Turned upside down.

Key

/. Talk /. Jap talk

Talk English

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Chapter 1.0

He lay on the floor, face pressed into the hot, unforgiving earth as the sun blazed down on his young body – heat so intense that he had never experienced anything like it in his entire fourteen years of life. Groaning, he tried to wipe the sweat from the back of his neck, his mind panicked when he found himself unable to move. His whole body was immobile, yet he could still feel anything that touched him. Trying to calm himself down he concentrated on the things that he could feel; a gnat began to explore the back of his head. After a few minutes of feeling it repeating the same pattern, he became severely, and ultimately, pissed.

Footsteps approached him, he managed to think about his situation: face down; can't move; surrounded by strangers in a place completely unrecognisable.

One of them talked in a language he faintly recognized.

Oh crap, what was fucked in Japanese again?

Hands wrapped around his torso and he was hauled over a shoulder, his limbs hanging loosely at the sides. The gnat flew off; he saw it out of the corner of his eye.

This isn't over yet boy.

Another thought rushed through his groggy mind, an image of a person, someone he knew, someone close.

Sarah!

He forced his head to move, ignoring the incredible pain it caused his neck, ignoring the cracking sound. She wasn't anywhere close.

How's that possible?! She was with me when… when…. GAH! I can't remember when!

His head slumped once again.

Damn it! Where can she be?

A grunt came from his left. He moved his eyes, his neck unable to take much more punishment. He saw a flash of a black mini skirt as Sarah was carried past.

Ah, there she is. She's awake to, thank god.

He felt he knew her as more than just a friend… girlfriend? Something told him no, not girlfriend… sister? Yes! Sister, but the same part that told him she wasn't his girlfriend said there was a complication here… complication, hmmm, half? No no, not half… adopted! Yes! Adopted, she was his adopted sister. But where were the parents then? Images flashed once again through his mind, a kind but stern man and a pretty and caring woman, oriental, and the man was English bred through and through. He saw himself talking and playing with them, play fighting with the man, and messing up the womens hair. Were those their parents? He thought so. He remembered something else, something important but no matter how much he concentrated on it, it eluded him.

The wind sailed past him, ruffling his dark brown, long on top but short back and sides, hair. Something pulled against his neck, not painfully, but just a light tug. It began to slowly rise in volume, the pressure building up. He released the contents of his stomach over whatever was carrying him. A few constructive insults followed the purging.

Japanese! My mother is Japanese!

The slight tugging still played at his neck, but it wasn't the sickly kind. Later, he thought, right now I need to know what's going on. He forced his eyes to concentrate on the then and now. He moved them from left to right, up and down, trying to take in what was happening. How long was he there for? Couldn't have been more than half an hour, tops. How did he get there? He didn't know, his mind was still in a confused state, grey patches flowing around his brain. He noticed the ground flashing past them.

What the hell, we flying?

Sid looked left, saw no walls, and then looked down once again. He had to fight to keep his eyes open, the land of slumber looking all to promising right now. Eyelids began to slowly close his vision, making it a narrow slit. But during this time, he finally fount out how they were travelling. If he had control, he would have laughed.

Running, were running. Man what a mess.

Chapter 1.2

Lights flashed above him, bright white lights, why were they flashing? He quickly realised it was his eyes coming in and out of focus. He let out a groan.

Where am I now?

One of the people surrounding him noticed his open eyes and leaned in close.

"/. You alright?! Can you hear me/." he asked, rather loudly in both ears.

How rude.

He tried to reply, but his mouth wouldn't obey him. Hell he didn't even know what to say if it did obey him. Maybe something along the lines of "Yeah, just peachy mate, in a weird country, with no idea how I got here, no clue where I am now, and, most importantly, I cant feel my penis… just fine" Maybe not the most tactful of things to say, but, right now, he was to confused to care.

The stretcher he was on pushed open a white double door. The clang of metal on wood rang in his ears, making him cringe feebly.

