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Chapter Nine: Life isn't Fair
Itachi Uchiha turned the next page of his leather bound, black book. He scanned it's content before flipping over a few more pages in disinterest. He sat in the enclave of a cliff to shield himself from the howling wind.
He paused midway though turning a page. His eyes not looking at the book but through it. He stayed still as he spread out his senses.
This far away from any civilization, there should be no people. Not even ninja. This was not a good route to take for traveling, and there was nothing out here to travel to in the first place. The only reason Itachi was there was because he had met up with his employer at this desolate place.
Above the cliff top he could feel four fairly strong chakra signatures traveling north. That was the direction he would be going, though at the bottom of the drop instead of the top. They would have the advantage of being above him if they chose to fight.
They could not sense his masked chakra, he was out of their senses it seemed. Though he could sense them from years of stretching his senses in paranoia when he first became a missing-nin.
He sat still as a stone, his face unmoved. Perhaps they are hunter nins, the man he got the painting for may have realized who he was and gave them a tip off. He had evaded every hunter-nin since he was fourteen years old. Nations with grudges against him had eventually given up when their shinobi never came back. So it was very unlikely they were hunter-nins.
The signatures past him without noticing he was below. They were moving fast, with one seeming to struggle, it was close to another chakra signature. It seemed one of them was holding someone against their will. They were just passing shinobi, not hunter-nins.
Itachi got up to stretch his legs. He flicked through the pages of his book. He really needed a new book, the one he had was dirty and old. He placed the old book back in his cloak pocket, he would go to a library and purchase a new one.
He contemplated what those signature's could have been doing at this inaccessible place. As he was thinking he tripped over something, his arms went out in balance. A lapse of control he wouldn't normally have had. He straightened himself up to look at the offending object he had tripped over. How odd...
It was a book. Itachi brought it close to his eyes so he could see it better, he noted the picture. It was of a man and woman, holding hands over a stream but each on different sides of the water. They were separated, yet together. He would not have to find a library if it was good.
He opened the front cover to a page with a hand written message. It went something along the lines of: a birthday gift to a fifteen year old Ume, from someone called Doku. Itachi looked around. Where could this have come from? Shrugging mentally, he placed the book in his cloak, intent on reading it later.
As he wandered down the icy blue river, he noticed it's current was strong. It also had alot of jagged rocks sticking up, which the water swerved around quickly.
Something shocking cam into his line of view.
Something you would not expect to find, ninja or not. It was a body. A corpse.
The corpse was draped over a large jagged rock that it had probably hit when going down river. It's arms were in front being lifted upwards by the current. The exposed arms had fresh, red cuts contrasting with the white skin.
It was shocking even to Itachi. He was a ninja who had massacred his whole clan but he had known what to expect. You expect to see bodies on a battle field or at a morgue. When you don't expect something, it shocks you. On the border of a civilian country where there is no life, not even animals. You would not expect to find a body, how did it get here?
What shocked him more was also something he hadn't been expecting, though he never expressed the shock on his face. Pink locks of hair. There could only be one person with that shade of pink tousled hair. He had not expected to find his brothers, team mate's corpse as he went to his next mission. Sakura, that girl he had met a couple of times -without her knowing who he was- just happened to be dead a few feet away.
His initial shock left him and in return anger flushed through him. She was weak, so disgustingly weak that she could not prevent herself from dying. He looked at her from his spot by the river. Her hair was tangled and covering her face completely. From Itachi's position he could see the back of Sakura's head, her face resting on the jagged rock as if she were asleep.
Something within him jumped almost like a spark. A slight pulse of chakra came from her, in something akin, but not nearly as strong as hope, he got closer and stretched his senses. The weak pulse carried on, gradually getting weaker. His mouth set in a grim line, she was definately gone.
It was as if Itachi had swallowed a rock and it was sitting in the pit of his stomach, yet his demeanor displayed nothing.
After death it was common for the chakra to escape in small pulses. Itachi didn't know what he was doing or why but he went over to white, cold body and carried it out of the current. The water was frozen and so was the body. It was a dead weight.
The corpse was considerably heavier when he got out of the blue water. Droplets fell off his drenched cloak and the dead girl's clothes and long hair.
Sakura was not dead, but she might as well been. Somewhere in her unconscious mind she could feel a presence holding onto her.
