After the boy woke up, he realized that he was no longer on his perch. He lies there in wonder of what might have happened while he was sleeping, because he was sure that he did not sleep-walk over here. The humans seemed to be gone.

This left him shrouded in the calm but ominous silence of the room that greeted him with only darkness. He guessed that he was on a bed, but that was wishful thinking. The humans, if they had moved him, would not place them on one of their beds. Curious, he felt what he had been sleeping on. It seemed to be a sort of fabric. There wasn't enough light for him to see.

He silently wondered where the humans were. He felt safer with them here instead of with them away. He could not escape because he did not know the tunnels as they did. He should have used one of them to lead him to an exit while he had the chance. He had no way of knowing when the humans would come back, if they did at all.

His stomach grumbled nosily, making him flinch at the sudden noise. And to top it all off….he was hungry.

After waiting in the darkness and hearing his stomach's angry growls he decided to take a risk and start moving. He stepped lightly and slowly, his head looking slowly from side to side to try and see at least an outline of anything. It seemed the room wasn't as big as he thought, because soon his face pressed against the other wall. He felt around frantically for a door, but in vain.

Yet another problem…He had no way of knowing if this was a room at all. This could be a hole they dumped him in for revenge of what he had done to them. He wished with slight hope that someone would show him the way out.

Someone answered his prayer….in a different and less desired way than he would have wanted.

His head was rained upon by a liquid and several objects that had a nice smell. He assumed food. The liquid however smelled sour and of urine. He glared angrily at the ceiling above.

A loud laugh erupted from above him and he felt blind rage fill up inside of him. Humans…'He thought with disgust 'all of them will pay for this…' He saw the bright light above him and felt a pang of fear fill up inside of him. They had put him in a hole and gave him food. They weren't planning on letting him out…

He clenched his fists and decided not to become a victim, he reached up beside him and grabbed the wall. His claws dug hard into the wall and he climbed up. The more he climbed, the more he realized that the opening was higher than he thought. Higher and higher he climbed, fear and desperation gripped him. Then, his arms suddenly fell limp. He fell and landed on his feet, dull stinging erupted front his heels. He stared up at the opening and laid back down, he would figure how to get out once the pain stopped.

"Did you see that?" Kiba whispered his voice almost hiding his admiration. "He was climbing that wall…he almost made it…" He stared down into the hole again, unable to see the boy but knowing he was there.

"You're an idiot Kiba. You are getting him on our bad side, how is he going to help us when he wants to kill us." Neji scowled angrily, turning and walking away from the tattooed boy. His hair was stiff with mud from the early work of the day and he desperately wanted to wash.

"We are already on his bad side Neji. I'm just having fun." Kiba called after him, walking down another tunnel in a huff, his earlier satisfaction forgotten.

Neji kept walking, ignoring Kiba's explanation and turned down another hall. He stopped at the shadows and smiled softly. His smiled soon faded into a smirk as he started to speak.

"The Soul is trying to get out." Neji stated and said nothing more, he was greeted with silence.

"What is that supposed to scare me?" The shadows scoffed, and continued. "The other parasites tried as well and they failed."

This is where Neji stopped the shadows. "Unfortunately, you are incorrect this time."

"He got out?" The voice held a certain surprise and wonder as it shifted.

"No." Neji gave a soft breath and picked some of the dirt out of his hair. "He almost did though; his arms were still a bit weak and could not carry him anymore."

A man stepped out of the shadows, his onyx eyes staring at Neji in an intimidating manner. His black hair was styled in the back. He wore a leather jacket over his white T-shirt and ripped jeans. They seemed to be ripped for a different reason from the others because if you looked close enough you could see splotches of blood.

"Sasuke, if he escapes will you be ready to apprehend him?" The question was left in the air as a silence fell between them.

"Neji…" Chuckled Sasuke as an evil but excited glint caught his eye. The thought of fighting again made him feel exhilarated. "I thought you had more faith in me than that." His chuckles and the demonic glint that came from his dark eyes made Neji back away subtly. His chuckles faded and he gained composure as he looked at his friend. "Of course… I will hope he resists so that I may be used."

Neji nods and quickly walks down the tunnel and into the darkness. As he steps farther away from his meeting place with Sasuke, he does not feel better because he is surrounded by the dark where Sasuke lies in wait, watching silently.

Day 2

They haven't fed me yet...I'm so hungry. I tried climbing the wall again but I slipped and fell. I landed on a sharp rock and pierced my arm...My climbing will be effected even more because of this…I have to be more careful.

Day 2 and a half

Neji, Kiba and another came to visit me later. They were careful not to say his name although Kiba slipped a few times and said the first parts of it. They gave me bread and talked amongst themselves about me, the food supply and the parasites which I assumed were my kin. I listened to them eagerly. It was nice to hear a voice after being alone in the dark.

