A/N i just wrote this up cuz i was bord and though someone might like it, if anyone wants to know what happens next tell me and i'll try to focus on getting more of this done rather then just writing when ever i feel inspired too. witch isn't oftin. also be as mean as you think nesasary when revewing, but say what pissed ya off to the point of insulting me as a person plz! or i'll never be able to fix it.

"sigh now what? how should I know, I'm just as confused as you!" I mumble to myself, "ah, but are you? stop questioning me, I say to my self, I should really stop talking. starting now... sigh." I look around again, seeing nothing sigh. 'honestly what were you expecting! the walls aren't gonna change if you don't start walking!' "but even if I did I'd never find my way out, all these walls look the same," I counter, but its too late as I'm already walking. 'its better to die looking for a way out then to sit there and die.'

"point made" I agree. then I came to a fork in the tunnel, a multi-tunnel fork that gave me 7 possible exits. "goddamn it!" I mutter as I walk towards the middle of the room and close my eyes while raising a limp hand to point.

"one by one we bite the dusk,

kick the bucket,

begin to rust,

give up your goast when your numbers up,

we all fall down.

"ashes to ashes,

bones to paste,

you'll wither away in your resting place,

eternity in a wooden case,

we all fall down." I sing softly to myself as I spin slowly, stopping as the song finishes and opening my eyes to see a man standing in front of me with a knife.

I blinked, then I registered what was happening and calculated my chance of survival. 'crap!' "hello," I say soundly, with a bow of my head. "sorry for intruding, but I'm not entirely sure how I got here."

"come" he answer's pointing with the knife, that which I might add was oddly shaped, "that way."

"certainly" I say as I pass him and enter the tunnel he gestured to. he follows from behind, though I can still see him from the corner of my eye. he's close behind me, and he still has the knife.

"you can put that away, I'm not stupid enough to run. I can understand my situation." I say without looking at him, "though I can understand if you don't trust that."

He stops, and I can feel his eye's on me, "what understanding do you have?"

"I understand that I'm not suppose to be here, and that I'm likely to die soon." I say, turning to face him "I also know that I need not fear you."

"why do you think I will not kill you? if you are certain of your death here then why do you trust me?" he questions, cocking his head.

"I never said I trusted you, nor did I say that I thought you would refrain from killing me. just that I need not fear you, and I don't." I said calmly, with a strait face, "I can feel it."

the corner of his lip twitches up, it only lasts for a fraction of a second, but it was a small smile. and though he tried to keep his amusement from his face, I could see a new warmth on his face. "your insane." he say's as he starts to walk forward again.

"its better to be insane, then normal," I reply, as I sprint to catch up with him, "at least where I come from. I've learned to listen to my gut, as its more reliable then anything else in this world. besides reality is nothing more then the sum of what you believe to be true, the insane just have more truths they can sum up then the normal people do."

"do you listen to yourself when you talk?" he asks.

"I drift in and out, but that doesn't make my words any less true."

"and what if I could prove you and your truths wrong?"

"then your truths differ from mine, we are both right though as there is no 'one truth.' everyone involved in a situation will carry there own version of the 'truth' and as long as they're being true to themselves, there speaking the truth," I recite, "wow I've said 'truth' allot in the last 5 minutes, I should look for some synonyms. or is it antonyms? hmmm!"

"what?" he asks.

"a different word that mean's 'truth." I say,

"facts," he suggests, I nod.

"legit." I retort.

"actuality."

"real."

"honest."

"fine you win," I say in defeat.

he grabs my arm in response, and dragged me towards a door. "get in." he say's, and with that the little bit of warmth he had been emanating when we were talking was gone.

relising that I could not gain his friendship, and that our temporary truce was now gone. I chose not to answer, other then a simple nod of the head as I opened the door to meet my fate.

"leader, I've found this girl wandering the base. She say's she doesn't know how she got here and doesn't seem to recognize who we are," the man who found me declares to a shadowy figure near the center of the room.

"understood. Itachi, you may leave." the figure replies.

"yes leader" the man-itachi- answers as he leaves.

"so," I ask, "are you going to have me killed?"