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I ran. Even though I knew that I wouldn´t escape, even though I knew that there was no light at the end of the tunnel, no sudden flash light from a kindhearted person that was looking for me, I still ran. But it was everywhere. The darkness. I have been running here, in this darkness for so long that I should know by now that there is no way out. Still, I run every time I have this dream. It is actually really pathetic, because my dream is, in fact, my reality too. That makes it hard to distinguish between a dream and my every day. I am screaming for help now: "Hello? Is anybody out there? Hello?" which is stupid because I know this is a dream and I know that there is no one out there in the darkness, waiving a flash light. Not that I could ever found out if there really was one, but the idée of someone, who is looking for me is ridicules. I have no one who loves me, care for me or miss me. There is no one. I am all alone. There is only darkness.

I shot my eyes open, painting heavily, just to be greeted by more darkness. Sweat was clinging to my back and my heart beat so fast that I thought it would stop at some point, but magically, it didn´t. My throat was twisted and I wasn´t sure if it was a scream or vomit that wanted to get out first, so I tried my best to keep, whatever it was, inside my body. I tried hard to keep the panic that was slowly crawling up my Spain under control, as I was lying in my own cold sweat. But how can you calm yourself down, when the thing you are scared of the most, is the only thing you can´t escape?

Luckily, I could feel the sunlight touching the right side of my face. The warm feeling made me realize that I was in reality and not in the dream anymore, because the dream had no warm light and reality has. This made me laugh of myself and my stupidity, but the crazy laughter that came from my mouth, scared the shit out of me so I stopped.

I closed my eyes, even though it didn´t mattered if they were open or closed, and I felt the panic drift away from my body and mind, which is a small victory that I have once in a while, and no one knows about it.

When all the panic was gone and I was sure that it stayed away, I began to listen to my surroundings, which is something I do every morning. I could hear the same thing every day. Footstep from the other side of the door and people talking. Sometimes they talked quietly, sometimes they cried, laughed out of pure happiness or yelled like mad. Sometimes the footsteps would be running, properly because of an emergency or other doctor/nurse stuff. All in all; there was a world outside my darkness and on the other side of the door.

But what I liked to hear the most was the sound of a machine to my left. It was telling me that there was a person on the bed next to me, and that the person was alive. The beautiful bip that it made every time the person´s heartbeat beaten, was like drugs for me. The person wasn´t awake and hadn´t been since the person came in some month ago, but he or she was there, which meant that I wasn´t alone. I called the person "Wakeman". Like a walkman, but with wake instead, because I didn´t know how Wakeman´s legs were, and if Wakeman woke up and I said: "You are awake Walkman!" and the persons legs was destroyed or even gone… well you get what I mean.

I open my eyes and starred into the darkness, not because I would challenge it, but because I have no choice. I am blind.

And here starts my check list:

1: Person on my left side:

Wakeman is still alive and breathing.

2: Situation outside:

I stopped breathing for some time and listened. I heard the food carts rolling with its rusty wheels. This meant that the nurses were splitting up the disgusting breakfast they called food between the hospitalized people, and answered my third point:

3: What time of the day was it?

Lunch is always served in the cafeteria at the end of the hallway, and the food cart is not needed at that time. As a real life Sherlock I excluded the evidence and found out the truth: It was breakfast time which meant that it was morning around 9 am. That is how good I am!

I mentally gave myself a high five before I went on with the check list.

4: The weather.

I quickly dragged the blanket away and placed my feet on the cold floor. I needed about four seconds to accustom my feet to the evil floor before I reached out to touch the window. It was hot and nicely warm, which meant that it was sunny outside and rather warm day. Once again: Real life Sherlock!

If only the rest of the world's people knew how awesome I was, then they might not hate me.

I walked over to the door on my bare feet. I didn´t had any shoes, and I think it is because the nurses wants me to stay in the bed and not running around, making their day misery and more complicated. So they took my shoes.

Like the fact that I don´t have shoes on my feet is going to stop me!