It was a man, she could feel the irregular beating of his chest. There was something wrong with him, he was sick. Despite this, he was strong and holding onto her, pulling her away from a watery grave onto land where she would inevitably die.
She knew this man, she didn't know how but she could feel something tugging at her mind. His chakra, she had felt it a while ago, back where she lived, with her teammate. He made her feel edgy, yet she could not think who it was. He was dangerous, and an enemy. That's all she knew, no name or face came to mind. Then why is he helping you? She questioned herself and she answered back that she didn't know.
Sakura burned the signature into her brain, memorizing every waver, skip and beat of it, the man who helped me before I died. It was strong, far stronger than anyone's she knew of. Sakura could feel herself drifting into darkness, her awareness was falling down around her like a bombed building, as well as her ability to think. Until she was gone...
She felt so dead, it was unnatural. He felt a sense of loss and it struck deep for reasons he could not explain. Why? It was not uncommon for young ninja to die on missions and he had come across a few, usually after Kisame had been through with them.
He remembered putting out the fire she'd started after falling asleep, he'd saved her for nothing. Instead of feeling like there was a rock stuck in the pit of his stomach, he felt anger towards her. It could have been irritation at her recklessness, or annoyance at her stupidity.
She way anoying and a fool. Why did she even become a ninja? She wasn't forced by duty. From what Itachi knew, she was born into a civilian family, she could have lived her life like a normal person. She was a idiot who chose to risk her life, and for what? This is what she got and nothing can undo that. He glared at the corpse that he had sat up right, resting her back on the cliff wall.
Her hair was matted with rustic blood in a tangled mess in front of her face. Itachi would leave now. Even though he had told himself to move, he chose not to. He could not move. He was still staring at the corpse in wrath, yet he could not stop himself from what he was about to do.
Walking up and reaching out to her, he brushed her intertwined, bloodied hair out of the way of her face. To see her one last time.
Itachi reeled his hand back as if someone was about to bite it. For a fraction of a second his face showed unadulterated shock as he stood unmoving before it passed and he relaxed his stance to that of a cold and calm ninja.
Her hair was moved slightly atop her head, so her face could be seen. It was the colour of porcelain and most likely, just as cold. Her once pink lips were almost grey in tone. Her eye's were closed. A slice mark of red was thinly etched over her eyes in a horizontal, straight line. A thin cut began just below her right eye before gradually getting bigger and deeper the further down her ghostly face. Some of her hair fell down in strands, limply hanging in front of her closed eyes.
Itachi shivered unintentional, he didn't care. No one could see and judge him as a ninja as shock made his body do things against his control. He closed his eyes softly, his mind was blank before it went to chaos. Blood thumped in his ears and loud noises were heard in his brain. He was enraged beyond his understanding, so much so that his fists shook slightly.
Her beautiful face was mutilated. His anger was not directed at her, but at whoever had done this. Do they not realize how easily the tables can turn, how the hunter can become the hunted. He would kill them all and he knew who had done it. The four chakra signatures from earlier came to mind. His eyes trailed over the cuts littering her pale arms before looking at the lacerations on her young, dead face with blood red eyes.
There was chakra residue. Strangely only some of the cuts and the two on her face had residue, that meant the others had not used chakra when fighting her. He turned his back on the corpse before doing a jutsu. Itachi exploded into a number of bluey-black tinted crows, shrieking in a similar fashion to the choler he was feeling, until he was gone from sight.
A stampede of horses sprinted along the open lands. Snow was kicked up in the air as the tall horses breathed heavily, letting out mist from their flaring nostrils. There was a man on each and every horse. The leader rode ahead by several feet, he put his hand up as a sign for them to stop, the horses slowed to a canter until they reached the leader.
The men jumped from their position on the horses backs to the snowy ground. The animals went over to the icy blue river to drink heartily. The last horse to drink was the leader's horse, a tall stallion with a dark chestnut coat and white stripe up it nose. It had a black mane and tail that were long and uncut like most of the horses.
The human leader of this group -which numbered in the hundreds- was a heavy built, yet slim young man. He had a strong jaw with amber eyes and messy, rustic coloured hair. The hundreds of men climbed back on their horses and began to pick up speed as they started running again. But the leader put his hand up to stop them once again.
