Hey everyone! So, I just want to thank DragonKent & Ducky Devilry for entering Tempest into their communities Best Self Insert Story fics and Narutoverse Phoenix Rebirth-Jutsu, respectively. Thank you very much!

Als, I've come to a lot of decisions concerning teams, as you can probably tell, and what will happen next through the ff. Also, I've gotten about 2 PMs, from people who would like to remain anonymous, about Ichiro's interactions and thoughts of some of the main characters. Let me apologize beforehand but guess what? I've written Ichiro to be blunt and not give a damn about anyone's feelings, this is from his perspective so his thoughts on some of the other characters will not be seen through rose tinted glasses or whatever. He's human, more or less, and he'll judge the characters off what being shown to him; it's not bashing a character really, just a blunt analysis.

Rated M for violence, language, gore and drugs.

(Chapter 4)

"Ah!" I gasped in pain as I was pierced by three kunai in my back. I stumbled but I quickly caught myself and continued running. I ripped a kunai from my back and threw it back just in time to cancel out another kunai aimed for me.

I escaped! I escaped! I chanted. I could hear nothing but my heartbeat that seemed to be beating in my ear. I could sense them; they were so close to me but not close enough to catch me. I caught the two of them off guard after picking the lock on my door and throwing it open with every ounce of strength I had. It slammed into one of their faces with a satisfying crunch.

I shook my head and jumped across a narrow trench, throwing the chakra I had into my leg to reinforce them. I've gotten farther than I had last time. The first time I escaped, I noticed this trench but didn't leap across it as they had just sapped me of my chakra.

Landing on my feet, I tuck and rolled before getting back up and running. I narrowed my eyes and felt around for their chakra, they hadn't crossed the trench yet but they were about to. I continued running, trying to pour every ounce of energy into me going faster but it still felt as if I were running in slow motion. Damn it all! I just want to get out of here! I raged.

Unfortunately, I got what I asked for because a couple minutes later, I broke the tree line and found myself standing in a grassy field with a large river in the center of it, separating me from the forest across it. "No! No!" I hissed quietly and looked around before settling back on the river. The rushing water looked to rapid for me to swim across, it was too wide for me to jump and I couldn't turn around.

"Damn it all to hell!" I swore. Being in the forest was the only type of advantage I had, if it could be called that. I could feel their chakra closing in on me and I only had two choices: Jump and risk dying or fight to the death.

And I'm not giving them the satisfaction of killing me or giving them the chance to capture me again. I threw myself at the river, closing my eyes in preparation.

But a hand wrapped around my ankle and my eyes snapped open to see the forest moving around me. "Ack!" I grunted when my head hit something hard, a tree most likely.

I opened my eyes and found one of my captors standing above, except there were three of them and it wasn't because of a jutsu. Shit, I have a concussion. I thought weakly and turned to spit out the blood that began to pool in my mouth. And I bit my tongue. I thought numbly.

"You thought you could get away that easy kid?" Black mask demanded as he lifted his foot and brought it down on my face.

He stomped on my face seven times before kicking me in the ribs hard enough to send me into the air and slam against the tree behind me. When I hit the ground, I got into fetal position as the stomping continued. "You broke my partner's nose, that was smart of you, take away her sense of smell to keep us from tracking you down." I couldn't tell but I thought I heard begrudging respect in his voice but it could be the pain making me delirious…oh look, he's about to stomp on me again.

I gasped as he stomped on my stomach, knocking every ounce of air I had in my body. I struggled to breathe for a moment and tried to reclaim what was knocked out of me as he laughed hysterically, as if it were the funniest shit in the world. "But you fucked up when you kicked me like a little bitch, you should have kicked hard enough to break a rib and maybe, just maybe, you could have escaped…and died out here in these woods."

I grunted when he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to sit on my knees. I guess I blanked out for a moment because next thing I knew, I was tied by my wrists with my arms hanging above me and my feet barely grazing the ground as I slightly swayed side to side. "I-I feel like I'm going to hurl." I muttered, drunk off of pain.

"Hmm, I'm no doctor but wouldn't you need a stomach to empty it?" I was confused for a moment and looked up in time to catch steel glinting against the moonlight before he brought it down.