I took a firm grip at the door knob and listen carefully for noise outside it. The hardest thing to do when you are blind is to make a sneak attack or, basically, just sneaking around. The food carts wasn´t making it´s loud noise at the moment, so the nurse controlling it was properly in one of the other rooms, serving the shitty shit to the hospitalized people that stayed in there.

Poor bastards.

I have absolutely no intentions on eating shit, and certainly not shitty shit! So every day I´ll make my escape to the cafeteria to steal some sandwich that visitors can by for money. Some days it works, other days it doesn't.

I whispered a small goodbye to Wakeman and went out the door. You are properly thinking why I whisper to a knock out person. I´ll put it this way: I am blind and I can´t see if the dude is awake or not, so it will scare the living hell out of me if Wakeman actually answered me one day, and to prevent myself from getting a heart attack, I'll just whisper to Wakeman so he or she can´t hear me, and therefore, not answer me.

SHER-LOCK to the HOLMES! Ladies and gentlemen's!

Well, back to the hallway.

It was quiet and nobody was screaming: "NARUTO!" … yet.

So far so good. I made a spin and headed towards the delicious smelling cafeteria in a tempo that other humans thought was impossible. I kind of acted like I wasn´t blind, holding my hands like they were in my pockets, which I don´t have. Sometimes I think I'm wearing a dress, because the thing I have on is long. Right down to my knees to be actually. But as the blind boy I am, I just can´t tell, and the entire nurse stab says that it is a long t-shirt, but they are like evil robots so…

I whistled a short melody to disguise myself even more and everything seemed to hold fit. But then, all of a sudden, I heard a person screaming behind me:

"NARUTO! GET BACK IN YOU BED YOUNG MAN!"

I had no idée of which one of the evil-robot-assholes it was, and it didn´t mattered. The voice came behind me, which meant that I could run like hell forward to my destination, and that was exactly what I did. The voice didn´t followed me, but kept swearing after me for some time. I have been here so long now, that they don´t run after me when I "sneak" away from my prison cell. It´s only if they discover me at a close distance that they would chase me.

The cafeteria is a very big room but I can't tell exactly how big it is. Once, I tried to go from one wall to the other but I didn´t got any smarter by that. Only more confused.

One thing is to escape from my room and get to the cafeteria, another thing is to steal food from the cook. It all depends on who´s the cook today, and there is only one way to find out. I grabbed a tray and got into the line with some pushing and mumble of: "Sorry".

Sorry. Blind boy. Can´t see. Fuck you all.

As the line got smaller, which I knew by the harsh push from the person behind me, I listened to the other peoples small talking. The two in front of me was here because of the woman's old mother. She was sniffing and crying a bit, while her husband was complaining about being at the hospital, instead of home at their house. The old "hag" of a mother could take care of herself, and they didn't needed to be here the whole day, was what his opinion was, and the poor woman just cried. I really felt like hitting the man, who seemed to be the perfect asshole but chose not to. I am a kid and beating up adults is a pretty hard thing to do.

Then, all of a sudden, it was my turn.

I just have to warn you that being blind, means a lot of "all of a sudden" moments… just so you know. Everything I just a surprise for us.

Luckily for me, the voice coming from the other side of the counter was a women's: "Omelet or toast?"

"Omelet" I said, grinning inside of my luck. There are two cooks: a woman that doesn't give a crap about anything and a man that knows my reputation and, like everybody else, hates me. He always tells me to fuck off, and this is where I have to steal some sandwich at the end of the long food table. The woman, however, just gives me the food and then I just go out of the line. They don´t notices that I don´t pay for it or maybe the woman does, but just doesn't ´t care about it. Well, who knows, all I know is that I am having a freaking omelet today! And I like omelet!

However, as I turn around to sit at a table next to one of the big windows, a person bumps in to me. Or I bump in to him… how should I know?

"Hn. Watch where you are going idiot" A cold and annoyed voice said to me. Just by herring the voice I could tell that this was an arrogant, rich boy about my age. Oh, and that I hated him right from the start, of cores.

"That´s kinda hard when you are blind, asshole" I said bitterly. This made people shut up or go away most of the times, but to my surprise, the boy didn´t. he just continued in the same tone, not even the slides trembling or surprise in his voice.

