Disclaimer: So, I don't own Naruto and stuff. Really. Oh, wait, I own Yuki though! And Bob and Steve. Who aren't in this chapter. But they will return! Eventually.

Sorry this is so LATE! (I say this nearly every time I upload a new chapter ¬_¬)

Lately, I just haven't felt like writing… I should be back to normal now though (hopefully!) :D

"There's a freakin' goat eating my brain, and all you people can think about is a goddamn TV programme?" I exploded, causing the small crowd clad in cloaks to stare at me.

Eventually, Grim shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, yeah."

I glared at him.

"You selfish jackass!" I yelled, straining against the ropes, causing them to cut into my wrists even more. "Lemme outta here!"

I struggled with the ropes, wiggling my body around in a vain attempt to loosen them; twisting and turning, only causing them to tighten.

I gasped as the rope bit into my waist, clutching tighter, making it hard to breath.

But I wasn't going to give up now. I continued my furious escape attempt, but at most, only causing the chair to screech against the floor and shift around a little.

Eventually, the chair tipped over backwards.

And what did those ass-holes do? Turn off the light, shut the door and left me there. Without saying a word.

And so, I lay on the floor, tied to a chair. My back against the ground, my feet in the air. As you can probably guess, it wasn't a very comfortable position to be in.

Glaring at the ceiling, I vowed not to say another word to those jackasses when they tried to interrogate me. Not even a 'hn' would pass these lips.

After a while, I fell into a shallow and fitful sleep, filled with dark, dangerous dreams.

Click.

My eyes snapped open as I heard the quiet sound of the door opening and closing, before a shady figure appeared above me, grabbed the back of the chair and pushed it back to its proper angle.

I assumed it was around dawn, as the room was now dimly lit by the delicate light coming from several large windows along one side of the room.

Now that it wasn't so dark, I could see that the room wasn't as large as I had first thought. In fact, it was actually quite small, around the size of my bedroom back home. The walls and floor were both smooth, bright, OCD white, and it eerily reminded me of an asylum. It was empty aside from two identical chairs, one of which I was still tied to.

My eyes widened as they travelled to the wall that had been at my back. What I had originally thought was several windows was actually one huge wall of glass. And the view! It was easily the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

The room was a few feet away from the edge of a cliff, from which a beautiful sea stretched as far as I could see. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, causing the water to sparkle and dance gracefully.

I was so taken by the view that it took me a few moments to realize that this meant I was faraway from civilization. Far away from help. In front of the base was a massive forest, which I would easily get lost in, and out here was a huge expanse of water, which I could never have swum across, even with a month of training and as much equipment as I could want.

I could never escape.

The realization that I would probably never see my home again felt like a punch in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my eyes to prickle with unshed tears.

Blinking, I slowly turned my head back to the figure who was now seated in front of me.

His hair was a mop of scarlet flames, which hung slightly into his reddish-brown eyes. He sat half in shadow, the sun lighting the other half of his pale face.

He was my kidnapper.

He was the one who brought me here.

He was the one who had ruined my life.

Suddenly I felt a rush of hatred for this man, this beast that had stolen my life in the blink of an eye.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, causing my muscles to tense in preparation.

If I hadn't been tied back, I honestly would have killed him.*

His face stayed expressionless, his eyes staring into mine, two circles of burning flames, as if a fire lurked inside his skull.

I could feel them drilling into my soul, slowly penetrating my defences, willing me - commanding me to give up. To open up. To betray all of my secrets to a stranger. A stranger who could–and would-kill me without a second thought.

At that precise moment, I decided that this man, this thing, had no soul.

At all.

Had no soul in the vampire sense, traditional vampires, real vampires, heartless murder machines who care for nothing more than the blood they crave. Who slaughter innocent people for fun, who go on killing sprees for a laugh. Not the Sparkle In Sunlight, Stalk Teenage Girls type of vampire, which seems to be increasingly popular in Konoha.

Not the goody-two-shoes has-no-soul.

This guy was pure evil.

Nevertheless, I continued to stare at him, falling deep into his eyes. The windows of the soul, as they are often called.

How ironic.

Staring; falling. Searching; failing.

Searching for something, anything, a shred of humanity, a memory, some kind of emotion.

Just a shred.

But nothing.

Fucking nothing.

I felt like screaming.

My life was crap. Now it's even worse.

Yuki, you-

Shut up! My life sucks! Face it, I had a crappy life in Konoha; and now it's even worse! And you know what the worst part is?

Yuki-

I deserve it! I freaking deserve it! Rika was right, I am NOTHING!

Suddenly, I felt like my soul was crushed.

My chest was imploding, I couldn't breathe.

The pain.

The pain was unbearable. My chest was ripping in two.

I wanted to die. Anything, to escape this pain.

I gasped, and struggled to inhale.

My throat felt like it was closing.

My heart was in shreds.

And then it happened.

A single tear rolled down my cheek.

The first I had shed in years. Years I had spent building my defences, slowly, slowly separating myself from the rest of the world, all so I wouldn't be hurt. All to survive.

And this jackass had destroyed it.

In less than thirty seconds flat.

* (…Or tried to anyway. In retrospect, it's probably a good think that I didn't, as he was an S-rank criminal, who could have easily slit my throat and left me to bleed to death on the floor.)