So what do you guys think of me writing another story that takes place alongside this one, but in another characters point of view? Like Kevin's time during this story. I don't know, just some thoughts you know. It could be with any character. Hell, I could do multiple stories that all come together, like a story for Naruto, Sasuke, Kevin, and more. And in the end, they all end in similar ways because of the MAIN story. I'm trying to stay active with my stories again. I don't like any of the ones I have going, unless they are completed already. Except this one, I like this one so far. Sigh. Oh well. Well, ladies and gentle men, I have a treat for you all.

But, I need four reviews or I can't continue by the way. Sorry. One review per chapter isn't going to make me want to continue.

Pain wasn't fun. If you fall down steps and break your arm, is that fun? No, it's pain. So why was I laying here in a mess of pain? My back hurt, my arms hurt, and even my head hurt. Why can't I get up and move? I've been laying here for a long time. I don't know the exact time, but I know it was a long time. Half of my body was going numb and I felt knots forming in my back. I needed a massage.

So you're probably wondering why I don't just get up.

Well, I tried that and someone wacked me with a wooden board. That was night one, the first time I woke up after that person knocking me out. The second time was when I woke up and tried screaming and I felt something hit me. It didn't knock me out, but I wished it would have. I sat through hours of pain. Needles were going in and out of me and it wasn't a good feeling. I was partly scared. Okay, I won't lie. I was freaking out. Hey, I have to look cool at some part, you know... Still, I just wanted to get up and run. My body was tied down forcefully to whatever I was on.

After the needles had stopped coming, I felt drowsiness take over me and I fell into a sleep.

That leads to current time, where I find myself unable to see. I mean, yeah I could never see, but there was something over my eyes. Something soft, coated with a wet substance. I lifted my hand to reach and remove it, but it was held back by a rope of some kind. Should I try and open my eyes? Maybe not... There was something wet on the cloth and if it got into my eyes, what would I do? Harm my eyes even further? Lose them? I don't want to think about being an eyeless girl. Maybe if I only open one! No... I don't like pirates and if I lose an eye, I might as well be one. This was bothersome...

Aches and pains came from my stomach, and I didn't like that very much. I felt starved, which I knew I was. It's been about 48 hours since I ate. I could easily feel the starvation kicking in. Even dehydration was beginning to affect me. Cramps and aches wouldn't cease unless the person holding me captive would do something about it. Maybe he didn't know I was starved? I better let him know sooner than later.

I opened my mouth, forcing the words out, "L-Let me... Go..." What else would I say? Feed me? I didn't want someone shoveling food down my mouth and finishing me off with water. Might as well die with honor and give myself to the creatures that attacked me.

I didn't even get a touch in acknowledgment.

That reminds me, what were those things? Their hands felt rough and grimy, their smell was revolting, and they had a deep sense of hate obviously. Were they humans? What else would they be? I mean, I hate calling them creatures if that's not even what they are. If they have a name, I would gladly like to use it. If only I could see them... That's all I want to do before I die. See. I don't even care about the hearing. I just want to see things! Like those creatures or that person.

Who was that person? I don't think it's a ninja, or else I could have caught the chakra flowing through him, or her. Regular person who simply found me? If so, why would the unknown person help another unknown person by saving her from whatever those things are? And what about the needles? This person must be a doctor of some kind. Maybe even a nurse. This all leads back to my handicaps.

What was that?

I tensed once I felt something move, fear washing over me. I felt hands, rough and strong, unlatch what was holding me down. One by one my body began being freed, each limb aching with protest, but sooner than later allowed me to move it. I forced myself up, taking knowledge of the hundreds of cracks coming from my bones. Where was a message therapist when you needed one? Still, I knew this person wasn't one. Getting close to me, I inhaled the smell of old stale cologne. Must be male. That would explain the strong and rough hands that kind of made me feel safe in a way. Female would be nice, but hey. You can't choose who you want to save you. Let's just hope he isn't a rapist.

The man uncaringly grabbed my hand and put it on something bumpy. Ugh, he's like the third person who attempted to make me read brail. Never got to learning it. No one took the time and when they first had time, they gave up once I said, "This is hard." Shows how much people cared.

Except, Naruto did care.

He was the only one who pulled me into an embrace and made me feel like this wasn't the end. Where did he go?

Still, I simply shook my head, letting him know that I didn't understand. Then he touched the cloth on my eyes, his touch not harsh, but as soft as a man's touch can get to a person he didn't know or care about. Then he placed his hand onto his face and shook his head. What? Did he not want me to take it off? By what it seems, that was what he was trying to say. He must have understood by my expression or something because he once again touched the cloth and shook his head signaling a 'no' and 'do not remove'. He was the one who knew what he was doing. Finally, I'm not alone in this mess anymore...

Then I realized that my hand was still on his cheek, my hand touching what felt like a face that would feel nice when shaved, but currently was a little rough from a five o' clock shadow. He seemed like a man who would work hard during the day and come home, eat a lonely meal, and sleep.

Pulling away from me, they guy backed away. My hand fell to my side and I didn't feel the heat from his body or smell his stale cologne that was probably put on a day or two ago. It was a nice smell, just an old one that signaled that the guy didn't shower in a while. That's okay. I know how he felt. I won't lie, I was missing his presence already. It felt good knowing that someone cared about my safety. Or maybe he just was using me to help himself...?

I hope not...

Shortly after leaving, he came back. Placing things into my hands, my stomach began to scream. Loud growls came from me, making my face flush in embarrassment. It was food and water.

Whether the guy was using me or not, he was the only thing I had.

But as a week went by, I realized that I was wrong.

I had gained something I missed.