"Well, it´s not my problem that you are a freaking burden for the whole society" He said.

I was quiet shocked by this. Nobody had ever said it out loud, but I knew that it was what they all were thinking, and here was a person that finely had said it out loud. I was so happy that I could die and so angry that I said:

"The only burden I can think of right now, is listening to your high ass voice, your highness" I started. "Apparently, only shit comes out of it"

This time, it was the strangers turn to be in the state of shock. Maybe he, like me, wasn´t used to be talked to like that, in that kind of tone, and I got it confirmed when he hissed at me like a sneak:

"Do you know who the hell you are talking to?"

"I´M. FUCKING. BLIND." Was my awesome answer and at that time, being blind didn´t seemed too bad. Before he could say something back at me, I walked away. It´s not because it wasn't fun or anything, believe me, I could have argued with the guy for quite some time I think, but if he decided to leave and I didn´t heard it, I would be standing there like an idiot. And I really didn´t wanted to look like an idiot in front of this boy for some odd reason.

I slammed my tray down on the table beside the window, and then slammed my butt down on the chair next to the table. I began eating my omelet, still thinking about the nerves that rich ass, of a boy had. Then all of a sudden, the exact same sound that my tray had made against the table, sounded right across me. I got a huge shock, like always, and was pretty confused. Who in the world had the nerves to sit across a blind little boy who was sitting all alone in the world?

An "Hn" gave me the answer I was looking for.

"What do you want?" I said, expecting more insults from the asshole.

"There weren't any empty tables left." He said clam, and shoveled a not so clam spoonful omelet into his mouth, destroying the cool picture I had of him in my mind. This made me smile a bit.

"Get out of here" I said, not believing him. This room was like, HUGE! It had to have at least one empty table. And even if all the tables were full, why sit next to me?

"The only other place to sit was beside a couple, where the woman was crying and the man was complaining about everything"

"That asshole" I said, remembering the two in the line.

"Totally" My sudden dinner friend said. This made both of us stop eating for a second in shock. We had just agreed to something. Damn it. But we quickly began to eat again like nothing had happened.

The silence suddenly became awkward for some reason, and I actually wanted to start a conversation with him, but I was too afraid that I would be turned down by silence like always. It was pretty weird that I wanted to talk to this asshole, but I thought in some way, that he was actually pretty cool. Not that I would ever tell him!

My appetite soon disappeared and I was now poking to my food. I really really reallly wanted to talk to him but what should I say? What was normal to say? Would he answer? It was really getting me a headache! It was like there was two small Narutos in my head, talking to me at the same time, and in all the confusion I, apparently, said out loud:

"Is it normal to have to voices in your head, arguing with each other?"

I could have hit myself at that moment. If he hadn´t been sitting right in front of me, I WOULD have been hitting myself at that moment.

Sometimes, I just hate my head.

I dedicated all my focus to my Oh-so-impotent omelet as I waited for him to react, poking it like crazy. But there was nothing else then silence. Silence and darkness. I felt my face turn pink and was desperately holding back some tears, when all of a sudden, an arrogant voice said:

"So you are here because you are stupid?"

Once again, I was shocked, happy and angry.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, TEME?"

"I said you were stupid, dobe. Or are you deaf too?"

"You're fucking asshole! Shut up or I will kick your ass!"

"You´ll have to find me first, moron." He said, chewing on a now cold omelet.

"I can easy find you. I´ll just have to go towards the smell of bastard" I said, taking the challenge to who could eat up their omelet first.

It was one hell of a challenging. You´ll have to eat AND insult the other person at the SAME TIME. It is a lot harder than it sounds like! And the bastard won. I called him a cheater of cores, saying that he wasn´t done, but just said he was. This little augment went on for some time, until we both had to stop to get some air.

As we both tried to catch our breath, I listen carefully to the Dobe´s breathing and thought that it was better than Wakeman´s heartbeat. When my own breath was, jet again, stable, I asked with a tone that sounded that I didn´t really cared, but I did.

"So…Why are you here?" I asked.

My whole body was tensed up as I waited for a replay. And my heart jumped when It came after quite some time.