Day 6

I learned today that I am in the supply storage. They put me in here because of "Sa's" recommendation that this would, straighten me out. Please, this only made me madder at the humans. All of them! This impossible species. Today the food was different. It was chewy and salty. They called it meat. They never said what kind. This makes me wonder but food is food and I am too hungry to argue.

Day 20

I can't climb anymore…I can't. Every day it seems to get higher and higher and my strength depletes. I am so tired.

Day 25

The food I ate was good today but I could no longer hear their words. They did not talk anymore .I could hear their breaths and murmurs but they kept silent while by me. They would murmur things like 'are you sure this is the right thing?' The question was never answered though.

Day 40

I begged them to let me out. I was in tears. I couldn't stand it anymore. I did not know if they were even there but I cried and cried. I hated the human emotions so much. I wanted so much to be a Soul again without the bother of these evil humans. They did not answer me but I knew someone was there.

Day 40 again

They talked today. They were angry. They were arguing about how wrong this was. Keeping me in this hole they mean. They would argue and scream and yell but the other they yelled at would not listen. Suddenly they were silent again. All at once. Fear choked me as I felt as though I would never hear their voice again. I needed to know someone was there. I cried softly and my soft cries evolved into loud sobs as I begged them to speak again and not leave. I needed them. I did. I hated them for weakening me. For putting me in this condition. I don't know if I can fight them if I get out, my anger…I am starting to see it as fear.

Today marked, Day 42 of the boy being in the supply hold. The boy inside had completely given up. He didn't cry as loudly as he did before. If he made any sound at all it was by accident, most of the time he slept. Occasionally, he would take a few bites out of the food they gave him. The silence that filled the hold was disturbing to the members of the human group.

As they guilt from doing this to him grew, the Soul's condition spread from room to room, person to person until finally everyone knew about the boy…and felt bad about it.

For many days, the subject of conversations was the boy. Every day they would talk about him. They would ask questions about him and visit him. Some, when no one was looking would talk and speak to him, encourage him to climb up to them but they got no response.

Sasuke, however, still watched from the shadows and wasn't pleased with what was happening to the others. Neji tried to convince him to let the boy out for just a few days numerous times but Sasuke voiced that this was what the alien deserved for invading his planet. Neji then said that it wasn't fair to blame this Soul for the actions of the rest of his species. There wasn't a response after that because Sasuke had already gone.

Sasuke did not visit the boy after that. He did not meet with Neji. He did not speak with anyone.

Sasuke approached the hole slowly; he was hesitant but peeked into the hole. The light did not show much, only the boy's bare feet.

He reached behind him and pulled a flashlight out of his belt. He flicked it on slowly and shone its light into the hole. He shone it slightly above the boy's feet, on his ankle and then made the light travel up.

As it reached his face, the boy flinched and shook his head, moving back into the dark he was so familiar with.

Sasuke immediately found the boy again and flashed the light in his face. He made an angry grunt and moved back into the dark but in vain as the light followed him. The boy then leapt onto the wall.

Because of the way Sasuke was angled, the flashlight could not be shown on the boys face this way.

He thought of turning the light off when an idea came to him.

He moved around the hole and moved the light towards the wall. He made it move slowly and made it go around in circles then backtrack as if the light was alive and searching. The boy climbed a bit higher as the light reached the base of the wall. The light crept slowly upwards, almost touching the boys' foot. This made the boy climb frantically up the wall, the light trailing after him as he tried going different directions. He then saw an exit, and climbed through it, leaving the trailing enemy behind.

He felt blinded for a moment as everything went white. He covered his eyes as he stood up. He opened his eyes and looked around him.

There was no one around but him. 'That was strange…' The boy thought. 'I was sure someone was here when I climbed up.'

He stared at the hole for a moment more before walking down the hallway in front of him.

* * *

Sasuke sighed as he went down a different path the boy took; he turned and navigated around the dark halls. As he did, he heard a familiar voice.

"Kiba." He acknowledged in monotone, his eyes examining him curiously. Kiba was covered in dirt and several leaves. It was obvious he had been previously working with the plants. He dismissed this fact and spoke again. "Have you checked on the Soul yet?"

Kiba looked up from his hands and glared softly at Sasuke. "You don't seem to care very much about what you did to it." Sasuke rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm serious, Sasuke! I don't like it either but…what you did to it was too much."

Sasuke shuffled and leaned on the wall. "I did nothing. All I did was leave him in the dark."

Kiba muttered something but it was too soft to hear. "Not everyone is like you Sasuke, not everyone likes the dark."

Sasuke dismissed his comment and smirked mischievously which was rare for him. "I think you should check on him."

