A/N: Here's the fifth chappie. Hope you like ! Well…things are going to begin to get serious in this chapter and the characters will be more involved so here it is!
Hyuuga Neji lay in a bed in room 107 at the Konoha hospital while a frantic Hinata hurriedly explained the dire situation to her teammate and his dog. They stood at the lobby of the hospital as Kiba unsuccessfully tried to calm his teammate down. "K-Kiba," she told him as he listened carefully, "We must save Naruto as soon as possible."
Kiba was quite surprised by the story that Hinata had told him not too long ago. It was apparent that Neji had been kidnapped and was being held hostage in a secret dungeonjust outsidethe village hidden in the sand. A ransom note had been sent to the poor girl demanding Naruto in return for her fellow Hyuuga clan member. Thinking logically, Hinata had realized that Konoha was doomed if another village was to discover the secrets of the superior bloodline trait Byakugan known only to the exclusive Hyuuga clan members. She had reluctantly kidnapped Naruto, stealthily exited Konoha and retrieved Neji.
What bothered Kiba was how Neji, member of the noble Hyuuga clan of Konoha, could be captured so easily, even with his blood advantage. And why was it that the mastermind behind all this treachery had not taken Naruto directly? This was an unsettling and suspicious situation and was to be handled by the top ninjas of Konoha. It seemed as though another invasion of Konoha was approaching.
"Don't worry, Hinata," he told his worried teammate, "Gondaime will be here soon." Kiba, fierce and beastly Kiba, had always had a soft spot for the shy girl.
As if on cue, Tsunade burst into the lobby and approached the two young ninjas instantly.
"Where is he?" she asked Hinata hurriedly, "Where is Neji?"
"Hokage-sama!" yelled a hospital attendant from down the hall. An urgent tone flew threw her voice, "Hokage-sama! You must take a look at this!" The attendant came from Neji's room, room107, and in an instant, Tsunade was at the scene.
Confused, Hinata stood up and began to walk to the room herself, Kiba slowly following behind. As they approached, a fair number of medic-nins burst out of the room, a sick expression plastered onto their faces.
"Don't let the Hyuuga in!" heard Hinata as she came closer and closer to the room. The voice was Tsunade's and she sounded frightened. Kiba gripped her hand, he too worried about what was happening in the room. As she was about to enter, a medic-nin came out and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Hyuuga-sama," he said, pity in his eyes, "I advise you not to go in. It is the orders of the Hokage."
This made Hinata even more frightened. What on earth could be happening in that room? She was determined to find out, one way or another, and nothing was going to stop her.
She formed a seal with her two trembling hands before unleashing the power of her superior blood.
"Byakugan!"
The sight she saw inside of the room made her blood run cold. Time itself stopped in its tracks and cold tears fell from her white eyes.
Kiba pushed passed the medic-nin yelling, "What's happening! Let me see!"
He only found himself stumbling out of the room, clutching his stomach. Akamaru whimpered and backed away from the room slowly, legs shaking frantically.
The sight in the room would have made anybody sick. Yes, a site that was gruesome indeed.
Sasuke and Yososhi sat across from each other at a local, quiet restaurant. Here, they would not be bothered. They sat, staring intensely at each other, waiting for the one to speak first.
"Why do you want to talk about him?" asked Yososhi, now avoiding eye contact completely.
"I deserve the right to know," he replied calmly.
"Know what?" she asked, though Sasuke knew perfectly well that she knew what he was talking about.
"How he died!" there went his calm resolve as he raised his voice and attracted the stares of the surrounding customers.
Yososhi kept silent and still refused to make eye contact.
"He died," she said, her eyes softening, "That's all there is to it."
The raven-haired teen heard a slight waver in her voice and knew there was much more to the death of his former sensei.
He remembered the man quite well, though it had been years since he last saw him. He remembered a tall figure with hollow, gray eyes. He remembered short, messy, violet hair that stuck out in every direction. He remembered a bandaged arm and a terribly scarred face. He remembered a sword that hung from his shoulders and a voice as deep as the night. He remembered everything.
Flashback
"Father," an eight-year old Sasuke said, wincing at the heavy backpack he was carrying, "Where are we going?"
"Patience son," came the vague reply.