"My dad owns this hospital and they have some kind of meeting here." He started slowly. "And, as his family, we have to be there in the background, looking good and all."

"Sounds boring" I said, scratching the hair at the back of my neck. Having a family had its up´s and down´s.

"Hmm" He said, and I have no idée what that meant but it sounded cool for some reason.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

At first, I didn´t know how to answer. Nobody has ever asked me that before and it was kind of obvious.

"W-well-"I started, placing a finger on my lips, looking up like the answers was flying around my head, and I just had to look at them.

"I-i´m blind" I said, knowing that it was the most stupid answer in the world, but come on! So was the freaking question!

"I know that dobe. I´m not an idiot like you, but you don´t just get placed in a hospital just because you're blind."

Damn he was smart… and a high and mighty ass too! I was just about to say it out loud, when he said:

"How did you end up being blind" His voice wasn´t colder or more insulting then before, but the question still came like a hammer to my chest. Like ice, it stabbed my heart, making all the darkness around me even more dark and I just remembered how alone I was. How much I feared the darkness. How much I just wanted to cry.

Pictures of two persons came to my head and I knew they were my parents, but I didn´t knew if they looked like that or not. It has been so long since I saw their faces, that I don't know if the pictures in my mind is real or some faces I have made up.

I didn´t know how long I had been sitting there, spacing out, but eventually I said:

"It happened when I was 3 years old in a car crash." I began, remembering small glimpse from that time: happy faces looking down on me, smiling, voices filled with love, hands holding mine, words I didn´t understood, a scream and then… bang, nothing. "My mom and dad died in the crash"

"Hmm" was the answer from the other person, but it wasn´t arrogant or annoyed. Just acceptingly, I think.

I mentally hit myself and continued in my usually happy idiot way: "And now I'm here to get my eyes fix, but there is a rather big line, so I have to stay here for some time." I said, but finished off with the truth: "And the orphan that I have been staying at, doesn´t want me because I'm too much trouble, so giving me an eye operation, for my parents money of cores, gives them some time to breath in" I grinned awkwardly.

"How long have you been here?" He asked.

"A year"

"A year?"

"Yeah" I grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck again.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"10.. you?"

"The same" he said, rather unfocused. I was about to ask him what was bothering him, when he said:

"My mother is here. Gotta go." He got up and took his tray. I didn´t know what to say. I didn´t wanted him to go but I couldn´t stop him. For the first: I am blind. It makes it hard to tackle people. And the second: He had a family, properly friends… or maybe not. He was, after all, an asshole. But he had a life… maybe even a dog, like a big evil dog that could bite your head off. Yeah, that would be a dog for him. Like, insanely big! With 3 heads like a psycho dog! It can eat THREE persons at a time! Maybe even breathe fire like a freaking dragon! It would have a name like: Evil. Or, Woop-ass! Maybe just Death? Or how about-

My steam of thought was interrupted by an annoyed voice. Did I forget to mention that when you are blind, hearing other people talking to you when you are thinking is fucking hard? Or maybe it´s just me…

"Dobe are you even listening?" The voice said, belonging to the guy I from now on will call Teme, because he is one.

"W-what?" I said, rather hard, like I was a gangster or something like that… a blind rather stupid gangster. If he thought he was going to have the last word, he was going to think again!

"Your room number. What is it?" He said.

Not really following where this insult was going, I answered very suspicious: "75…" Narrowing my eyes, despite the fact that it didn´t made me see the insult any clearer. I think I just made a blind joke… well what you knew! It´s really that easy!

"All right, I'll maybe see you tomorrow then." He said, and I could feel my face going "Whaaaaaat?" like some dum cartoon figure. Was he playing with me? Taking a piss on me? If he was I would-

"See ya tomorrow." Was the last thing I heard, before the sound of footsteps walking away, a sound that I had feared to hear the second Teme placed his rich ass across mine, but now, and maybe it´s just my imagination, it sounded like they were coming back tomorrow. I didn´t tried to hide my smile this time like I always do, because it was so freaking big that it would end up in a battle I never could win and, besides, I really just felt like smiling.

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