Yamato looked around, but all he saw was darkness. This place was where he had escaped to when he was first taken captive. He felt safe here, especially when he would set and watch memories.

Memories, thats all they are. The people in them where either killed by the great war, had died long ago, or had left him for dead. Why should he care about people who didn't care about him? They made that clear when they didn't come save him. He was trapped, held hostage for two year, and beaten to an inch of his life. And now here he was, back where it all started two years ago.

His mind created a tree for him to rest against. A sigh passed his lips.

He went over the last few moments before the darkness overtook him once more. Really, he should have seen it coming, and yet here he was stuck to his own mind, like he had been for the last two years. God he was so sick of this. People taking him, hurting him, experimenting on him. Why couldn't everyone let him be?

He felt the wetness in his eyes, but he bit his lip. He was a ninja dammit, he wasn't suppose to feel anything for anyone. Slowly one silent tear slid down his cheek, never in his life had he cried. He never cried when a friend died or a leader. Not even when he was a child being injected and infused, not when he lost friend after friend in the line of combat, not when the memories of war would wash over him, not when a leader was killed, and nt when he remembered how lonely his life was.

Another sigh. Why was his life so lonely? It wasn't like he wasn't hansom, but everyone women he ever asked out on a date would reject him. Eventually he stopped asking and reserved himself to being a ninja who lived or died on the battle field. He didn't like battle, but over time it became the only time he felt...Alive. Only when weapons whizzed past his head and he felt his chakura flare in his body did he truly feel like himself. Well and when he was around her. She was the only women to not push him away.

A true smile came to his face when he remembered the feeling she gave him. When she was around life didn't seem so meaningless. Not like the rest of the time when he forced his smiles. It was silly to him that one person could control his emotional state of mind so much, but it never stopped him from greeting that change of mind.

He heard voices, probably whoever she had taken him too. He also knew that meant that he'd be back to reality soon. He listened.

"I found him just outside the village, I healed his wounds but...", it was her.

"But what?", he knew this voice but couldn't place it.

"He's not himself. Someone used a Sealing Jitsu on his mind. I couldn't break it"

Silence. If he had to place a bet on it they were taking a look at it with her.

"His eyes weren't kind anymore. He pulled a weapon on me"

"I see what you're talking about. It's messy, and weak,, it'll wear off in 2 days actually.", he finally placed that other voice. He didn't forget his mission, and foced himself to wake.

Sakura was putting together some bandages when he set up. The next thing she knew he had knife to the hokage. He smiled, eyes dark with blood lust.

"Sakura, my dear, you forced my hand", Yamato leered at her, "this is what's going to happen. You are gonna set there, and you are gonna forget you saw me. This b*** is comeing with me to make sure no ANBU come after me. The very second I feel someone following me she's dead, got it?"

Sakura nodded slowly as Yamato backed outta the room. However, he didn't make it outta the room. Tusnade had flipped him over her shoulder, only taking a small cut on her cheek as he landed with a thud on the other side of the room. Slowly, he stood

That is when Tusnade noticed his head band and glared. This man was mostly defintly not the yamato she knew. He loved this village even if he did feel a little outcast at times. She didn't have much time to annualized the situation.

Boom!

A large wooden beam had slammed the wall where she once stood. Tusnade rushed Yamato, infusing his fist with chakura. Dodging attack after from the wood user she aimed for his head. Direct hit as he feel to the opposite wall and almost through the stone.

Yamato lay there on the floor, a sudden feeling washing over him, like something had broken. He stood and rubbed his head slowly. He couldn't exactly remember how he got here. He looked around slowly at the situation. He noted that he was home, but two of his closest friends where on the defensive and glaring right at him. He choose his next words as best he could.

"How'd I get here?", he was surpised at how well his mouth hurt and was even wondering how he was standing. That feeling was shot last however, as he feel forward back into unconsciousness.

Sakura and Tusnade gave a glace of concern to there face. Something wasn't right.