Catching Up

by Grieving Warrior

A drabble about what Sai might have endured. In part. By someone with little experience with psychology. I disclaim everything, ask for concrit, and note that I'm way behind on the manga. Take this with a grain of salt, please. Or several.

The boy stared out into nothing. It was always like this. They would put him in a room, close the door. The room was always dark. Full of nothing. Just like it was supposed to be. Like he was supposed to be. He was nothing, just like the room. Just like his brother. His brother who was probably already so far ahead. He had to catch up. His brother was everything.

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The boy, older now, stared out into nothing. It was always like this. He was nothing, just like that old room. He knew who They were, now. Superiors, to be obeyed. To fill the nothing with something. To be followed, no matter what. He had to catch up, so he could serve. They were everything.

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The now young man followed the young woman with the odd pink hair, and the ridiculously cheerful blonde young man bounced ahead. He had a ways to go to catch up, so that he could understand, and stand with them. They were the ones who mattered, now.