"What is it Shinta-sama?" A woman around forty, heavily attired with armor, inquired the leader. He did not answer her question, but looked her in the eye then signaled to the other side of the river with a flick of his eyes. Never changing his demeanor, so the others would not pick up on what he had seen.
The woman looked to where his eyes had darted to, her eyebrows went up slightly before she nodded in understanding. They could have a whole conversation with facial expressions. The amber eyed leader, named Shinta rode his horse out of the way.
"I will follow up behind you! Karou-san will be leading!" He called out in a powerful voice, it was heard by all the men and they silently acknowledged his words. Karou ran full pelt on her horse with the other hundreds of members following in tow, leaving the young man behind.
As the last man went past Shinta, he watched them go. He walked his stallion into the icy river that they had been travelling along. The horse did not try to get out of the fast moving, frigid water. It merely trod through it, without the slightest show of protest. Shinta got off the horse, and it shook it's self dry, looking at its master with intelligent eyes.
He had made his men go onwards so they could have some much deserved rest at the camp. He stayed behind to investigate the body that was laying idly against the cliff wall. It would appear that the female was dead. She had an odd hair colouring of pink. There were cuts all over her arms and a few on her legs. The most notable ones, were on her face.
Shinta didn't know the girl but it made something inside him tick, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. And here she was, pale as a corpse and covered in lacerations. It made him wonder who would do such a thing, whoever they were, they had aimed to kill.
Unfortunately for them, this girl was alive. Just barely, any longer without help and she would have died. Shinta was the leader of a mercenary army, his men knew basic ninja moves and some of them were ninja themselves. He had taken it upon himself to learn medical jutsu's to try and prevent fatalities.
This girls injuries seemed to be similar to most he had dealt with. He laid her down and put his hands above her. They were green, giving warmth, while at the same time scanning her condition. What shocked him was the amount of damage and the fact that she was still alive.
There was a large amount of water in her lungs and stomach, fatal wounds all over her body, bruises, cracked ribs. Not only that but Shinta had the feeling she had fallen from the top of the cliff. No normal human could survive that. The cliff towered above him menacingly. She was lucky, surviving this and then being found by him against the odds.
He closed the biggest wounds before pumping the water out of her lungs and stomach. Her body seemed to be degenerating and he wasn't sure if his efforts would be in vain. She would most likely die.
He frowned as he concentrated on making her organs start working, she couldn't die. It wouldn't be fair. No one should have done this to someone so young and innocent. Her face resembled an angel, though the grotesque slices through her pale skin made him turn away.
Shinta knew things weren't fair in this world. He had lost so many people he had grown close to. People he had eaten with, slept by and fought with had died and left him behind throughout the nineteen years he had been alive. The same would happen to him. He had been born into the army and he would die in it, it was his home and family.
The young woman before him began responding to his treatment. Her almost non-existent chakra signature became more pronounced. The majority of his men were shinobi and he had taken the time to learn their customs along with their techniques. He could read chakra signatures.
The pretty young woman was a ninja. That explained why she was injured then, it must have been for a mission. She had failed it then, and almost lost her life. Her breathing was coming in slow inaudible breaths. Shinobi commonly had forehead protectors with their alliance engraved on the front. Shinta could see none. Perhaps she lost it when she fell?
The pinkette also had a giant scroll, it was over one arm loosely. Shinta moved her to the floor and looked at it while he did so. He had one just like it, his was a summoning scroll for horses. He wondered what hers might be or if it was a summing scroll and what animal she had control of. He didn't look though. He had to concentrate on keeping her alive. Even if he wasn't, he would not breach her privacy, it was not his to look at.
Itachi had followed the four chakra signature's he had noticed earlier. They continued north until he had found them. He threw kunai and shuriken at them without warning. They hadn't noticed him. All they knew was that they were being attacked. A few of the weapons had satisfyingly cut and lodged themselves into the four.
They all had white hair and eyes, one was tall and lean, one had bushy eyebrows and the other two seemed like brothers. From their hair and eyes, Itachi could see they were all related in some way or another. By their belts Itachi saw swords, the swords that had cut into Sakura. These were the people who had killed her.
One by the name of Tansor was thrashing about in the wolf-like man's hold. The others told him to stop, they put a 'dono' after his name. The man held against his will was their leader then. Itachi didn't really understand what was happening but all in all, he really didn't care. They had killed a fifteen year-old girl, for what? She posed no threat against them.
