Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A shinobi's report.
"You are to report any suspicious activity. It is a C-ranked mission, so I am sure that all of you will be able to handle it."
It wasn't a high ranked mission. It was a simple "observe and report" type of thing. We hadn't expecting anything of this scale, and we weren't sure how to go about handling it. Each of us were chuunin, and only recently had passed the exams.
We had been told that this underground warehouse might have something to do with all the kidnappings of five years ago, and that there might be information lying around. So we geared up, complaining that is was a waste of time. My logic was, why try to solve a case from years ago, one that nobody had even heard about? But we were shinobi, and we had to follow orders, no matter how seemingly unnecessary.
That was how it was to supposed to have been, but what we found was incredible.
A full scale laboratory. Something strait out of a hospital (Or perhaps a Sci-Fi book?). There were dead children inside. They were all shoved into a corner, like trash. They had recently died, from what appeared to have been some sort of surgery. It wasn't something anybody could have survived, what, with hearts and lungs and such being outside the body and all. A shinobi is used to death and pain, but it just seemed so…
Inhuman.
There were shelves emptied of all books and scrolls, which, if were there, probably would have explained the entire situation inside of here. Judging from the hasty removal and the dead, the place had either been recently ransacked, or was quickly packed up and moved somewhere else.
It had become clear to us then, what those people were.
Experiments.
We discovered one that was still alive. She was an odd little thing, odd colored hair and eyes. She was innocent, or as innocent as someone could be in these conditions. She said that she was used to death.
We called her Sakura.