Blood flew from my mouth as he practically disemboweled with the kunai. I stared down at my stomach shocked as he angles the kunai upright and slowly sliced up. "Ah! Ahhhh! Stop it!" I screamed as I struggled but it was useless, I couldn't get any ground and my arms were bound. I shook my head and tried kicking but there was no power behind the kick.

I don't know why he did but when Black mask stopped, I sobbed in relief and gasped when he ripped his kunai from my stomach. Suddenly, everything began to shift; the pain, the river and the forest disappeared. Genjutsu. I realized numbly as I noticed I was strapped down on a bedpan.

I giggled a little and locked eyes on Black Mask, who was getting up from the ground. "What happened?" I muttered tiredly, my smile never leaving my face. "Have a nasty fall?" I asked, that's when I noticed that the seal had appeared again, except it was no longer on my chest, it seemed to be stretching up to my neck. "What the hell?"

Black mask waved his hand at the mirror and I knew someone was about to come into the room. I have no idea how long I've been here but this isn't the first time they've come in here and mentally tortured me with genjutsu. I tried keeping track but their use of genjutsu on me had me questioning when it was real and when it wasn't.

I closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply and exhaled. Everything hurt, it hurt to freaking breathe, and it didn't help that the freaking seal on my body was like acid on my body as the seals on the walls illuminated purple.

I grit my teeth as the pain instantly hit me and had this been the first time they did this to me, I would have missed the door opening and someone stepping inside. Silver hair…"Ah!" I screamed when I was struck across the face with something thin and sharp. It broke the concentration I had to keep myself from vocalizing my pain and began to wail.

And, after who knows how long, it stopped and I went limp on the bedpan, my body felt like it was on fire and melted against the metallic bedpan. The seal was still burning through my skin even though the seals on the walls weren't active.

I stared up at the ceiling blankly for a moment. How long do I have to endure this? I whined, wishing I could curl up into a ball and just go to sleep but I knew that could never happen willingly. The last time I fell asleep, I woke up with tube coming out of every opening in my body. Just what the hell is it about this seal that makes them do this? To a child!

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled from my mouth. At least, this time they didn't they didn't leave those seals on. I thought, small mercies and all that…wait a second. I opened my eyes and looked at the seal on the wall. In the many times that they've come into this room, they've never left with them unactivated.

And that's when I saw it: a speck of white on the all black markings. I narrowed my eyes to try and see what it was but my left eye was swollen and I couldn't make it out with my right eye.

I gasped when a loud explosion went off from somewhere. What the fuck? I thought as my entire prison room shook and the white on the seal became bigger. Is that paper? I questioned, as the paper seemed to peel from the wall slightly but didn't fall.

I eyed the seals and frowned. It's…the paper is causing a disturbance in the seal! I realized. Did someone come for me? Hope, excitement and desperation became my very lifeline as tears filled my eyes. "Please." I whispered hoarsely. "Please, please, let it be tha…that someone came for me." I don't know how much more of this I can take.

I flexed my right hand and winced when my broken index finger and middle finger moved. Forgot about those. I thought strained and tired.

I'm too injured to move on my own. Another explosion went off and this time I could hear shouting coming from somewhere. Please hurry, if I get home I'll never question Hideki again, I won't disrespect him, I'll take my training seriously, please just get me home. Despite the strained relationship I have with Hideki, over the time I've been abducted all I could think about was the fact that I finally got a father and took him for granted.

The door to my prison was thrown open and like an angel of vengeance, a woman with short purple hair ran into the room and her equally purple eyes landed on me. "Kami." She swore and I can only imagine how I looked if I got that kind of reaction out of her.

I let myself smile and winced when my lip split. "Just imagine if you could see what they did to me mentally." I stared at her but my eyes were trained one the headband around her forehead.

A Konoha headband.

My vision began to blur with tears. Thank you. I thought before everything went black.

(September 13, 2006)

Inside of a strangely decorated room, an older woman sat in a chair before a covered window with a black cat in her lap, purring as the woman stroked her fur. Across from her was a young woman, who couldn't be older than twenty years old, staring at her pitifully with big brown eyes.