Stupid really, I can think perfectly well, but my body doesn't seem to like me anymore… maybe this is what Michael Jackson feels like? (A/N bad I know, but it made me chuckle)

He went through another set of doors, and the stretcher stopped in a white by white room, with multiple instruments assorted on trays and shelves around the room. A drip was forced into his arm, the steel drip stand rolled into place. The needle going in made him groan in pain.

"/. He can still feel things. /." Someone said a male.

"/. 25ml's of anaesthetic, now/." Another voice said a female.

Another needle was forced into his arm, and once it was pulled out, the effects of the drug were almost instantaneous. He saw a faint green glow before the darkness once again came over him.

Chapter 1.4

"Sid!" a voice called.

Don't wanna wake up, leave me alone!

"Sid!" the same voice called again.

No!

"Sid!"

I'm gonna hit whoever that is. His eyes opened slowly. He quickly closed them again when the bright flash from the overhead light burnt his retinas.

"'Bout time!" said an aggravated voice beside him. One he recognized all to well. He gingerly opened his eyes and slowly looked to the left of his bed. His dark blue eyes met stunning green.

"Love m' really" he ground out, his throat feeling like he swallowed sand paper laced with barbed wire. Sarah seemed to notice his discomfort, for she held out a glass of water just in front of his lips and titled it back. He took a hungry swig, causing him to cough violently. The glass was quickly called away. "Good stuff" he spluttered. He managed to stop his coughing, laying his head back into the pillow, took a deep breath and slowly released it.

"You aren't hurt are you?" he asked Sarah. She gave off a chocked laugh.

"I should be asking you that" her voice had an underlying tone of sadness.

Sid closed his eyes "I'm ok"

"Forever valiant"

"… Nope, just cheerful" a small smile graced his lips "and anyway, its natural instinct" Arms were thrown around his waist, a head buried into his chest.

"Don't scare me like that again you idiot!" she sobbed into his muscled chest. He kissed her head and wrapped his arms weakly around her.

"I'll be sure not to" he said carefully, her sobs slowly etching away.

They stayed like that for quite a while, just happy to be close to one another. The carefree moment was broken when a knock came rather abruptly on the door.

"/. Come in /." He said. Sarah looked at him confused for a moment wondering why he was speaking his second language. A typical nurse came in, the white top tucked into a white skirt with white tights and shoes and a little hat perched on top of her head. She bowed quickly, clutching the clipboard to her chest.

"/. Afternoon… /." She left the sentence lingering. Sid smiled and filled in the gap.

"/. Sid, Sid maverick, and this /." He nodded his head toward Sarah "/. Is my sister, Sarah maverick /." The Nurse stood up and smiled politely at him.

"/. How are you feeling Sid-san/." His eyebrows furrowed.

"/. Sid-san/." He asked. The nurse giggled a little.

"/. It's an honorific, something we place after names to show politeness or familiarity /." Sid smiled.

"/. What's the one for familiarity then/."

"/. Kun /." The nurse answered.

"/. Then call me Sid-kun nurse-san /." Sid beamed at her, his award winning smile making the young nurse blush a little. Sid wasn't an unhandsome boy, in fact far from it; he was one of the most handsome boys at his school, his half Japanese half English accent and looks adding to that charm. His muscled body was due to ten years of intense Sai (A/N pronounced say) do (A/N pronounced Doh) Kai (A/N pronounced Kai) Karate training. It wasn't over done muscle, enough to give the definition and strength, not enough to affect his joints and stunt growth. Right now though, the only thing keeping that toned body from the rest of the world was a thin piece of green cloth in the shape of a hospital gown.

"/. Sid-kun it is then /." She smiled once again, the blush gone from her cheeks "/. How are you Sid-kun/."

Sid grimaced a little "/. I've been better, my body's still a little weak, and my head feels like it's been cracked open, but not to bad considering /."

