head. This time, however, more out of sadness than fear, as Sasuke could guess from her answer: "And where should I have gone?"
"No family that might like to see you again?" Sasuke asked further.
It wasn't his way of talking a lot and even less of asking a lot of questions. But special cases require special measures. To gain her trust - and he would have to if he wanted to use her as a weapon for himself - he needed to know as much as possible. Even if he was infinitely repugnant, he had to ask a lot of questions about it. His luck, then, that Michiru, with unsuspecting naivety, gave the answers with the greatest willingness: "I don't know ... I can't remember. I've been here too long ..."
"You know, if you stay here alone for a long time, you will die sooner or later. Of hunger, thirst, cold or anything else", Sasuke approached her a few more steps. to which you could or wanted to. "
Michiru's heart was already beating up to her neck, so that she could hear the blood rushing in her ears, and it only made her even more nervous, but still she let him come closer without comment. A few moments later she responded to Sasuke's question: "What do you care? You don't care."
She was right there. He shouldn't care or care whether she died here alone in the course of time or not. And actually it didn't. But that would also lose this strange but powerful gift. That would be the purest waste and therefore Sasuke had to be interested. To the outside world, at least.
"You are absolutely right, Michiru," confirmed Sasuke. "I don't care and if I'm being completely honest I don't care too much about your survival. But that doesn't apply to you. You should very well have something for your own life. It is the most human and most natural at all. Or do you care as little about it as I do - a stranger to whom you mean nothing? "He waited for her answer. Michiru, however, covered himself in stubborn silence, fixed her gaze stubbornly on the floor and made no move to want to change anything in this mute state so soon.
Of course, Sasuke would have been able to force her to react if necessary, but what impression would he make on her? Under all other circumstances he would not care, but if his plan were to succeed he would have to be like a merciful God in their eyes. Only in this way would she actually follow and obey him unconditionally. No matter how indifferent he was to Michiru's person, he wasn't at all about her talent.
"If you want," he went on, "you can come with us. I could use someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Michiru repeated without looking up. "Why? Because I have the power to kill someone in seconds without them even noticing? Just like Orochimaru asked me to?"
Again she was perfectly right. Sasuke saw in her no more than a weapon that should be available to him at all times. But of course he couldn't admit that. She would hardly be of any use to him if he was so honest now and confirmed that he only wanted to take advantage of her. Then she wouldn't play along. Sasuke was able to assess Michiru, who is still almost completely foreign, so well.
Therefore, he let himself be carried away with one of the biggest lies that had ever come out of the lips of the young Uchiha: "Believe it or not, I just feel sorry for you. I have seen Orochimaru treat his test objects several times. It seems to you to have taken a little more with me than most of the others who are now free. But Orochimaru is now dead. The time when experiments were carried out on you and when you were forced into everything possible and impossible is over a first step to finally leave this time behind you by joining us and thus first losing your obvious fear of people. "
For the first time Michiru looked up and held Sasuke's gaze, even if only unconsciously, for a few seconds. She couldn't quite believe what she had just heard. That stranger with that gloomy aura that scared her to death felt sorry for her? Did he want to help her? He, of all people, shouldn't be after her gift for once? It was extremely difficult for her to believe that. But somehow she would like to do that ...
Well, if she had known Sasuke, she would have known that he would never make such an offer to anyone out of sympathy or any other feeling. His only motivation was selfishness.
He lived for vengeance. Anything that stopped him in any way he would remove rather than offer help - a shy, cowardly brat was a hindrance, a Telekenetin, on the other hand, extremely useful. Michiru was a means to an end at best.
In fact, however, she was persuaded to weigh the possibilities against each other in her mind: Either she stayed here and came, as the strange boy had prophesied, for some banal reason such as hunger, thirst or cold - or she dared and accepted his offer to accompany him and his companions.He'd said somehow that he only took her out of pity, but did that have to be true? After all, she didn't know him at all. She didn't know anything about him. Not even his name. All she knew was that he scared her almost as much as Orochimaru and that she was no longer afraid of any creature.
But on the other hand, what did she have to lose? She had already gone through hell among Orochimaru's assistants, who had tormented her every day with ever new experiments. Should that really have been all? Was that really all that life had in store for her?
Every new day she had to endure torture, which had increased again and again in pain, misery and humiliation and had almost cost her life more than once. How could it get any worse when she followed this boy and his companions? She didn't have that great confidence that things would get better for her. She would also be careful not to have too high hopes for herself, but maybe this could really be an opportunity. Even if not, she could still crawl somewhere and wait for her death.
Sasuke stood still the whole time while she thought and lost so much in thought that she even stopped shaking. He paid attention to every little movement. Here it was decided whether his plan worked or failed. He only had this one chance.
When he saw that Michiru was gradually coming to the end of her deliberations, he turned away: "I definitely won't force you to come with me. You have to know for