Her eyes swept over her, she was exhausted and looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks, and her clothes were wrinkled, slightly covered in dirt. Her eyes flickered about the room and she fiddled with her hands in her lap.

Agatha, immediately, knew a great deal of the woman's life just by staring into her eyes. And it saddened her.

Her eyes dropped down to the middle of them where there was a round wooden table sitting in the center of the room and where a six year old boy wasn't paying them any mind as he played with a tiny balls that he bounced on the table and quickly caught them in his hands.

"What can I help you with, Ms. Morel, was it?" She questioned.

"Monique Morel, yes, and I…" she trailed off, her Haitian accent present, her eyes dropping to the child before her. She could feel the fear, concern and need to protect the boy radiating from the woman, "I talked to many people and led on many goose chases looking for help that no one else seemed to be able to but I was told from a not so reliable friend that-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Ms. Morel, but if it hadn't been for that friend I wouldn't have allowed you here." She cut in precisely. "I need to know what I can do to help you." As she said that, a ball flew into the air and for a moment she ignored it thinking the child had thrown it but when it didn't fall back to the table, she turned her attention.

Three more tiny balls joined the other floating in the air. Agatha felt it, it was like a tsunami of power, and she noticed that some of her knickknacks had shifted and seemed to be under the influence of the outside energy.

Agatha stared down into the innocent green eyes of the boy that was staring up mystified at the floating toys. "I see."

Monique dropped from the chair to her knees and pulled the boy from his place on the ground and into her chest. "Enzo, what have I told you about that?" She whispered slightly panicked as she turned the boy to her to look him in his eyes. "We made a promise, remember?"

Agatha couldn't see the boy's face but she could tell he was now pouting. "Yes, mama, sorry." He mumbled out. The toys fell from the air and settled on the table.

The older woman eyed the woman as she pulled the boy to sit on her lap. "I'm assuming that's why you've come for my assistance?"

The woman's eyes snapped up at her. "Yes!" she seethed. "What do you think? I-he-he…" she trailed off and took a deep breath to calm herself. "I don't know what to do."

"When did it first begin?" Agatha asked, taking pity on the woman, who was struggling to keep herself together in front of her son.

Blowing out a breath of air, Monique glanced down at her son. "A few months ago in May after he turned six, we were at a store and…and he wanted some sweets that I couldn't aff…that I wasn't going to give him before dinner." She quickly corrected herself. "He threw a fit and the next thing I know, everything was thrown from the shelves onto the floor." She tugged her son closer; the child was just glancing between them. "I convinced myself that it was just the…the dr-medication I've been taking but when strange things kept happening and only when he was around I…"

Agatha didn't waiting for her to finish after she trailed off and turned her attention to the boy. "Child, come here." Monique eyed her curiously but set her son on his feet. The six year old walked over to her. "What is your name?"

"Lorenzo." The child answered her quietly. Big green eyes staring up at her with childlike curiosity.

"Hello, Lorenzo, can I hold onto your hands for a moment?"

Lorenzo tilted his head to the right but allowed her to cup his hands together. As soon as she made skin contact, her eyes flickered to the back of her head as a darkness seemed to creep up her body and seemed to draw her mind away from her body. She saw many deaths, whether connected to the child in front of her or not she wasn't sure because they flickered through her mind too quickly but she knew one thing…the deaths were gruesome.

She was just about ready to wrench her hands away from the child but she brushed something inside the boy that chased away the darkness. And the same energy that she felt before was all she could feel. It was conflicting but this power was…not pure but not as tainted as what she felt earlier.

She pulled her hands from the boy slowly and opened her eyes to stare the woman in the eyes. "You're child, Ms. Morel, is gifted with an extraordinary power…a power I've encountered before and I can tell you that this child will have many struggles in his life and it's inevitable."

The woman's eyes began to mist over causing her son to rush back to her. "Mama?" he asked unsurely when she pulled him into a hug that hid his face into her chest.

"W-what does that mean? Is my son the devil? Is he evil? Is he-"

"No." Agatha regarded the woman wearily and chose he words wisely. "I'm not sure where these powers originated from…"

Monique stood from her seat with her son in her arms, still hiding his face against her chest. "He is! He's of the devil! That's the only explanation! He's just like his father!" There was spite in the woman's voice.