The rest of the walk was experienced in silence and hours later they finally reached their destination.
They seemed to have reached the center of a large forest and Sasuke was confused as to why they were here. His father performed many complicated hand seals and as he finished, the trees that mere minutes ago had been in front of the confused child disappeared to be replaced by a small wooden home.
"A strong genjutsu," his father explained as they approached the cabin.
At the doorway stood a smiling man with a horrible scar across his face that extended from the bottom of his left eye to the bottom of his right cheek.
"Yososhi," he called to the inside of the cabin with a voice as deep as the night, "our guests have arrived."
At the doorway, beside the scarred man, emerged a small blonde girl about the same age as our young Sasuke. She hid behind a teddy bear that she embraced tightly in her arms. Sasuke thought that she vaguely resembled a cat because of the three whisker-like scars on either one of her cheeks.
"Hello," she said softly. A shy girl, she was.
Sasuke then proceeded to observe the man who was now shaking hands with his father. Immediately, the feature that stood out the most was his eyes. Hollow, gray eyes fit for a porcelain doll. They looked as if they were made of glass. Anybody would be able to tell these were not normal eyes.
He and his father stepped inside the cabin and Sasuke took his first steps towards the events that lead to himself today and to being the only connection between the young girl and her brother.
End of Flashback
As Sakura approached the Konoha hospital, she noticed a stunned Hinata walking shakily outside with a blanket draped around her shoulders. Kiba followed closely with Akamaru on his head, both wearing the same fearful expression.
Sakura had heard that the Hokage would be here and planned to tell her about Naruto's abduction.
Instead, she made her way towards Hinata, curious about what frightful event was taking place.
"Hinata-sama," she said as she attempted to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Instead, she found herself surprised as her hand was swatted away and the frightened girl let out a soft sob.
She turned to Kiba who stood still, stunned and looking down at the floor.
Sakura ran into the hospital thinking that she was prepared for anything that might be happening. She was indeed wrong.
Inside, she found plenty of medic-nins crowded around one room, room 107,a couple of them clutching their stomachs and kneeling on the floor. She approached the room cautiously and found that strands of yellow tape blocked off the doorway.
Before she could take a look inside the room, a medic-nin had fortunately caught site of her.
"Excuse me," the medic-nin said tenderly, "You cannot pass any further than this without proper authority." She smiled sweetly but her eyes were filled with fear.
Sakura paid no attention to the woman and just stood still, staring in the direction of the dark room. She caught a glimpse of said room and stood stunned for she could see that the walls were covered with blood. Room 107 with walls covered in blood.
Naruto had been walking for quite some time, the flickering light of a torch he had taken off a wall guiding his path. He had decided that staying in one room would not help the situation in any way at all and so he made his ways down the dark halls. Hall after hall, room after room he walked. He didn't seem to be getting anywhere and felt too weak to try and break through the wretched walls.
There seemed to be no end to wherever he was. It just kept going and going until forever. Like a giant and horrible maze. And in this huge maze, the poor blonde felt surprisingly small and unbearably lonely. The affects of the horrible maze were beginning to make their way to the teen.
He entered another room and continued to walk until he suddenly tripped over something that lay on the sand-covered floor.
"Damn it," he said to himself as the sand broke his fall.
He seemed to have dropped his torch and began to crawl towards its light.
As he approached the torch, he realized that it lay by the figure he had tripped over and helped to illuminate whatever it was. Closer and closer he crawled, the light growing brighter and the figure growing clearer. Finally he came close enough to pick up his dropped torch and he saw that whatever he tripped on was not a 'what'. It was most definitely a 'who'. He had tripped over a person who lay on the sand and as the teen put the torch closer to his face, he spotted a horrible scar that extended from the bottom of the person's left eye to the bottom of his right cheek.
Maybe he wasn't so alone after all.
A/N: Sorry for the lame chapter. I had a really bad case of writer's block with this and I sprained my right arm on a skiing trip. Skiing is fun! Anyway, did you like? Did you hate? Hopefully my storyline will get better.
P.S: I've been receiving a MASSIVE case of writer's block lately so if you give me an idea, i'll be eternally grateful to you and dedicate a one-shot of your choice to you. Reviews are always nice :)