Not much to say here… I'm not sure if this will be historically accurate (I have no idea if mental recovery centers even exist), but please bear with me. Oh, and this takes place right before the first episode of Naruto Shippuden.

Lemon POV

Flashback (age 7)

Cowering slightly on the high chair that stood around the island in her kitchen, I, Hailey Mcturn, gulped and glanced down to the floor, whimpered, and covered my eyes. I was absolutely petrified of heights.

"Hailey?" that kind voice was my mom. I squeaked.

"Please don't yell at me… or send me to my room… Please…" I had refused to eat for the fifth time this week. I was nearly starved to death, but too scared about getting yelled at for having bad manners, or get sent to my room, get grounded… No. I wouldn't eat! I won't!

"Oh, fine." My mother sighed in defeat and walked to the living room. Curious and surprised that I got away with not eating, I followed her. My bare feet pattered against the hard wood floor. Spying me in the doorway, Mom smiled slightly. "Just making a call, sweetie." She told me tightly. Walking through the beige room, I sat down softly on the black leather couch next to my dad. He looked up from his newspaper to smile kindly at me. My father had the same fiery red hair as me, with only a tinge of gray in it. Sitting stiffly on the soft couch, I tried to listen to my mom's conversation, but was too far to hear anything except "Yes", "My daughter, and "I'll stop by this week". After about fifteen minutes, confirmed by the old grandfather clock in the corner next to the piano that was littered with my sheet music, Mom put down the phone gently. I hesitated briefly, trying to figure out if I would be punished for asking, then blurted out:

"Who was that?" In the quiet, nervous voice I had. My mother let out a breath.

"It was Hope's Wings Mental Recovery Center for Girls." She told me gently. I clenched my tan hands together to keep them from shacking and my amber eyes widened. Seeing my reaction, both my parents hugged me close and mom added, "You're not in trouble, honey. We're sending you there to get over your fear of heights and fear of being punished. We'll visit. I promise." I had believed her at the time. That was one of the lessons I would learn at the institute.

Promises can, and will, be broken. Always.

Time lapse (Later that week)

I was standing with my mom at the front desk in Hope's Wings Mental Recovery Center For Girls. My mom was talking to the lady at the desk, so I started to hum to myself, trying to calm my nerves. I love music. As long as I can remember, I've been playing the piano, violin, flute, and singing. Whenever I am sacred, I hum or sing to myself. Art is a song, a tune in which you can drown your fears and problems, one that will haunt you for the rest of time. (A/N: Ha-ha, that is very Interesting…*Smug face*)After about 5 minutes, Mom called me over to the front desk. I forced myself not the shake as I walked over.

"Hailey, this is Mrs. Jell. She's the secretary here." Mom told me in the soft, gentle way that she has when talking to me.

"Hello…" I greeted nervously. She nodded curtly.

"You said your daughter was 7." She informed my mother as she surveyed me.

"I am." I stated timidly. Really, I shouldn't be too surprised. I was almost 5 feet tall already. Not to mention extremely thin from refusing to eat.

"Alright. You are in the England dorm. Last door on your right." Mrs. Jell said in an irritated tone. I nodded once, hugged my mom, and ran off down the hall the secretary had pointed to. Dropping my bright yellow backpack filled with clothes and a few books, I gulped nervously. Regaining at least some of my composer, I knocked softly on the wood door that had the word 'England' carved into the plate. A short girl, probably almost a foot shorter than me, answered. She looked Asian, with medium length black hair and dark brown eyes. She was quite pretty. Like me, she was super thin. I briefly thought about if she had an eating disorder.

"Who are you?" She snapped viciously. I gulped again.

"I-I'm new…" I stuttered. A look of surprise crossed the girl's face. Then she grinned at me.

"Oh! Why didn't you say so? Come on in. Looking back over her shoulder, She yelled to what I guessed were my other roommates.

"Oi! You guys! We got our last member!" She yelled. The girl beckoned me into the small room. It had two bunk beds and one single bed, along with a small bed stand, a closet with clothes hanging in it, a bathroom, and a calendar posted on a wall. A young girl bounced up to me and instantly hugged me. She looked no more than 3.

"What's your name?" A girl who was slightly taller than me asked. Before I could answer, A girl my height cut in.

"Why don't we sit in a circle and tell each other our names, ages, and why we're here." She spoke brightly. The tall girl nodded and we all sat in the small space. As nobody looked ready to go, I started.

"I'm Hailey Mcturn-" the girl who let me in interrupted me almost right away.

"Real names, no matter what the staff tells you, in this place, real names are of no value. We go by our inmate names. Basically, You go by your favorite food or drink." She explained. I nodded.

"Then my real name is Hailey Mcturn. My inmate name would be lemon." I smiled slightly. "I'm 7." There were several gasps, one 'What!?' and one 'Impossible! Girl, you freaking tall!' I grinned. "And I'm here because I am have an extreme fear of being punished and an extreme fear of heights." The tall one put her hand on my shoulder.

"You won't need to worry about that here. Well, the staff are kind of bitchs, but we will all take on the punishments of the other." I grinned at her. "Next!" The girl who had let me in was sitting next to me and all eyes were on her.

"My real name is Bella Astroe, my inmate name is Tea. I am 14. I was adopted from Japan when I was 2. My adoptive parents were very nice, and I loved them. But on my twelfth birthday, some Teenager who had a grudge against me… I think his name was Daniel… Thought it'd be funny to light my house on fire. I was with my parents in the living room when it happened. I smelt the smoke first and my parents screamed at me to save myself… So I did. I could hear their screams… I don't know what happened to my brother Alex. Anyway, I got sent here for post-traumatic stress. I still have nightmares about the fire every other day, and I won't eat after one." I patted her shoulder sympathetically. Next was the tall girl. She had medium length brown hair slung up in a loose ponytail. She had piercing blue eyes and was slightly pale.