"Ms. Morel…"

"Mommy!" Her son cried into her chest, Agatha knew he didn't understand what was happening but was responding to his mother's panicked voice.

"Ms. Morel, this doesn't have to be a bad thing, there are many people who can help him control these abilities."

Agatha watched as the woman stared at her for a moment before turning her back. "No, no!" she shook her head. "I-I'll just take him to a church and they'll save him, he doesn't have to be this." She said to herself.

"You cannot deny what that child is, it'll only lead to your own downfall." Agatha promised. "You're not in the position to care for a child like this, care for that child at all."

The young mother ignored her and left, not looking back at the woman. Agatha words echoed in her head.

Sighing after the woman slammed the door shut behind her, Agatha stood from her seat and moved over to the window, pulling aside the curtains, to stare at the retreating back of the woman dragging her child along side her by his wrist. She did a quick prayer for the child's safety.

(September 13, 780)

"Has he eaten?"

"No, I leave food on his beside table and when I come back its come but I've seen it on the ground underneath his window." That was Hideki but I couldn't make out the first voice.

"Hmm, maybe he needs to talk to someone."

"I can't even get him to bathe, how will I get him to talk about it?"

"I meant, talk to a professional."

There was silence and for a moment, I wondered if they disappeared when my door opened. I don't know if they could tell I was awake or not, because I had the sheets covering my entire body, but I knew they didn't want me to hear this conversation.

The door clicked shut quietly. "And how do you suppose I do that?" Hideki demanded.

"You could force him, he's only a child."

"Even if I did that, he wouldn't speak to a stranger, he won't speak to me." There was a pause. "Would you speak to someone about your past?"

"No."

"Exactly, I can't expect for him to do the same."

"Or is this an excuse?" There was a slight tone of accusation in the other person's voice. "Someone inside the village kidnapped your son when he wasn't under your supervision and now everyone is out to get him?"

"Don't speak of what you know nothing about." Hideki warned, almost like a threat. "I made a promise to myself that no harm would come to that boy."

"But something, or someone, did hurt the kid." The other voice pointed out. "Hiding him away from the world won't change the fact, his grades before his abduction ensure that he has a chance to become a genin, he needs to be prepared for that."

"I know that! But he lost two month's education and will just have to retake the class next year." And then, I heard footsteps leading away from my door.

Underneath my sheets, I frowned. Take the class again? It meant that he wouldn't have to rush back to the academy, it meant he didn't have to face anyone outside his home, hell, outside him room. Those promises I made when I thought it would get me out of that horrible place came screaming back at me.

One in particular.

I'll take my ninja training seriously.

I promised myself that and as much as I didn't want to get out of bed, I had to. I can't retake the class next year; I want to graduate this year. I want my life back. But I don't want to talk to anyone about what happened in there. I already answered questions Morino Ibiki, the head interrogator, had for me and he sent me off.

Anything else would stay with me and only me. Considering that purple haired woman killed black mask.

I threw the sheets from over my upper body and slowly sat up. I looked across the room at my mirror and winced.

I was still wrapped up like a mummy, mainly my chest, left arm from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers and right leg from my knee to my shin. There was a thin flesh scar across my lip leading from my above the right side of my lip to under the left side of my jaw diagonally but everything was healing. The way everything hurt when it happened, I'm surprised nothing more scarred me. I thought and cringed at the small flashback of my time in that prison.

As it turned out, I hadn't even been taken from the village but I went missing for two months. It's been two weeks since I was saved and brought home. I'm not sure if my life could go back to how it was before but that's only because I haven't tried. Maybe…maybe if I dedicate myself to this training, I can get back to myself and be strong enough that something like that never happens again.

A part of me wondered what black mask really wanted and that was another thing that unnerved me. I couldn't remember any of the questions my kidnappers asked of me. There were specks of my memory missing. I don't know how I know; I just know that there is something I'm missing.

I let out a scoff of irritation and moved away from the mirror to my closet. I grabbed the long sleeved burgundy shirt and pulled it on over the bandages covering my chest and left arm. I tore the left sleeve from my person and dropped it in the trash before pulling on black pants and then walking over to my bed to grab the kunai hidden under my pillow.

