Familiar face?

I knew they were coming way before I saw them. The cell was closed off on all three sides, and there was little light coming through the bars. From what I could see, there were no cameras or any sort of bugs that seemed to be placed. Occasionally I heard groans and shouts from the neighboring cells, but nothing sounded like a painful cry. But I can't let my guard down. Who knows what kind of interrogative measures they might use. With my hands tied over my head, I can only imagine how much more pain I'm going to face.

I could sense around 4 distinct chakras, but none of them were the ones I fought before. Did I manage to hurt them that badly? More importantly, why does that thought make me smile?

As I felt the light blocked by their towering stature, I noticed that the one standing in the middle was actually a woman. Her long black hair and dark eyes shone in the dim light.

A jolt went through me. I know her. I've seen her somewhere. What the hell-

"According to our sources, we have reason to believe you are part of the Akatsuki that has been terrorizing our village and posing a danger to our kage. You better start talking, or we will resort to extreme measures- "

My laugh echoed through the dungeon. I could feel them frowning, but I also noticed their nervous discomfort.

I smiled and looked right at them. " If I was a part of the Akatsuki, you wouldn't be standing alive right now."

The woman didn't back down or flinch. Interesting.

"As for taking extreme measures, don't you think you already have? Putting me behind bars and in chains without even having concrete evidence... just who the hell do you think you are?" I drawled, and somehow my voice didn't sound like mine, maybe because I have never been this mad in my life.

The two large men stood like bodyguards beside her, but the last one was the exact opposite. With the dim light, I couldn't even see him that well. With a black hood over his head and a mask over his face... only his silhouette was visible. His expressionless face was unnerving and deducing his identity was impossible. Who is he and why does he want to hide so bad? In the darkness, he looked like a thin, long shadow that could melt away the second you let it go. The woman sighed, and my attention snapped back to her.

"I didn't want to resort to this, but it seems like you leave me no choice." the more she talked, the more familiar she sounded. Shit, why do I not remember her? Where do I know her from?

She looked at me in the eyes, and then I knew.

I stood there, with my mouth wide open.

No freaking way.

She has the Sharingan.