Malikai Arakawa descended down a dark and quiet hallway following a man who was to take him to the room where he would stay. His gold eyes surveyed the halls and empty rooms. The smell of blood was all over this hell of a place, and yet it did not make him turn around and run. He kept close to the man in front of him. For the fear that if he were to stray too far that something in that black pit might grab him. Screams agony echoed through the halls that made him flinch.

"Oh don't worry, those are just the prisoners. You'll get used to it." his guide said.

Malikai nodded, I don't care how long I stay here, I'll never get used to that. He thought to himself. He could only imagine what kind of torture those people were going through.

How'd I get here? I never thought I'd stoop this low. Flashes of his past flew into his head, he saw his little sister Michiko, and his mom, and his dad. Then came flashes of the worst day of his life. The day his whole world shattered, the day his mom died suddenly of a sickness, and when his dad started to drink.

The smell of alcohol came to him and it disgusted him; he never wished to smell it again. Malikai glanced to his left into someone's room where he saw open bottles of alcohol and three men, one slumped over a chair, intoxicated, the other two were obviously drunk, swaying and talking with a slur.

Malikai glowered at them, it made him sick looking at them. He turned his head and walked past, following his guide. Thoughts of his father entered him, how he and his sister were left all alone at night at times because his dad was out getting a drink. He thought of the last time he saw his dad, and how his sister never held any grudge like he did. Anger for his father welled up inside him. He clichéd his teeth, every time he thought about his dad, he felt bitter.

To divert his mind form the subject, he spoke up. "Hey, we've been walking for awhile, shouldn't we be to my room by now?" the irritated Malikai scoffed.

"Don't worry newbie," his shower said. "We're almost there."

Malikai sighed, normally he wasn't this impatient, but those sinister halls made him want to run. Pulling apart his crossed arms, he put them to side. Malikai put his right hand and into his pocket and felt for his gun. Not quite 2 hours ago he had killed someone with it, the first person he had ever killed. The look on the persons face as he shot him and the blood, blood that covered his brown skin, even thinking about it made him shiver. His higher-up said he would start to lose that feeling the more he killed. He hated killing, but it was the only way. Malikai had to do it for her. He owed her that much.

Suddenly his guide came to a stop; Malikai pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at the man.

"This is your room." The man said while turning and walking away. "Sweet dreams, newbie."

Malikai stood there looking into his new room, then strode in. The room wasn't very big, about 7 feet wide and not one window. Although he didn't expect much, considering the man behind the place was Orochimaru. He noticed a bed then exhaled and sat at the foot of the mattress. When he sat down felt a lump underneath him. He leaped up and drew his gun, ready for a fight. While holding his gun tightly in his hands, he reached for the light switch. When he turned on the lights, he saw a boy about 14, his age, lying on the bed, fast asleep.

Malikai was puzzled. Who was he? Why was he there? Malikai had no patience to sit there and wait for him to wake up. He moved closer towards the strange boy. The boy was wearing a coat just like his, but the color was different, gray blue. The boy's hair was a Safire color and short. Malikai held his gun and tried to wake the sleeping boy.

"Hey, dude wake up!" Malikai shouted. The boy moved a little, and replied. "Mm, Dad, give me 5 more minutes."

Malikai looked at him and nudged him with his gun. "Hey I'm not your dad! So wake up!" Malikai shouted again. Suddenly, the boy sat up and pulled out gun.

"Who are you?" the cloaked boy said.