Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

It was cold. So very cold. What does this mean? Am I dead? No, I can't be... this is too warm. It's red? Blood. Is all of it mine? I can't tell, the dark is snickering at me. It's laughing, it's pointing. My fingers coil around something, it's smooth like wood, but soft like feathers. It's crying, wailing. My eye's focus on the creature in my arms. It's wrapped up in a warm pelt, a cat? It continues to cry. Why? I don't understand, I don't like loud noises, they know that. I look down finally. It was small, so small. I could just crush it. Surprisingly enough, people began to clap. Why are they clapping? They're too loud! I fling the screaming child away. Too loud! Too loud! They shut up and caught the child before running out. They all stopped. Stopped... Good.

They began to mutter between themselves. That's rude. So very rude. What were they doing that for? A secret? Rude. So very rude. A man with a mask on began to walk towards me. Who was he and why was he wearing a mask? Rude. So very rude. He was saying something, but to me it was just a low buzz. A hum. He was crying. Why was he crying? I went to touch his hair, but my arms were buckled to the bed. Bed? Why was I tied down? I began to struggle. A struggle that had no victory. Victory. Winning. Losing. A needle was quickly thrust into my arm. It stung, it hurt. Why? A low buzzing of words tried to get through my drifting mind, where fishes swam in noodle juice. Into an empty void. An abyss.

Time. Why did it exist? Eons of Time. So rude. So very rude. They made time, but made sure that we could truly never be on time or be late, it was just a concept. Above me as my eye's fluttered open. Not in a way were it was elegant, but in a way where one opened and the other lagged behind. I groaned as I began to struggle. Why couldn't I leave? I'm fine. I'm healthy. And I'm also hungry. My stomach grumbles with me as I begin to call out. I had been calling for 10 minutes. Why aren't they coming? Rude, so very rude. I look at the wall. Numbers upon numbers. Was there any patterns? Yes. Alprazolam every second day, aspirin every day. At 1200 lunch, 1600 snack, 1930 dinner, except on Sundays, when we would have desert and at 0630 breakfast, then 0900 snack. That must mean that there was a clock. Searching for the device, I began to notice the lack of colours.

0936. 2 hours and 24 minutes to go. So I will wait. When I began to realize that I was asleep again, I forced myself to awaken. If I don't, I think I might die. My eye's strained to open. When I did, I was surprised to see the silver haired masked man from earlier talking to me. I watch him as he rubs his eye. Was he crying again? I watched as he continued this for another 7 minutes.

"Who are you?" I ask, the words coming off my tongue were dry.

"You're awake?" he asks hopeful.

"I'm also hungry" I say noticing the sandwich at the end of my bed.

"Oh, here" he says unwrapping it and holding it towards my mouth.

I bit into it. It was... tolerable. I continued to eat as he produced a cup of water. I still didn't know who he was.

"I'm so glad you are awake! I'll have to get G** to visit-" he rambles as I frown, growing upset.

"Who are you?" I ask again my voice wavering.

"You don't know who I am...?" he asks as his face drops.

"What do you think I've been saying?! Baka! Rude! SO VERY RUDE" I screech as he stumbles back and guards rush in, the needle came into sight "Get that away from me!"

"Just stay still sweetie, Kakashi make sure she doesn't knock anything over" a nurse says as I kick and struggle.

"Noooo! Help me! GET AWAY" I scream wildly, my mind began process what she was trying to do.

I continued to act wild, waiting for her to advance, she bent down to angle the needle. I lunge at her, head butting her to ground before ripping through the leather restraints I had been working on the whole day. I decided to simply run, glass stabbed into foot as I formed a limp. But no way was I staying here. Freedom will be mine. It is where I thrive, or so I like to think. I began to notice that this Kakashi character was having trouble keeping up with me, we were going rather fast. I flew out of this cage. I could hear someone throwing orders around. Too loud. Too loud. Out there would be quiet. Smooth. Calm. I raced past many people, it was like running on soft grass with a strong breeze in face, it was the feeling of freedom.

The deeper I got, the more I slowed. The breeze gave me pleasant shivers, the birds sang softly and the river gushed quietly, it's water carrying food for plants, that I could eat, survive on. I swam through the river, to the grassy meadow. Climbing up the riverbank, I climb into the grassy blankets and watch the clouds. So peaceful. I fall back, my senses calming.

Who was Kakashi anyway?