The wolf like man seemed to be the strongest here. He had deflected most of the weapons while keeping his hold on the leader. But it made no difference, when they pulled out their blood coated sword, Itachi literally saw red.
When he had finally calmed down, the white snow had stained to a bloody red and pink slosh. The men were beaten and in pain. They were all cut in some form, he didn't know which ones were alive, if any. They laid on the cold snow at odd angles there mouths open in silent pain, blood leaking from their open wounds.
Itachi's eyes were blurry from using his sharingan on the fools. He sprinted at his own pace along the dead tree's littering the area. The snow fell over the four bodies and gradually built up. Itachi felt nothing for the dying men who would be covered in the cold white sprinklings, they would never be found hidden in the snow, if anything he was pleased.
He couldn't help but feel at loss, they had taken something from him. No that wasn't it,he only wanted her because she was gone. Itachi didn't know where on earth his thoughts were going. They were weak thoughts of someone who had attachments, it was worrying that he could feel that way about someone he hardly knew.
Had it been someone he was more acquainted with, such as the other Akatsuki members, then he wouldn't have bated an eyelid in concern.
These thoughts were giving him a head ache, he stopped thinking for a moment and let his mind go blank. He would not think anything more on the subject. Even as his demeanor stayed cold and his mind stayed blank, he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling in his chest.
The amber-eyed boy named Shinta took the unconscious young lady with him. He placed her on his horse, with her body resting against its muscular neck. Then got on aswell, sitting behind her while taking the reigns in his hand.
He would have to take a detour instead of going to Tea Country, where his camp was, to somewhere else. Somewhere he hadn't visited in a while...they should be close to this area if he remembered their rotations correctly.
Shinta rode through the heavy snow around the border of Spring Country, he was heading quarter of a way to Tea Country where he believed he could find his otherfamily. Not his army.
He hadn't seen them since he was thirteen. He had met them when he was eleven and traveled with them on their rotations around the nations for two years until he had gone back to his life, growing up in a mercenary army.
His father was married to an actress with great talent but had slept with another woman. The woman joined the mercenary army and gave birth to him. It was years later that Shinta met his father, along with his many half-brothers and sisters that had to partake in the family business.
They were a traveling show, they went round the nations and set up their show in various towns around the year. Shinta had hated it, he ran away after two years, back to his life within the army and never spoke to them again. Despite this, he knew they still liked him. He was their pride and joy, the only person within the family to make something of themselves. Even the random wanderer's who had joined the traveling show where fond of him.
Shinta galloped through the night, his horse did not falter with the rate they were going. The pinkette was still unconscious. He was worried she may have slipped into a coma. The thought was daunting and he hoped it wasn't true.
Light washed over the land and by afternoon he could see something in the distance.
His stiff muscles seemed to feel better as he saw the familiar wagons and horses of his old family's domain. His horse turned to look at him and he jumped off, the horse stretched in delight to having the weight off of its back. Shinta carefully lifted the young woman from the horse and carried her bridal style, with her scroll over his back, next to his own summoning scroll.
As he walked within the center of the wagons, people looked through windows and out the back of the carts. There were lots of people milling around, some were feeding wood to a big bonfire to the left. Shinta knew almost everyone of them. They squinted and looked to each other. "Shinta is that you?" someone said to him. He nodded mutely, they were still fond of him it appeared.
They rushed to his side and asked him about the girl. He hadn't been here in a while, the adults he once knew were smaller. He was taller than them by at least a foot and was stronger than them despite his age. They took him to his fathers wagon and adjourning tents. If they had set up tents that meant their stay would be longer in a single town. The pink-haired girl would not be moved for a few weeks tops. Hopefully she would wake up in that time.
They rolled out a bed in the tent. All it was, was a thick cover and pillow with a lighter cover over the top of her. Inside the tent was much like a small room, it had enough room to stand up in and a couple of stools in it.
A couple of his half-family members crowded into the tent to see the sleeping girl. They asked him about her and he gave them his brief knowledge of the girl in question. They would have to wait until she woke up.
A man past his prime walked into the crowded tent, he had bronzed hair and slight stubble. He looked around him to the sight of a pink-haired girl, whom was asleep. Then upwards to a young man with hair like his, only more red in colour. It was his son.
