[Inuzuka Tsukimono]

   Tsukimono felt a weight lift from his shoulder as the lock began to turn. He withdrew his pick, his eyes darting every direction before he slid the door open and made his inside the room. The room hidden deep in the basement of this house. This house which sat in the well guarded center of the Hyuuga compound. How Tsuki had managed to find a breach in their defenses was beyond him, but he could analyze his luck later. 
    
    For now he had a mission. As he made his way through the room he looked down and saw a kunai in his hand. That... that wasn't right? When had he drawn a weapon. That wasn't yet. He shook his head, feeling a thunderous headache tearing through his skull. He had to keep moving, ignore it for now.

    He walked into his old sensei's room. His room? It looked... different than he remembered. His sensei's house wasn't this... no. that could be dealt with later. He was in the room. His sensei's room. He had the kunai in his hands.
    
    He looked up and saw the medical equipment.

    He blinked a few times. He was certain that the room had been more... medical. But the equipment was gone. A bed side table, a normal sleeping mat. Tsukimono stepped forward, the kunai in his hands. He looked down at his sensei's face. He was... crying.

    _{"Th-thank you Tsukimono,"} the words were certainly there. Tsukimono saw his master saying them, but... he couldn't hear the words. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button, and the noise of the world was gone. Tsukimono brought the Kunai down to stab his mentor. He paused before it made contact. His mind was screaming at him, this wasn't right. Something was wrong. He dropped the kunai.

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    As Tsukimono felt the weapon slip from his fingers, the world around him faded. The room was no longer the room of his sensei. It looked like... a cell.

    He was being treated like an animal, and because of that he was tied down like one. To ensure there was no possibility of him trying to use the Inuzuka techniques, his legs were tied down beneath him so he was forced to kneel. His arms chained up behind his back, collared to the floor in a way that forced him to stay hunched over. This ensured that even when no one was actively in the room to hurt him his own muscles were screaming in pain at him.

    How long had he been stuck here? Days? Weeks? Months? He was so far under the earth that the chance of sunlight reaching down was a non starter. The only light this far down was man made. It meant that keeping track of time had become an impossibility. Even trying to mark it down was made impossible by the way he found himself bound. And then of course, there was the tormentor that was keeping him here. Tsukimono's eyes finally cast up at her direction.

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[Exousia]

Uchiha Chiaki was not, under normal circumstances, a cruel person.

She, like every Kunoichi in the world, had been trained on the basics of interrogation, on being tortured and its risks- but it had not been until she had become a part of ROOT that she truly understood the nature of inflicting pain. You had to be clinical about it. You couldn’t hate, you couldn’t care. A punch here, a shock there, a contorted body position after- it was a skill, plain and simple, one that she had, through training and practice, put to great use for her village. Until today.

"N-no, Tsukimono-kun. That’s not what happened.” Chiaki said, her breath coming in thready spurts that threatened to spill out into proper tears as she stared down at the boy, now a young man, she had once liked in the Academy. Everyone had liked him in the Academy, even the boys- he had been so handsome, so aloof, so different. It had been hard not to fall for him, really. And now, here he was. A prisoner being tortured… by her.

"You killed him, remember? M-murdered him in his sleep.” She said, stumbling over the line as her Sharingan blazed, spinning its wicked web of chakra through his brain. She had been given this task by her superiors- not her direct superior, but the head of ROOT himself. Hypnotize him. Make him remember it differently… and make him forget he works for us.

Those had been her orders… and she obeyed, diligently subjecting her crush to the most sadistic methods she could think of to break him down, to wear out his mind and body so the hypnotic suggestion would take root as deeply as possible.

It took three days for her to break into his head. But she was in, now. And it was only a matter of time.

