Running, running, always running.

Why do you have to run?

Madara. It's always been Madara. He chases me, he finds me, he catches me, punishes me...

Where are you running to?

I don't know! Here, there, nowhere, everywhere... where ever he's not.

Why don't you fight?

Fighting is out of the question. He'd kill me sooner than let me leave alive. That's why I drugged him. Had to get away, had to run, had to stay alive...

Why is he chasing you?

"Don't act like you don't know!" I shouted at the air, stopping mid-sprint. The Voice seemed to smile in amusement, but of course I don't know, it's just a Voice. I shook and shook, the air around me seeming to shimmer and pulse with the energy my chakra was putting out. He would be able to follow me easily, I knew it. So why wasn't he here already?

Why is he chasing you?

The Voice was always patient with me, always continuous in its questions. It- it was an it after all, neither male or female (asexual?) - kept up with my rapid thoughts. After all, it is me, after all. Or is it me? If it's me, that means I'm insane. I don't think I'm insane. I'm still intelligent, still cunning. Do insane people have the capability of intelligence?

Well, they say when you're crazy you don't know you're crazy and when you know you are, it's called ... it's called... oh, damnit, what the hell was it called?

I don't think I'm crazy, so does that make me crazy? I don't think so...

Why is he chasing you?

Shut up, just shut up, don't make me say it, don't make me say it...

Why is he chasing you?

I fell to my knees, feeling the moist dirt scrape against my shins as I slid. The pain was refreshing. It assured me I was still alive, still breathing. It assured me that...

That he hadn't ended my life yet.

...Why is he chasing you?

I gave up. I had no strength left to fight off the one thing that would never leave me...

Myself.

"Because he loves me..."

Pause.

"And I love him."