First of all I would like to apologize that I wasn't able to post a new chapter. As an apology I will try to make this one longer and because I really have no idea about when I'll be able to post a new chapter.

And secondly I would like to thank you all for reading and liking my fanfic, it means a lot to me.

So on with the story.

"Who are you?"

Really it was a very simple question to answer but currently that very question instantly started to wreck a havoc inside her mind.

'Who was she? Where did she come from? What she was doing here?' The wheels inside her mind were in overdrive, desperately trying to grasp the situation, to find the answers she apparently had no idea of. Really her life sucked and she just knew she was in deep shit.

"I..." Taking a deep shaky breath she locked eyes with the old man, her face devoid of emotions, "I don't remember."

His face blank, which she just knew spelled trouble and although she would never admit out loud but it scared the lights out of her, he grit out voice cold and hard as steal, " I ask you again. What's your name?"

"I don't remember." Her voice stubborn but betraying her inner termoil a bit.

He apparently didn't believe her and his next word proved it, " I see, you'll be further questioned by the Torture and Interogation department."

Well looks like that shit had hit the fan.

As he left without a word she was grabbed and pulled on her feet roughly, not even given time to balance her self. A sickly feeling filled her as with a swirl of leave she was off the ground.

As soon as they reconnected with the ground she wrenched herself away from her captor and instantly bended down to keep the dizziness at bay. No one touched her as she regained breath, thankfully. When she was sure that she wouldn't be sick on someone's clothes, although the idea did sound tempting if she ignored the ending result, gathering all her strength and dignity she straightened, ready to bear with what was to come.

Only for her anger to skyrocketing as she was suddenly shoved into a chair, legs and hands bound. Bastards.

The fury invited a memory to her mind's surface against her wish, a memory so dark that it rattled her to the very bones; hands bound, feet chained to the wall and mouth gagged, eyes wide as she fearfully looked at the looming figure above her, the tip of a pistol touching her forehead, a cliking sound breaking the silence followed by a shot making her to flinch violently, the sound of a whisper not her own and the fear of her life, pain of her comrade's death and feeling the need to wipe that annoying, mocking smirk off the face of that vile, vile man.

Gasping she found herself back to the present.

A memory? A dream or a dream inside a dream?

Shoving away the remains of it she concentrated on the present. Refusing it's existence, she stubbornly ignored the phantom pain left in it's awake. She refused to submit, refused to show emotions only for them to jump on her like predators, tearing her from limb to limb. So she pushed it away, locked it tightly into the deepest part of her mind. She would be damned if she ever showed a weakness ever again and specially an emotional one.

The door to her cell opened and in came a man; face filled with scars meaning he was no stranger to fighting, a warrior because of the way he held himself. Shoulders stiff and body straightened, ready to act the slightest hint of danger.

She didn't know how long she stayed under his lovely care, or how many times he inflicted pain on her trying to get an answer or how many times she was so close screaming but made sure to keep them low to whimpers, for any sound louder than that was an injury to her pride.

She was questioned about her identity, where she came from, about her motives and how in the world she was able to come inside the village.

Her response to his every question was a solid : "I don't know."

Guess he didn't like that, if her broken finger and various cuts on her arms were any indication. Her response to that was to simply shut down, no emotion or even a single voice allowed to leave her.

Her unseeing eyes remained unaffected as the door opened again and stubbornly refused to see, to move or to show any indication that she was conscious.

Caloused hands gently but firmly grabbed her chin and slowly lifted her face, her unseeing eyes connected with pale blue as he dived inside her mind.

Yamanaka Inoichi studied from the one way mirror along with hokage as Morino Ibiki interrogated the new resident of Torture and Interrogation department's cell.

