and ached like never before.
"Don't fall asleep! Stay awake! It's not real .... FUUKA!"the Bijuu thundered, but then he gave up hope when she slumped and the fire slowly burned her clothes . Her skin just charred and crumbled off before the bright red flesh emerged.
With a grin, the Uchiha came running to her and crouched down next to her unharmed body. It had been more of an attempt by him to pull her into a gene jutsu, but apparently it had worked out fantastically. He punched her lightly in the ribs to make sure she was really passed out and not just playing it. Silently he reached into his Shuriken holster again and pulled out a thin wire rope that he wrapped around her feet and wrists, which he pulled behind her back. He could do without an attempt to escape. He grabbed her under the armpits and heaved her onto his broad left shoulder before he struggled to get up.

It was already getting dark when Fuuka suddenly opened his eyes. At first her pupils were directed to the ground, targeting small stones, which then disappeared a few seconds later. The shoulder bored painfully into her stomach, and the up and down from running didn't make it any better.
Then her gaze wandered to the bottom. Desperate, she bit her lower lip and tried to keep breathing calmly. She had to take advantage of the surprise effect if she wanted out of here alive.
"Well, princess. Are you awake?" Saiken answered immediately, who had noticed the sudden emotion of her.[i]"Yes, I am. What the hell happened?"she thought and pressed her eyelids together, when she opened them again, the well-known cold came over her. The torch flames grew larger and with an annoyed expression on his face, Fuuka looked at Saiken, who was lying leisurely on his back and staring at her out of his small eyes. Since the huge gate had disappeared, she was actually quite happy to be here.
"I hope the beauty sleep did you good. You missed quite a lot," the snail grinned at her and was instantly hit in the wobbly body. Fuu's fist sank completely into the crowd and then shot out again.
"Why am I still alive at all? I thought I was exhausted-"
"It was a gene jutsu. As I told you all along," the Rokubi growled and rolled over to one side before propping himself up on his little feet. "I'm pretty disappointed in you."
"Not just you," she muttered back, bowing her head. "I've never seen such a good gene jutsu."
"You have never seen a gene jutsu," Saiken stated skeptically. "No wonder he was able to lull you so quickly."
"Okay, gossiped enough about how bad I am. We have to do something," Fuuka said, walking in circles thoughtfully as she clasped her hands behind her back. She stared at the floor, lost in thought.
"If I can come up with a suggestion. How about you free me completely? I could flatten him," smirked Saiken, who kept turning to keep his eyes on Fuuka.
"You know that I'm afraid of it. I could possibly die, I don't know. Besides, you're too big and therefore too conspicuous," she explained, placing her left index finger on the bridge of her nose to support her head and massaging herself on the side her temple with her thumb.
"At least I came up with some ideas, unlike you," the Rokubi snapped back and then lay down on his stomach with a sigh. Fuuka sat cross-legged in front of his head.
"I guess we should wait. First of all, I don't want to hurt anyone and secondly, if he beat me the first time, he'll be able to do it again. I'll get in touch with you when the right moment arises, okay?" She noticed rather casually before she closed her eyelids again and when she opened them again, her gaze rested on the well-toned buttocks again.
Fuuka heard wood creak under the soles of his shoes and a sliding door creaked open before he closed it again. Immediately it got darker again when no more light could shine into the room. Fuu raised his head fearfully, then she was lifted off his shoulder and put down. Her legs tingled and ached. "What should I-" With a hard kick in the back of the knee, she went down on her knees before he put his foot on the back of her neck.
"Women speak when they are asked," he hissed, while Fuuka's forehead was pressed firmly against the floor. Some strands had come loose from her braid and her other hair, which she usually had behind her ear, dangled awkwardly from her temples.The stranger turned completely to the darkness. The room was as good as empty, the shutters were closed and the wooden floor creaked as he bowed. “We wish I brought her with me, Madara-sama.” The door opened again briefly and light streamed in. Immediately Fuu lifted her upper body. Her fingers nervously fidgeted with the wire loop when she caught a glimpse of the man's face. His two eyes shone menacingly before she saw him stand up. Then the sliding door slammed shut.
Immediately her heart began to pound harder. Nowhere could she see anything, nor did she hear anything. "To be honest, I was expecting someone more powerful. Not a little girl who slumbers one of the most terrible beasts in the world." His voice sounded harsh and instantly the panic crept further up in Fuuka. She couldn't even tell where the sounds were coming from. "But even with a weak thing like you, I can achieve my goals."