I was a prisoner of war for ten years. I've seen things people don't want to see. I've done things that you wouldn't imagine. I've been beaten in ways people don't dream of. I've been waiting to tell this story. I've been waiting until the right moment. Now is the time I share all my secrets. Now is the time I tell you what really happened in the prisoner of war camp. It's not pretty. It's not fun. And it sure ain't a fairy tale. This is my story. This is what happened to me. This isn't like anything you've hear before. This isn't like the story I first told. This is the truth. Nothing but the truth.
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"Above!" He shouted at me. I looked above me and saw the enemy rapidly falling on me. I dodged and threw a dozen kunai at him. He dodged and took out his sword. I removed mine. He lunged at my teammate. They battled and I stood ready to go incase anything happened. In a matter of seconds, my life would be turned upside down. Time started moving in slow motion. I saw the enemy drive the sword through Kiba's chest. "Kiba! No!" I shouted in anger. The enemy ninja lunged at me with his sword. Before I could move, I was stabbed in the shoulder. I cried out as I fell to the ground. He stabbed me again in my arm.
Another ninja appeared next to him. "Keep him. He looks good for ransom. He looks like he could be useful too." The second ninja left and the first one hit the side of my head with the butt of his sword. My vision went black but came back the next minute. I smiled and stood up. I wasn't going to give that easily. I lunged at him with my sword. I stabbed him in the arm. "That's what you get." I growled. He started a dance of sword work. I had the upper hand. Or so I thought
I was about to stab him in the chest when I was stabbed in the back. I felt a sword in my shoulder blade on the same shoulder I was stabbed in before. The pain was unbearable. I collapsed to the ground and everything went fuzzy. "He sure is a handful. I think he would be very entertaining at the camp."
The last thing I remember was being kicked in the shoulder and arm then my head.
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I moaned as I woke up. My shoulder was burning along with my arm. I hate swords. They hurt like hell when you are stabbed with them. I sat up to fast and I fell back to the bed again with the room spinning. I sat up slowly and leaned over and vomited. I wiped the spit and remains from my mouth. I looked around to see where I was. I was in stone room and I was sitting on a wooden cot that was in the corner. I stood up and my legs gave out. I looked at my arm and shoulder realizing it was bleeding freely. I removed my shirt and ripped it into shreds. I rapped my arm and then my shoulder. It would stop the bleeding but only for a little bit. I walked over to the cell door and looked around.
There were several cells along the hallway. I heard people crying. People yelling. People cussing. People shouting in pain. To the left were guards. I looked around in my cell. I realized where I was. I was in a prisoner of war camp. I was MIA* right now. I was a POW**. I backed up into a wall. I was captured. I could be killed. I will easily be beaten. I had my life figured out ahead of me.
I had a girl I loved back home. We were engaged. I proposed to her the night before I left for the war. I had a family back home. I had friends. I had dreams. I had hope. I had goals. They were all ruined in a matter of seconds. I sank down to the floor. I began to cry. I wasn't sure why I was crying. It was either out of pain or fear or sadness or all three.
After a couple minutes of silent tears, I heard someone approach me. I thought I was alone in the cell. I looked up to see a ninja walked towards me. He had a wind head band on. He was wearing a tunic and ninja pants with sandal. He had a head wrap on but he took it off. "Hello."
I just stared at him not sure what to say or do. "I'm Isamu. You're hurt. Let me take a look at it." I nodded moving so he could see my arm better. "I heard you vomit before and I wanted to give you time to realize where you were on your own. You've handled it better than anyone I've seen here before. You've taken a nasty wound on your shoulder. Looks like you were stabbed from the back and the front. Those sound ninja are relentless. They rarely take POW. You were lucky. They wanted to keep you for a reason." Isamu rapped my shoulder with his head wrap and took strips from my shirt and wrapped my wound on my arm. "You'll most likely get a fever because of the poor conditions. If you do, I'll make sure you pull through." Isamu smiled. He had brown hair that fell to his shoulders.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked curious.
"You're from Leaf. Our villages are allies. I won't let an ally die on me in here. Before you, there was a ninja in here from Water. He had similar wounds and died. I won't let that happen to you."
"Thanks. How long have you been here?"
Isamu shrugged. "I've lost count of time. What's the date?"
"New years eve." I said.
"Almost a year."
"How have you lasted so long and you look so healthy?"
He shrugged again. "I don't know. I just kept my mind straight. I've watched many people die in here. I will make it out of here. I will not die before I make it out. I promised myself that a couple months ago. What is your name?"
I paused. Could I trust him? I decided I could trust him. "Naruto. Uzamaki Naruto."
"The Uzamaki Naruto? You mean the Second Yellow Flash?" Isamu asked in awe.
"Yeah that's me," I sighed. This always happened.
"How did you get captured?"
"I was fighting a Sound ninja with my teammate. My teammate died and we fought. He stabbed me twice. A third came later and stabbed me in the back. I was in so much pain I couldn't get up. I was kicked in each wound and the head. The next thing I remember is waking up here. How long have I been here?"
"Three days. We got fed three times. They didn't give you anything because they thought you were dying."
"Oh lovely," I muttered.
"Who was your teammate that died?" Isamu asked.
"Inuzuka Kiba." I said hanging my head sadly.
"I know him. I helped him on a mission once. I'm sorry for the loss. He was a great guy. What happened to his dog?"
"Akamaru was killed before him..." I said sadly.
I looked at Isamu. He was the one person I would be able to trust in here. He was going to be the one person who could help me. He was going to be someone I would be able to help. And him help me. If I was going to get through this, I would need his help. He would need mine.
"If we want to survive, we are going to need each other's help. How does it sound that we become friends. Friends that we can trust." I said holding out my hand. "How does that sound?"
"Sounds like a great idea." Isamu grabbed my wrist I grabbed his. We shook hands.
"Let us make it through this together." I said praying to Kami.
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Author's Note: I've had this idea for a while and decided to write it now. I hope you enjoy it.
*MIA: Missing In Action
**POW: Prisoner of War
