~~~~She does have multiple personalities... Just a heads up~~~~

A cloudless sky shone above me as I ran through the forest. The Anbu were steadily catching up to me, I would have to find a suitable place for me to stop and fight them. Black masks caught the edge of my vision and in a desperate attempt to get away I lunged sideways at one of them. I caught his mask and hurled him and the mask at the other Anbu on my left. Then I took off again.

Every now and then an Anbu would come within reaching distance of me and I would strike out at him sending him back to the safety of his ranks. But more and more Anbu continued to get closer and closer as my strength began to fade. They were closing in fast. I leapt from my branch just as one landed behind me. His kunai caught my calf and I slammed into the branch below and fell.

I twisted in the air trying to get my feet beneath me, when someone caught me and held me to their chest. I froze fearing the worst as I was lifted easily and he took off running.

My calf throbbed as he ran on. His steps were smooth and easily taken, as if I weighed nothing at all. I heard no voices anymore, no footsteps, not even his.

I tried to turn in his arms, but I was held fast. Then he stopped, I tensed expecting to be killed right then and there. He was holding me in such a position that my arms were useless to do anything to help me.

He still didn't move, and I began to wish that he would kill me instead of waiting, as it appeared he was.

Then I was lifted up and turned in his arms.

Sleepiness began to claw at my mind, and fearing that he had just poisoned me, I fought back with all I was worth. Black clouded my vision and even though I was no longer face-first into his cloak I couldn't see anything. Pain slammed into me and I sucked in my breath.

I was obviously fighting a losing battle. My calf throbbed in unison with my heart and the pain crept up from my leg to my thigh, where yet another wave of pain hit me and I involuntarily gasped.

The pain continued up across my stomach heading for my chest, and from there, my heart. I scream when the pain struck my chest. I could barely breathe, causing me to gasp for breath as the pain continued towards my heart.

I lost consciousness when it reached my heart, and my body collapsed, grateful for the end of the pain.

I woke to warmth surrounding me, and the pain still throbbing slightly in each beat of my heart.

Black greeted my eyes, and at first I thought I was still blacked out, but when my eyes adjusted, I saw that it was cloth. Turning my head I saw the face of my kidnapper, who it turned out was not Anbu.

His eyes were deep red and his hair an even deeper black. Hair fell across his face hiding most of his features. I groaned when I recognized him.

He was an Akatuski member. Lovely. The stories I had heard about what they did to their captives were no comfort to me.

I attempted to pull away from him but he held me still. He looked at me for a while and I was paralyzed by his eyes and the thought of what he might do to me now that I was helpless.

He shifted me higher in his arms and studied me for a minute longer. I winced when he knelt and sat me against a tree. He leaned back on his heels and watched me, as if waiting for something. When he had satisfied himself with watching me he leaned forward and pulled my legs out from the tucked position they were in.

I pulled back from him, unsure to what he really wanted, and he too stopped and waited. I leaned back against the tree and stared at him.

His eyes betrayed the fact that he was expecting me to attack him. But his face showed no emotion. Again, he reached forward and grabbed my leg and pulled it forward, never breaking eye contact with me.

I didn't pull back this time and he had my injured leg out straight in front of me. It throbbed and I tried to hide the pain.

He turned and reached into his bag that lay on the ground near him. He pulled out a flask and a dark rag. Twisting my leg to the side so he could see the wound better he opened the flask and poured some liquid on the rag.

The rag burned the wound when it touched it. I jerked my leg away and bit my lip to keep from crying out.

He studied my face carefully before gripping my leg tightly and wiping the wound clean. My eyesight went black, I leaned my head back against the tree and tried to regain my composure. (not that I had any left)

I opened my eyes to him shaking my shoulder. My leg was burning but the pain was receding rapidly. He picked the flask up and pulled my head towards him lightly. The flask was lifted to my lips and I drank.

The liquid felt good on my mouth even though it burned my throat… Alcohol… Ginseng tea with alcohol- a common necessity among ninja… It was a commonly know fact that it helped heal wounds, but it caused extreme drowsiness.

Drowsiness! He could kill me easily if I fell asleep!

I turned my head away from the flask, why was I so stupid, and always at the wrong time? I wasn't going to go down that easily…

He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at me while holding the flask in one hand.

I moaned inwardly as the sleepiness began to hit me. Damn, where was all of my experience in thinking before you act especially in situations like this?

I closed my eyes and tried desperately not to lose all of my senses and become dead to the world, literally.

However, I lost track of time, my senses numbed and I fell into a deep sleep.