Kiba narrowed his eyes. "What did you do to it now…"

Sasuke smirk never fell as he walked into the shadows and out of sight. "You should check on him." He called out before there was silence again.

Kiba glared at the shadows before turning and walking through the halls and to the supply hold. He saw the flashlight next to the hole but did not think anything of it. He looked into the hole and saw nothing. He used the flashlight. Nothing. His eyes widened before he thought of Sasuke.

'Sasuke let him go…?' Kiba thought, confusion filling him. He felt the flashlight's plastic cover idly as he smiled softly, he would thank him later. His brown eyes stared up at the halls in front of him. His smile fell. 'Of course he would leave the job half-way done.' Kiba grunted angrily before he went down one of the halls. The boy did not know how to get through them.

This was probably a bad idea, leaving the boy in the lunch hall. Everyone felt terrible about what had happened to him, but it didn't get rid of the sour feelings that came with having him here. The bad thing about it was that once the guilty feeling that everyone felt went away…what would happen to the others. They would probably revert back to their hate-filled selves.

"Hey, kid." Kiba muttered uncomfortably, squirming in his seat miserably. "Do...Do you want something to eat?" Kiba smiled weakly at the child but the boy didn't even look up. Kiba gave a soft sigh. He squirmed again before trying something else.

"Do you want to play a game?" once again no response.

Kiba ruffled his hair in frustration before silently questioning why he was trying to help a Soul anyway. He glared half-heartedly at the blond across the table from him and gave up trying to revive his hatred. He stood up, walked over to the table across from him. He grabbed a plastic container before coming back to the table where the boy sat. He slammed it in front of the boy angrily making the boy flinch and look up.

"You. Eat. Now." Kiba growled, some of his sanity slipping away.

The boy stared at him for a moment before quietly opening the container and looking at what was inside. There was star shaped food with swirly red lines inside. He looked questioningly at Kiba.

"They're good." Kiba promised. "Eat them."

The boy picked up one of them with his fingers and stuck it into his mouth chewing on it eagerly. He swallowed and picked up two of them stuffing them into his mouth and chewing before picking up more. He continued this for a few more seconds before Kiba finally stopped him.

"Hey! Swallow!" Kiba warned. "If you choke, it's your own fault!"

The boy swallowed with some difficulty before chewing again.

"Geez…Never knew anyone who liked narutos so much." Kiba thought, watching the boy fill his checks with as much of them as he could.

"How about we call you that from now on…Naruto." Kiba said thoughtlessly.

The boy looked up from his eating. He blinked in confusion before nodding and stuffing his face once more.

Kiba smiled softly and walked out of the lunch hall to let Naruto have his privacy.

He walked into a particular dark hallway and was greeted by that familiar dark voice. "Once you name a pet, it gets harder to give them away." Sasuke mused teasingly, staying in the shadows mostly for his protection.

"You are the one who let the pet out of its cage." Kiba argued back, using the same vocabulary as Sasuke.

"I did so because I was losing control," Sasuke admitted, he paused before talking again. "I need you all on my side if we are to get this right." Sasuke walked slowly into the light, letting his face become exposed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kiba grumbled out, his slight fear of Sasuke showing.

"The Parasite will not tell us anything unless it trusts us." Sasuke explained. "Once we gain its trust we will get out answers."

"His name is Naruto now, Sasuke." Kiba defended weakly his glare not very affective because he looked away as soon as he and Sasuke locked eyes.

"His name isn't of importance. Kiba…" Sasuke trailed off, his voice suddenly losing its cold sound and replacing itself with a sympathetic feel. "I can see you are starting to like him Kiba. You have to stay away from it."

"I can't Sasuke. I'm the only one who's talked to it in forever." Kiba said sadly, remembering how lifeless the Soul was before he gave it food.

"Kiba…you must understand. This is an alien, Kiba." Kiba's eyes downcast. "He may look like one of us now, but it is a parasite like the rest of its kin."

Kiba was silent.

"Kiba, these creatures are taking over our loved ones…our friends…our family." Sasuke gave a sad sigh. "What about your mother Kiba? She was taken by them and now she is gone forever." Sasuke placed a comforting hand on Kiba's shoulder. "Why are you siding with her murderers instead of me?"

Kiba shook Sasuke's hand off and stepped back away from the shadows. Sasuke would never step too far away from them.

"Fine." Sasuke's cold demeanor returned in full force. "Kiba, all I am saying is, don't get too attached to the thing. Once I have what I want from it, it's as good as dead. Along with the rest of its miserable family."

Kiba could feel Sasuke's glare on his head as he turned around and started walking away.

"Return to the Parasite Kiba…Enjoy it, because sooner than you think it'll be gone…"