"My name is Jill-Marie Tromen. Yes, I know, stupid name. My inmate name is Blueberry, and I am 15. I am here because my mom beat me when I wouldn't leave my sister's side while she was being beaten. That's basically it…" I nodded and turned to face the next girl. She had red-orange long hair in a loose braid, and the same piercing blue eyes as blueberry, and was pale like her too. Freckles dotted her cheeks, and she was the same height as me.

"My name is Rachel Tromen, or Orange." That's why they look similar, I thought to myself. "I am 12, and I'm here because my mom beat me because I stuttered because I was so scared to talk to her. Oh, and I am the housekeeper of this room, and if you throw your clothes on the floor, I will kick you into the middle of next Tuesday." She told the last part in a threatening tone, and my heart thudded in my chest. But then she smiled, and we moved on to the next girl. She was only a little girl. My heart ached, seeing that little girl having to grow up here… She had beautiful golden hair in curls, gentle green eyes, and light tan skin.

"Hello! My name's Rose-Ellen Grit, or Cupcake! Shut it, Brat. My name's Cake-cup. Resident split personality. No. Anyway, I'm 3- I'm immortal. –Go away, Cake-cup! I'm stuck here because of Cake-cup. I don't remember my parents Pfft. It's better that way. No family ties… But there is one thing both Cake-cup and me agree on. Naruto ShIppuden." She and Cake cup told me. I felt a pang of sympathy for the girl… Girls. Blueberry bolted up.

"Well, now that that's over, have you ever seen Naruto Shippuden?" My new roommate asked me. I shook my head.

Time lapse (3 years later)

My eyes fluttered open. Sleepily, I glanced around the small dorm that I now called home. I sighed and got out of the bottom bunk bed, I was still afraid of heights, to look at the clock on the wall. 7:34 a.m. I walked to the closet, pushed aside the clothes, and reached out to open the secret door. It hid three shelves, all stocked to the brim. The bottom one held the tiny T.V and DVD player that My roommates and I used to watch Naruto Shippuden on, tons of DVDs, and the coffee maker. The second shelf had coffee grounds, sugar (No creamer. It would spoil.), candy of all kinds, granola bars, and several kinds of soda. The third shelf held plastic cups, plates, silverware, and straws. All these things were forbidden by the Mental Recovery Center. Grabbing the coffee maker, coffee grounds, sugar, and a granola bar, I walked out to the main dorm.

Plugging in the coffee maker and making a cup for myself (Lots and lots of sugar added), I sighed and slid into a yellow sundress that I packed on the day I came here. I was now 10, and growing fast. The dress had been down to my shins 2 years ago. Now it was up to my knees. Taking a sip of coffee, I brushed my short, fiery red hair till it was smooth. I finished my coffee and the granola bar as Blueberry and the others woke up. Orange stretched.

"'Morning, Lemon." Orange said groggily. She was now 15, and was almost taller than me.

"Good morning, Orange." I greeted quietly and smiled.

"Hey, isn't it your third anniversary here, Lemon?" Cupcake said, stifling a yawn. She had grown into a fine six-year-old.

"You're right." Blue berry had gotten out of bed and looked at the calendar. May 21st. The day I came here. Blueberry had only grown an inch since I came here, and was like a mother to all of us, even though she's only 18. "And we don't have therapy until after lunch… That's enough time to watch at least 5 episodes of Naruto Shippuden!" I giggled excitedly. I love watching Naruto Shippuden. Blueberry got out the T.V, and Tea got the snacks like usual. As soon as Blueberry put the DVD in, though, the door of our tiny dorm flew open to reveal Miz Crow, the mean owner of the institute and several other staff members.

"I knew it! I knew you girls were nothing but trouble." She grinned maliciously. "I'll be confiscating these." She snatched the T.V, DVD player, and Naruto shippuden DVDs. I started shaking. No… Don't yell… Don't punish me… Don't! I shrieked to myself. Tea saw me and quickly warped her arms around me in a comforting hug. They left about five minutes later. Along with our only link to sanity.

"Let's go to lunch." Blueberry said. But it was a hollow sound, not the normal, cheery sound it used to be.

We were all hollow that day, going through the motions of life. By the time we got back to the Dorm, We all, without speaking, climbed into bed and cried. Well, More like I whimpered and cried, Cupcake sobbed and Cake-cup didn't speak, Orange cried silently, Tea trembled and cried, and I think even cool and collected Blueberry shed a tear that day. I cried into my pillow for hours on end, and when I cry out all my tears, maybe I will be out of this damned Hellhole. As the dorm filled with the cries of my friends, all I could think of was my fear of never leaving…

Then, the room filled with a bright green light, and I blacked out.

OVOVOVOVOVOVOVO

When I woke up, I found myself in a pile with my adopted family. Being the first to wake up, I stood and tried to get my bearings. From what I could tell… We're in the Akutsuki base!?

"Wh…what happened…" I spun around to see Tea sitting up, as were the others.

"Blueberry? What do we do?" Cupcake asked quietly. Blueberry rubbed her forehead.

"I-" She was cut off by a door opening to the right of us. I had been so surprised to wake up here that I didn't see the door. In the doorframe stood a woman with blue hair styled with an origami flower. She stood there looking at us. Cupcake, the first one to recover from shock, inhaled quickly when she saw the woman, who I recognized from Naruto Shippuden.

"K-Konan?!" She ran to Konan and hugged her. I slapped a hand to my mouth to stop myself from calling out a warning. Konan didn't take this too well, and put a knife to Cupcake's neck.

"Pein!" Konan yelled. "Come here!"

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