"We’ll have to go through it a-again.” Chiaki stuttered, her hands trembling as she cast her Hypnotic suggestion on him again, forcing Tsukimono to relieve the moment he had killed his sensei once more- but instead of the truth, instead of his merciful sacrifice, she would make him see something else. Make him remember something else. A cold blooded murder, in the dead of night. "S-stop trying to lie to me. I can s-see your memories.”

Please, let it take this time.

Inuzuka Tsukimono

[Inuzuka Tsukimono]

   Chiaki was an all together hauntingly familiar face to Tsukimono. In all of his time at the academy, attention from the girls had been a constant. And front and center for most of it was Chiaki herself. Someone who was always trying to get by Tsukimono's side, trying to get closer to him in ways that Tsukimono never really understood. She had always been nice to him.

    The academy was far behind the both of them now, however. Chiaki and Tsukimono now stood with a much different relationship. Well, Chiaki stood with it, Tsukimono was very much bound to it thanks to his current situation. Even looking up at her direction was a chore, the chain around his neck begging to drag his eyes back down to the floor. Every moment that Tsukimono kept his gaze fixed to her the metal collar was pulling down on him. Every aspect of his predicament made to leave him as physically uncomfortable as possible, even when torture wasn't applied. 

    "I.. I wouldn't! You know that Chiaki... I'd never do that to him. Those bloody Hyuuga! They were... they were..." the words seemed to fade from Tsukimono's mind before his mouth could form them. Some part of him knew he had a reason to hate the Hyuuga, but his active mind was ignoring it. Overwriting it in real time.

    His mind barely processed the words she said next. The one part that stood out was her seeing his memories. The memories he had been forced to live again and again as he sat here in this dungeon. 

    "No! Not again, I can't see him like that!" Tsukimono pleaded with his captor as he felt the jutsu taking hold. He felt the world around him fading away, and suddenly, he was back.

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    That night. What an awful night it was. Storming. The raindrops coming down like kunai. This was a heavy rain that Tsukimono found himself using for cover. He was in the Hyuuga compound often enough. Sure, it was strange to be there this late, but he had friends in the clan, people whose home he had visited countless times.

    He would be fine walking through the compound for awhile, even if people were using their byakugan. The likelihood of that wasn't none, but he didn't worry too much about it.

    And, so, Tsukimono marched through the cold rain, heading towards the center of the compound. He knew he could find out where his sensei was if he could just get close. He could track the smell. For now it was just about getting close.

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[Exousia]

Chiaki took in a deep, steadying breath, the memories playing out in Tsukimono’s head, her Sharigan spinning across his thoughts as she spun the images out, forcing the Inuzuka to see what she wanted. She had to watch the original memory to overwrite it, had to let the moments play out while simultaneously feeding him a different image, a different thought, different emotions- and while her Sharingan aided in the processing of all the information, it didn’t make the process an easier to go through… physically or emotionally.

"N-no, Tsukimono-kun. We know that’s not how it h-happened.” She said, trembling as she reached out with a shaking hand and grabbed his cheek, Raiton energy crackling through her palm and into his body, causing it to seize for a moment, every muscle clenching and spasming all at once. She cut the flow before it could truly damage his body; she needed him to hurt, not die, and continued shock from that jutsu could suffocate a man if you weren’t careful. "You snuck in, remember? Used the rain and your stealth skills to hide from the guards.”

Her eyes blazed, tomoe spinning as she lifted his head against the restraints, forcing him to look her in the eyes so the suggestion would be more powerful. In his head he would see the new memory; the same terrible storm, the same patrols, but with a different man at the center. An angry, vengeful man, filled with hate in his heart and a need to exact vengeance on those who had wronged him. Such a different man from the one before her- but this was what Toshizou wanted. This was what Konoha needed, now matter how much it hurt.

"You were there to kill him in his sleep, like… like a coward.” She said, brushing away a flake of dried blood from Tsukimono’s cheek as she knelt down to his level, still looking him in the eyes. It had to take this time. It had to. I don’t know if I can see it all again. "Remember?”

Inuzuka Tsukimono