I hid that inside my right sleeve and sat on my bed. I reached underneath and grabbed my black sandals. Hideki is going to murder me when he realizes I'm gone. I thought as I slid on my sandals but I know that if I ask him to leave he'll want to know where I'm going or might even outright decline me.

I threw open my window and leaped from the window; and as I descended to the ground, I almost forgot I had access to my chakra but quickly reinforced my ankles with chakra and landed in a low crouch.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I tensed and spun around. Standing there was Hideki with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How did you-" I was cut off by a kick to my chest sending me crashing into the side of the house. Ouch.

"Well, if you're well enough to try sneaking out of the house without permission, then you're well enough to continue training." I looked up and saw the sneer on his face. I glared back, defiance filling me, and he took a step forward. "This is how this is going to work, we're training dusk till dawn to improve your taijutsu, and there will be no room for mistakes." He leveled me with a look of pity that made me bristle. "It's no wonder you could be captured so eas-" He ducked under my kick aimed for his head.

I grunted when he decked me in the chin and then grabbed me by the front of my shirt and slammed me onto the ground. My right cheek scrapped the ground, opening a fresh wound, and then his knee was digging into my back with my right arm twisted behind my back and a kunai to my neck. "Get off!" I growled.

"After class you will come directly home where you'll instantly dress for training and if you have any sense of self-preservation, you won't stray from these directions." His voice changed, it was less monotone and a lot more menacing. "You will eat, you will not stray from the diet regimen I've set for you." Suddenly, the weight on my back disappeared and something crack me in the back of my head. "That is one of the books I expect you to study up on and finish in the next four days."

I groaned. He may have made my injuries worse. I thought as I grit my teeth and rolled on my back. I noticed a thick dark blue scroll lying beside me. Fuinjutsu. I read as I rubbed the back of my head and picked up the scroll with my free hand. The sealing arts? What would I need to read up on this for? I thought of asking but after looking up at Hideki, anger fueled me and I turned away from him. Go chew broken glass! I can't believe I even missed this asshole a little.

Please hurry, if I get home I'll never question Hideki again, I won't disrespect him, I'll take my training seriously, please just get me home. My prayers echoed in my head and I tensed. I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose, trying to calm myself down. I-I did promise to do what he said…even if he is an asshole.

"I'll be quizzing you on it and if you don't get a perfect score, I'll up our training so much you'll wish you were in hell with your back broken." He can't be serious! I stared up at him, unable to hide how uneasy and slightly afraid I was but he only turned and walked away from me. "Follow." He ordered. "We're going to go inside, eat, and then you're going to get some rest."

For a moment, I thought of throwing the scroll at the back of his head but I quickly dismissed it as I stood up slowly. "I don't want to wait another year." I told him.

He stopped. "You were eavesdropping."

I didn't contradict him. "I worked hard to become a genin and it isn't fair that just because something…unfortunate happened, I have to wait when I deserve to graduate alongside my classmates." I told him. "I want to go back to the academy and I want to take the graduation exams."

It was quiet for a moment and I wasn't sure he was going to reply to me, so imagine me surprise, when he turned to look back at me. "It looks like you'll be eating later." He took a stance that made me stand up straighter. "You go back to the academy in two days but until then, we're going to begin the new regimen."

I gulped nervously and took a step back but he took one forward. "We…we're not going to begin here, are we?" I asked.

Three kunai appeared in his hands. "We're going to work on speed, so start running to training ground thirteen." With that, the kunai flew at me.

I jumped and bolted away. Damn it all! I whined. What have I gotten myself into?

(End)

Hey everyone! I was going to prolong Ichiro/Enzo's abduction through this chapter but I didn't want to draw it out so instead I skipped it and I'll show how it effects him as I write the fanfiction.

Thank you to everyone who commented and have shown me support! I really appreciate your kind words and praises.

JRZTT1246: No, that was Ino.

Lirg123: I was so happy to see that you instantly caught that but its more than hiding his "true self".

Anyways, I'll see you guys next chapter, ja ne!