Looking down I can see the still slumbering village, it won't be long before the Anbu would wake up and come join me again. They surely will be pleased to find me like this. The would smile nervously at me, trying to decide what to do with me, Naruto would come over, trying to assure me that I was still possessed by Orochimaru some how, but that I was save now, that I was with them, that there would be only light from now on, no more blood, no more dead bodies, no more.

Sakura would come soon after, crying, clinging to me, and promising me that she never stopped loving me. And Kakashi? He would probably stare down at me, curving his one eye up, patting me on the head like some lost kid.

They wouldn't stay that way, oh no, they would try to make me respond to them. Make me spill out secrets I kept so well hidden, secrets about Orochimaru's next attack, where my brother was.

Itachi…

And then, after days, maybe even weeks, they would all give up, I'll probably get transferred to some hospital, or a lab, yes a lab, to try and find out what had caused the Uchia prodigy to break down like that.

Testing me, analyzing me like some obscure lab-rat, until the day came they found me not breathing any longer, just sleeping peacefully without being able to sit up and open my eyes again, I think I prefer to die in my sleep, yes that, that would be perfect.

Can't you picture it all?

Years passed, the experimenting has developed in a giant project; doctors and medical nins would come from over the whole world to see the broken doll. A doll I would be, a doll without a puppeteer to make it function again. They would whisper with quite, almost fearful voices. "What happened?" "Why doesn't he talk?" All those stupid, pitiful questions would ring through the halls. I would simply stare back at them, just sitting and waiting, waiting for it all to be finished.

They would look at me, shaking their heads in defeat, no that kid is hopeless. Then, one night when no one was around to see it all, I would get up and walk to the window, opening it slowly, afraid the sound might alarm the guards. The moon would light my eyes, he would smile at me, and I'll smile back. Then silent as the night itself he would come, to give me one last gift. I would smile at him, and he at me, it would be a mutual understanding, like it always has been.

"Broken tools are to be thrown away." He would whisper at me. I would answer back

" Yes, broken tools need to be disposed off."

I would smile one last time for him then he would smile as well, so beautiful, so perfect.

The next day the doctors would come in to give me my breakfast like every morning, the look at the far left corner that I used as my place, the place in which I would sit, being fed, bathed and dressed. They would look at each other with hope, their hopeless case had moved! It was sitting in the windowsill, smiling softly, eyes slightly closed. They would call my name, smiles on their faces, but I wouldn't react, like usual, so they come close, one would raise their hand to brush mine, to try and make me look at them.

They would frown upon the cold contact. Calling my name even louder, then finally one would be brave enough to shake my shoulder. Then... my head would fall to the side,

Then… my lips would color red as the blood floods out,

Then… my eyes would stare not seeing at the ceiling,

They would all scream in terror, alarming everyone in the building,

Then… I would smile my brightest smile…

The sun that hit my eyes force me back to reality, I'm sitting on the grass, and he is sitting next to me, softly singing. And I smile at him, agreeing with him in every way possible…

"It's all right to cry a little,

thinking back on the sweet faint past.

The light is shining all the way to your feet,

raise your head, this is the daybreak we've waited so long for.

At that time, you still didn't know what it meant

but now you understand

It's a waste to even bother with those too late to save,

It's what we do from now that's important.

The next sun has risen.

So are you ready or not?

The future is relying on our sense. "

Well, it has been a rather long while right? Sorry for that, well that's another chapter down, not the end yet, don't know how much will follow after though…

Until then