The Judges hammer slammed down loudly, bringing the teenage boy back to his senses. The sound echoed around the large airy hall, and not a person made a sound.

"Guilty"

The verdict sat heavily on the boy's conscience, it seemed as if the room was spinning, the people to his left and right were all staring, his mother was weeping. He clenched his teeth determined not to cry as his lawyer slumped down next to him, not offering a word. This was it. His father had left the room in shame, taking his sobbing mother with him, the jury were leaving. He stood silently, his face blank of expression. Now it was just him and the two police guards in a room full empty wooden seats...the seats in rows, they looked like...

"Fuck, Iruka, hold him down!" screamed the taller guard. His name badge said Gai, but nobody paid him any more attention for having learnt his name. That aside, he gripped the young boys arm as he went into a fit of cussing and struggling. Iruka gripped his torso and together they forced the handcuffs and leg shackles back on him tightly. This fuckup had a one way ticket to the slammer.

Outside the heavens cried rain like so many icy grey tears. The sky was clad with gun metal clouds and the choking fumes of cars. The boy was forced into a slim black Chrysler 300C with his head bowed and his chains rattling along with the thrum of the engine. There was nothing in his eyes, neither fear nor anger and Iruka was glad to see him gone. As the tail lights disappeared into the winter city smog he breathed a sigh of relief, there was something up with that kid. Something in the mind. Iruka sighed, he was going to the right place...

High walls, tall and oppressive stretching up to the stars. The only light came from the reflections in barbed wire capping the top of the 10 metre outer wall. Kakuzu wrestled slightly with his bonds, then fell to staring out of the window again. Was it 8 O'clock? 9 O'clock? He felt lonely, but that was small potatoes, loneliness was part of life now. Laying strapped to the bed he listened to the silence, in the background. There were a few muffled shouts but apart from that...nothing. Faintly he heard the crunching of tires on gravel and wondered with a heavy heart whether some other poor bastard was being sent here. Glancing round the near empty cell he realized there was a spare bed now, the quiet one, Naruto had passed away recently. Suicide they said.

He heard a car door open and shut outside, a bout of swearing and then nothing.

Hidan had arrived.

Short little intro to get you started, what do you think? Will it make a good story? Review me with your thoughts. Fingers poised on the keyboard...awaiting your reply