Sarah raised her eyebrows "Damn right it's not to bad! Your kidneys lungs and liver were damn near not working!" Sid's eye widened as he turned to face Sarah.

"Well, nice to know the, whatever it was didn't change you"

"Oh shut up!" The nurse watched this exchange with a growing sense of unease. She dared not interrupt; she wouldn't have if she didn't need to give him the antibiotics.

"/. Umm, a-ano, Sid-kun you need your medicine /." She didn't know what they were arguing about, but if it got any further, it could very well escalate into something, unfavourable. Sid looked at the nurse and blinked.

"/. Why do I need medicine? I wasn't infected by anything /." The nurse's face soured "/. Was I/."

"/. A… abnormality entered your system. From what tests we took, it doesn't seem to be a harmful virus, in fact it seems to be doing nothing at all, but this medicine is just in case anything happens /." He took the offered medicine

"/. Thank-you, nurse-san /." He smiled once again "/. Do you have any idea when we will be out of here/." A finger went to her lip as she thought about it.

"/. Mou, maybe about a day, maybe even tonight. /."

Chapter 1.6

Sid followed the "anbu" members, as they called themselves, through the double doors to the hospital. An elite special ops team that dealt with mostly every high class missions, he also fount out the name of the city he was staying in, Konoha.

No where in England then, but we'll worry about that later.

He studied them; there form fitting black leather armour, the same black cloaks that covered the leather armour. And the masks. Oh the masks. A green vulture, the one introduced as night-hunter, and a purple tiger, the one introduced as night-seeker. Both radiated power, both radiated authority, but, more importantly than the others, they both radiated control.

The ability to use power is a brilliant thing.

But the want to use it could destroy nations.

The ability to have restraint is the ability builds towns.

No restraints, means destruction.

Something Sid remembered, he couldn't remember from where though. Again the grey spots clouded most of his memories. He'll ask Sarah later. He glanced backwards towards her. Her long sleeved, dark blue, top that ended just before her belly button fitted her form nicely, along with a rose design that went over her well developed chest. A black skirt that frilled outwards ended halfway down her thighs, with the rest of her thin legs covered by thigh length, black, socks. Converses, half tied up, went over her small feet. A total height of five foot five, she was quite a small person, especially for a fifteen year old, but a person you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of. Her Iron Tai Chi style of fighting was a force to be reckoned with, capable of disrupting the nervous system and easily breaking bones. Her black hair was cut short at the back, while a fringe went over her left eye with the dyed red tips. (Think of Hinata's hair, but a fringe instead of those handlebar things she has) She wasn't a stunner, she wasn't gorgeous, she was… cute. Of course tell her that and you'll visit the seven levels of hell.

A thought crossed his mind.

"/. What made you choose a vulture anbu-san/." Said Anbu looked behind him to the questioning face of Sid.

"/. I didn't, the mask chooses you. /." Sid's eyebrows furrowed

"/. What do you mean/." He asked.

"/. Well, every animal has a certain job, a vulture and any other bird is a hunter, a tiger, or any of the cat family, is a hunter and or stalker. /."

"/. So its like levels of skill, say for instance if you were a sparrow-/." He didn't need to see the Anbu's face to know he twitched "-/. You'd be under, say, a hawk/."

"/. Something like that /." Concluded the vulture Anbu, facing forward once again, the easy walking pace taking them through the crowded streets of Konoha. People turned to stare at them, it wasn't very often two English people were escorted by Anbu towards, wherever they were going.

"/. How many people live here/." Asked Sarah, unashamedly starting around.

"/. Cant reveal that /." Spoke up the tiger mask wearing anbu, her voice carrying a warning towards Sarah. The tiger's voice was unmistakably female, he should have guessed from the leather armour really, but she kept the cloak wrapped around her, keeping the form fitting armour out of sight. Sid must have shown his surprise for she turned to him and asked in a cold calculated voice "/. Shocked that a woman could be a deadly killer/." Sid blinked then, suddenly realising the danger he was in, brought his hands up and shook them wildly.

