Generation of the Jinchuriki

by Bored Weaver

Years after the Fourth Shinobi War, a new generation of Jinchuriki is born. Together they train and grow, but danger is always around the corner. Everyone has a past, and sometimes it comes back to haunt you. With enemies in the present and demons from the past, they must work together to survive. If not, then everything they love will face destruction. - (On Hiatus)

13. Powerless

Chapter 13: Powerless

Ayato POV

I opened my eyes to see a dimly lit room filled with cases and shelves. I hissed as I felt a raging pain in my head. It took me awhile to remember what happened. I finally remembered fighting the attacker and then being defeated. Then I shivered at the thought of his morphed smile. Trying to get up, I was held down by restraints on my wrist and legs. That was when I noticed that I was strapped by arms and legs on a metal table.

I heard footsteps approaching me. Emerging into the faint light, I saw my captor in a cloak. His hood was down, so I could see his cold eyes.

"You're awake."

"Are you here to torture me?"

Shrugging, he said, "Why would I need to torture you?"

"To try to force information out of me. It won't work."

"That would be unnecessary. I already have all the information you could tell me."

"Is that right?"

Sighing, he started talking again, "Ayato Uzuki: Thirteen years old, jinchuriki of the Zero-Tails, capable of using swift release, blood type A, right handed, and trained in strategizing."

I was surprised by his knowledge, but not alarmed. "So you know some basic information about me. You still have nothing of value."

Sighing again, he leaned closer to me. "You spent so much time with your mother because she fills the role of both parents. Your father hardly cares about anything you do, besides training. You hardly know anything about him, and he doesn't know anything about you. With your lack of siblings or a father, you grew attached to the Nara clan. Your teachers were Naras, so you became quite acquitted with the clan. You spend a large amount of your time with them, and you use them to fill the emptiness of a lack of family. Known as a prodigy, you fear of dying too young like most prodigies. Due to this, you try to deny your skills and claim to be an average person. You sometimes feel the Zero-Tails dark aura holding you down and darkening your emotions. Now for something you don't even realize. You spend all that time forming plans and strategies to avoid the fact that the absence of a father figure, coupled with the Zero-Tails, influences you to secluded yourself and lock yourself away. What do you think now?"

I was speechless. I never told anyone about those feelings, or the Zero-Tails influence. I never realized that I was locking myself away from other people. I felt a cold hand of fear clutch my heart. This is a new kind of fear. A fear created from knowing someone knew and everything about you, and things you had never known about yourself. A fear of complete powerlessness.

"Good. Looks like you finally stopped struggling. Time to begin."

He took a vial from the shelf and a cloth from his pocket. Removing the cork, he poured some of the clear substances onto the rag. He then wiped the rag just above my right elbow.

I looked on without resisting. I saw his eyes from behind the purple hair covering his face. They were cold and focused. They seemed to drain the last of my strength from me. During this moment, something seemed to scratch at the back of my head. Something was wrong, but I couldn't place what.

Done with the rag, he set it aside and pulled a small box from a shelf. Opening it up, he pulled out a syringe and a few vials. Attaching one vial to the syringe, he positioned the needle to the now numb area.

"This might sting a little bit."

He inserted the needle into one of my veins. It did slightly sting. Dark crimson blood quickly filled the vial. Removing and sealing the vial, he replaced it with a new one. He did this three more times. When he sealed the last vial, he replaced it with one filled with a blueish green substances inside. The substances quickly entered my bloodstream. After he was done, he put the vials back in the box, and placed the syringe in a bin underneath the table.

"We're done. The narcotic I gave will put you to sleep in a moment. I see you're scared. Don't worry. I'll return you to your friends while your asleep."

Feeling the sedative starting to take hold, I asked, "Why do you need my blood?"

He slightly smiled. "You don't need to know. Either way, I'm done with you."

The narcotic finally overtook me, and I quickly slipped away.