Shinta saw his father, he hadn't changed much. Shinta probably looked alot different from six years ago though. "Hello father." He said in his firm voice. The man smiled at his son. "Shinta-kun it has been a while." his face seemed to dip into a frown before he shook his head to dispel the expression.
The crowd overhead them conversing as they looked for thicker covers, bandages, water and such for the injured girl. "How are you?" his father asked but Shinta merely nodded as if saying 'good'. He did not want to be pressured into staying here longer than necessary, and talking would breach that subject.
"The girl was about to die, I brought her here so I could heal her injuries and let her recover. I'll heal any outstanding injuries tonight and leave in the morning." Shinta spoke professionally but with care.
His father seemed upset at this news but nodded anyways. As a last minute thought Shinta told him "I may come back in a few days to check up on her." His father's old eyes seemed to have a light in them. "I think you should." He said with encouragement.
Shinta contemplated his fathers words then left the hoarded tent. He walked round the campus. The traveling show had altered the towns it visited since he had left. He didn't remember this particular area, only the colorful wagons and carts.
Some of the carts were caged. Animals lived in these, Shinta went up to the tiger he had known as a thirteen year old. It was older now, it was sleeping at the back of the cage. He used to pet the animal, it was friendly. Putting his hand through the bars to reach its orange fur, it pounced at his hand and hissed. Shinta did not remove his hand even as the animal jumped and bite into it, lightly but hard enough to draw blood.
The tiger let go after a while before going back down on the floor in disinterest. Shinta petted it on the head and the animal let him as it purred like an oversized cat. He withdrew his hand before healing it and traveling to the show tents. The tent where the girls would dance or have flaming arrows thrown at them, along with magic tricks being shown, it was his favorite tent from a young age. The girls were pretty, gave him candy and had liked to pull on his cheeks.
He let out a big breath, it was a shallow life to live. Move around performing the same old shows, day in and day out every year. He already missed being with his companions.
Going back to the tent that the pink-haired, young woman was in, he noted everyone had left but Ami. She was a similar age to the pinkette he guessed, around sixteen.
She had had a crush on him for the few years he'd lived here. She was cleaning the girl and winding bandaged around the young woman's slashed eyes. She noticed him and smiled.
"Hello Ami-san." he said tersely but still kindly, with a nod. She nodded aswell "Shinta-san" she said in greeting without being flustered like he remembered her to be. She had grown up like him, albeit she was three years younger, she had also taken the suffix 'kun' off his name in his six year absence. She left the tent without another word and so Shinta went over to the sleeping girl.
Her organs were functioning fine, she had some head trauma and the cuts on her face hadn't been healed by him yet. He had put her ribs in the right position when he found her by the cliff but hadn't had time to heal them fully. He began mending them before going over the cuts on her body. They healed perfectly taking away the grotesque marks.
Now her face...Shinta delicately unwrapped the bandages Ami had just put on her. His rough hands were entwined in her pale hair and he marveled at how soft it was. Unwrapping the last strand of bandage showed all of her mutilated face. Her face was fine, the young woman was pretty, but the marks made her seem like someone out of the horror storys they told in army camps.
Shinta set to work, it would take a while to fix the facial tissue and eyes. He didn't even know if he was capable of doing so, but he tried. It would take more time and effort to restore her face as if the whole ordeal she had been through, never happened.
After working hours into the night Shinta wrapped her face in clean bandages. He placed on his black, armless haori. The mid-length sleeves had been cut by blades. Instead of throwing away the garment, he had ripped the sleeves off. On the back of the haori, it showed his rank. leader was written in white kanji, standing out from the black.
It didn't shield much from the weather but it was the custom uniform that they wore to unite the people as one. Ninja or civilian, man or woman. They were all a family in his army and he was growing agitated the longer he stayed at this place. As he wandered out into the night, he caught note of Ami's chakra signature.
He was born as a civilian fighter. She didn't know he could sense her. He walked past her signature quietly without stopping. His katana swaying on his obi as he walked. He had expected her to come out to ask him not to leave like the last time he had left, six years ago.
She was the first person within the traveling show he had ever talked to when he had found out about his father. She had been sitting by a wagon crying for an unknown reason at the time. When he left two years later they had talked by that wagon and she had been crying just like the first time they had met, though for a different reason.
