Heloo peoples!! It's me again(well da.) I know, I shouldn't be working on a different story right now since I just started the other one. But I couldn't help it. I just had this idea you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto.

Forgive Me God For I Have Sin

By: J-demon 321

Plop. Plop. Plop. I looked up at the gray sky above me as the first drops of a shower fell onto the earth. 'The sky is crying, weeping for the sinners inside this building,' I thought. The droplets felt cool on my face. I was getting awfully nervous walking up the cold concrete stairs that lead up to my destination.

Konoha's Prison was a four story brick building located in the middle of the forest. Surrounding the whole premeter of the area was a huge iron fence. About five times tall as me, it had sharp pointy tips on the top. I quickly walked farther away from it.

The building itself was very sad. The bricks were fading in color, giving the building an image of ancientness and forbiddance. It also had no windows and no signs whatsoever. Several guards were surrounding the premises while two stood next to the entrance of the prison. Lastly the watch tower stood firm and tall right in the middle of the area. Overall, the whole place gave her goose bumps even though she was wearing the winter uniform, complete with the knit sweater.

Standing before the two men guarding the entrance, she struggled to get her vocal cords working again.

"Ummm….I'm…I'm Sister Hinata. I came on behalf of our church, the…the Holy Mother sent me. I…I ha..have a letter."

Desperately trying to keep her voice calm and stop the slight shiver in her body, she took out a white envelope and handed it to the guard on her right. To her, he looked less frightening.(He had blond hair while the other had black. The blond felt so much brighter than the other...)

"……"

"……"

"…… you're cleared."

"Haa...," a sigh of relief. She didn't even realize she was holding it in. The two guards pushed a button to their left simultaneously. The steel doors that looked as if they would never budge, suddenly slid opened in front of her with a loud creak.

"Walk down the hallway until you see a black door. The warden is inside waiting for you."

Not trusting her voice, she just gave a soft nod in appreciation for his help. With another deep breath working as a confidence booster, she went in.

The inside was three times worse than the outside. Since there were no windows, everything was pitch black. The hanging light bulbs as her only source of light.

Thuuuudddddd. Thuuuuddddd. Her footsteps echoed beneath her feet, bouncing off the walls and ringing loudly in her ears. It was truly the most frightening three minutes of her entire life. She was so happy to finally reach the black door the guard outside had mentioned, she almost slid down to the floor. However, after taking another deep breath, she knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Excuse me."

The room, like everything else in this building was gloomy but, brighter in an odd, twisted kind of way. Numerous paintings cluttered the office room while a looming bookcase stood in the back. Papers scattered all over the floor. Looking closely, however, she realized that the pictures were all paintings of some body part. Yes, very brightening.

In the middle was a huge desk with several piles of paper stacked dangerously to the side and sitting on the big black chair, was the warden.

'A woman?' It was shocking to say the least. Not only was it a female sitting down in the chair but, it was a big breasted, blond, beautiful female sitting on the chair.

"Sister Hinata I presume?"

"Ye…yes! I came on behalf of our church, on Hol…"

"Yes, I am aware of that. I received a letter in advance, telling me you were coming."

"……"

"I'll get right to the point then. You are here today to talk to the many scoundrels living in this hell hole. You are free to speak to anyone here but, there are a few rules…no laws that you must follow. One, you must only speak to no more than three people a day. Two, you will have absolutely no physical contact of any sort with the prisoners. Finally three, always keep in mind that inside those cells are human trash. They are mere scum in the earth, smudges that have to be erased. Understand, sister?"

"…………Yes…………"

"Excellent. Now, please sit here while I get the prisoners ready. A guard will come get you when everything is prepared. There is coffee and tea to your left. Hot water is to your right. Do you have any further questions?"

"Ummm… if it isn't too much trouble, could you please tell me your name? I….I mean we will be seeing each other often now…an….and I just thought that….."

I could feel her eyes staring holes onto my head. Why did I have to ask her such an irreverent question? Is she offended? What if she sees me too noisy to do this job? Will she send me back? Oh no, she can't possibly do that. If I go back…if I go back, what shoul…

"Tsunade."

"?"

"My name is Tsunade, sister."

And with that, she walked swiftly out her door, leaving me in this messy room alone. For two minutes, all I could do was stare quietly at the door that Ms. Tsunade walked out of. In that silent room with various paintings of body parts and the numerous piles of paper on the desk, some scattered, I could only think;

Exactly what have I gotten myself into?

Yes, it was a bit dark wasn't it? I wanted to try different kinds of genres so I thought I'd give it a try. So, how was it? Plz read and review!!