"/. No! I know just how deadly women can be, I mean Sarah's betting me at the moment. It's currently 168 to 167 to her. She's mean /." Sarah sucker punched Sid on the arm.

"I AM NOT MEAN!" The anbu's took a tentative step backwards as Sid rubbed his arm, tying to get some feeling back.

Sid stuck out his tongue "Are so" he turned to the tiger Anbu "/. See what I mean/."

"/. Point proven. /."

Chapter 1.8

"/. Hokage-sama, the Anbu's are here with the renegades /." The withered eyes of an aged man looked toward his informant.

"/. Thank you, send them in /." A swift bow and the assistant leaved through a set of double doors. Sarutobi finished signing a document and leaned back into his chair. He was an old person, but by no means a weak one. He could probably hold his own against anyone in this vast village. Wearing the traditional white robe of the Hokage, minus the wide rimmed hat that laid on his rationalised desk, he was the perfect image of "ruler". Double doors opened on well oiled hinges, and a boy or man walked in, hard to judge based on his size, followed by a girl of about fifteen. The boy let off a perfect bow, the girl following shortly after as if unsure of what to do.

"/. Afternoon ruler-san /." Sid straightened himself "/. I'm Sid maverick, and this is my sister Sarah maverick /." The old man smiled kindly and gestured to the two set out seats in front of his desk. The two took the seats and sat up straight waiting for the old man to continue.

"/. It's Hokage-sama, not ruler-san /." Sid had the decency to blush "/. And how old are you Sid-kun/."

" /. I'm only fourteen, ho-ka-ge-sama /." The word rolled of his tongue slowly, testing it out.

" /. Big for your age /." He leaned forward, elbows placed on the desk. "Would you prefer me to talk in English?" if it wasn't for his Japanese accent, you could almost pass him off for and old Englishman. Sid nodded.

"I can talk fluently in both languages, so which ever is easier for you Hokage-sama." He turned his head towards Sarah, who had an air of uncertainty about her.

"I- I can speak whichever as well Hokage-sama" Sarutobi smiled, the wrinkles making his face look like a withered prune.

"English it is. So tell me you two, how did you precisely get here?"

"You will have to ask Sarah, I can only remember here" once again his kind gaze went over to Sarah. "I-I can't remember much either. I sort of remember blackness, then after that, only this place." her shy voice came out.

"Blackness?" both men were listening to her now.

"Not blackness, sort of, emptiness, its hard to explain." She said, her eyebrows together in concentration. "Sort of like a vortex, purple in colour with white light shooting across it. It was wide at one end, thin in the middle and wider at the other end." She seemed uncertain for a while "I also remember a voice." The Hokage came to attention.

"A voice?" Sarah nodded.

"Yeah, at first I thought it was Sid, but then I noticed the subtle difference, it was deeper, darker"

"What did it say?" there was a note of urgency in his voice, no matter how well he tried to cover it up, Sid picked up on it.

"I can't remember that well. I can only remember small clips." She closed her eyes, trying hard to remember, just even a little bit. "I think "This one" and "you will help" also "I will to" there was a lot more, but I can't remember it." She shrugged apologetically "Sorry" Sarutobi sighed.

"Don't worry about it" he looked at both of them, seriousness came into play. "A council meeting will be held tomorrow as to what to do with you" they both fidgeted in their seats. "Don't worry; you have me on your side." They relaxed a little, but only a little.

"Where are we staying?" you had to give him credit, his voice didn't waver, but his hand clenched his jeans so hard his knuckles were white through.

"In cells, over night, I'm sorry, but regulations and all that. If your story is fount believable, you will be allowed to stay here, if not, in the best case scenario you will be banished." Sarah gulped.

"Worse case scenario?" Sarutobi looked down.

"You will be sentenced to death"

Chapter end.