The girl was young but it was hard to pinpoint her age because of her frail and malnourished body. Long dark raven hair reaching her waist but needed a good wash, dim emerald eyes that he was sure once were filled with light framed with long thick eyelashes, soft features with high cheekbones that meant she had aristocracy blood and a very short height. In short after a bath she would be beautiful sight. If he wasn't already marriedand if she was near 15 or 16 years old, he would've certainly ask her out. Of course, after her innocence was proven.

He grimaced as Ibiki broke a finger yet only small whimper left her lips. She had shut down a long time ago and Ibiki had been interrogating her for three days. She had yet to say anything and that meant either that she was a very stubborn spy or that she really had amnesia.

At hokage's nod he silently entered after Ibiki had left and slowly and loudly stepped closer as to not startle her.

Grasping her chin firmly he gently raised her head and internally flinched. Really, his heart was bleeding inside at her empty look but outside there was a war going on and they had no choice but to make sure to protect their own.

Making sure to be gentle he invaded her mind.

He found himself in a forest; the trees stood majestic, looking unlike the ones he had ever seen, the ground was covered with their roots spreading like dark veins covered in moss. The leaves were the deepest and of the darkest shade he had ever seen, some scattered old leaves covered the ground giving off a sad feeling. The air was thick and the slightest of wind left the impression of a dark presence.

He must say he didn't ... expect this. He had never seen a mind like this, it was such a hauntigly beautiful sight.

"You shouldn't be here!"

He whirled around taking out a kunai out if his pocket, for a moment forgetting that he was inside someone's mind. In front of him stood a child; short raven hair and emerald green eyes. He faintly realised that he looking at the child version of the girl.

"You shouldn't be here!" Her voice held a sense of urgency. Quick as a small animal she grabbed his hand and dragged him outside the forest with strength that she shouldn't have. Outside the forest he squinted at the sudden change of light. The child still dragging him lead them to a cottage. Once they reached the front door he let go of his hand.

"Go inside and no matter what don't go inside the forest. It's dangerous you know!" Inoichi suddenly felt like he was back to his young self and was being scolded by his mother.

Withoud another word the child ran back to the forest, he made to follow but then remembered that the child maybe a defence mechanism.

Entering the strange cottage he studied the strange structure of the house. The furniture was odd and not traditional Konoha or any village style at all. Shacking his head he went through other rooms and then finally entered what looked to be a study.

The second thing he had noticed was that the house looked bare and even the book shelve was empty. Although there were some books present; languages, basic behaviour, basic defence, basic maths, music, art and then the started to get weirder; basic runes, basic wards, basic medical herbs and basic healing.

He wasn't sure what to make of it. Still there was nothing that indicated her memories or her identity.

'Looks like she was telling the truth.'

Carefully closing his eyes he ejected him self from her mind.

Seeing her gasping for breath he felt like something wasn't right and immediately the medic-non entered and lifting her carefully took her to the hospital.

Praying for the girl's safety inside he exited the cell and approached the hokage.

"Other than some basic and some strange knowledge, she had no memory. Also her mindscape is the odest thing i 'be ever seen." At hokage's raised eyebrow he eleborated, "Her minscape is a forest and she has a child version of herself as a defence mechanism false her mind is strangely organised. Every thing aside, I believe she truly is suffering from amnesia." Finishing he stood quietly as the homage processed the information.

"I see. Looks like we have a new resident to welcome in Konoha but still to be sure I'll have someone follow her for my peace of mind." Muttered Sarutobi with a sigh.

At Inoichi's bright smile, a vein twitched above hokage's eye, " And I want a written report about her mindscape." Satisfied as the smile vanished Sarutobi thought about there new resident. He didn't beleive in innocents being tortured but he had to be sure after all he had a village to protect. Now if only he could figure how the world she fell from the bloody sky.

He really was getting old for the job.

Another chapter done and I made sure to make this one long because I'm not sure if I'll be able to post the next chapter soon.

Oh well, it's 11:30 pm here and thank God that tomorrow is a national festival otherwise my sister would've killed me for being awake at this hour. She hates the dark circles under my eyes.

x-x

TBC.