Now aged sixteen, she did not cry or talk to him. This time she stayed where she was, watching him leave. He hadn't expected that. Going to his horse who was grazing, he jumped atop it, ready to leave. He would most likely come back to check on the unconscious pink-haired girl, after that he would not return. He would say goodbye when he was sure he would not return.
Ami still did not come out and so he rode away. His only light source, the shocking white moon. He would have to come back if only to see the fruits of his labour. He had tried his best to help the injured girl, to make sure there was no lasting damage, but limited medical jutsu couldn't do everthing...
He had found something on the table by her makeshift bed. It was a letter, the people who had put her in clean clothes and washed her had probably read it when he was walking around the campus. It's content was odd, he knew he shouldn't have read something that wasn't his, but the rest of them had. Ami probably had aswell. It had read:
To my dearest daughter,
If you are reading this then presumably I have passed away – How are you? Remember I will always love you regardless of where I am, living or deceased, you will always be in my heart. And please, please carry on with you're life and never look back on 'what could have beens' and 'ifs', always move forward.
Now, the reason I am writing this letter is to inform you of your, well, our heritage. You always asked me as a child and I told you we didn't have an extended family. I can tell you know that we do, please don't be upset with me darling but I felt the need to prevent you from going out and looking for them yourselves or asking questions which would lead to more confusion. We are from one of the first and most powerful ninja clans to walk these realms. My maiden name is Ensuki, years ago I left my birthplace and family to come to Konoha.
I came to Konoha to live with your father. I was ostracised from being an Ensuki heir for being with him, an outsider. I escaped the death punishment by my status as Momo's daughter (your grandmother and current leader of the clan) and choosing to not have a child with my husband – as if that was going to happen, I was pregnant with you when I left!
The main reason why I was happy with moving was so you, my child, could choose how to live your life, without the pressure's of a strict clan life. You chose to be a ninja and I will always support your decision and as such, I'm am telling you this so you can grow stronger.
It is said that our ancestors came from outer-space and first set foot on Matsu mountain. The Ensuki is a very powerful clan that have weakened over time. They are struggling to survive and will most likely die out because no one in the clan has been born with our mutated bloodline, the Yukihana, in a very long time. Without it, no proper leaders can be chosen and the strong clan members will cause destruction rather than unite it. I was next in line but unlike my mother and leaders before her, I did not get the mutated version of our bloodline limit. It has never skipped a generation before and so I believe you should inherit it. You only hold half our blood but perhaps a fresh piece of DNA into our inbred family may kick-start it, heh?
They live at the base of Matsu mountain to this day if you wish to go there. Tell no one you are my daughter apart from Momo. You're the youngest and will probably be the last main member of the clan - unless you decide to have children, only with a nice, caring young-man though – you understand?
Any way I'm going off topic, like I said the current leader of the clan is your grandmother Momo, as far as I'm aware. Speak to her if you want to know more. Bye now, I love you loads and always will, may your journey in life be blessed with good fortune.
Your loving mother Ume
The simple letter had sent chills down his spine. He had found out the girl wasn't a civilian - when he had found her on the verge of death. He hadn't expected her to be from a powerful clan aswell. It seemed he had saved someone pretty important. She was the granddaughter of this Ensuki clan leader.
Though he had never heard of Matsu mountain or the Ensuki's. He went down that treacherous border route once because it was quicker, but never had he seen a mountain, only a high cliff. It was not his normal route, their camp had changed places when they went under the control of a man named Orochimaru.
Or perhaps the mountain and clan were somewhere else entirely. He wouldn't know until the girl woke up.
If she had been an ordinary, he would have left her in the traveling shows hands, never to see her again. But she was a ninja, and now he had found out she wasn't any old ninja, he wanted to find out more. This girl was a raw diamond. The scroll she had with her was most likely a summoning scroll of the Ensuki clan. She could be useful, there again she could be unskilled. She had injured herself almost to the point of death which could have hindered her ability to perform as a fighter.
Sighing, Shinta rubbed his eyes with his palms. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers. If he trained her into a polished diamond, he would get close to her. If she left to go back to her clan he would be upset and if she joined his ranks, there was a possibility she could die on his watch. Oh what to do, surely I'm over thinking things?
A voice in his head spoke That young woman almost died and could stay within a coma for years, she could be blind from the damage done to her. Life isn't fair He though suddenly. Shinta thought about this for a very long time as he made his way to Tea Country, perhaps everything is done for a reason though?