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Chapter 7 — Pee

Always go to the bathroom when you have a chance.
-King George V

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{Sai's Perspective}

Sai had seen plenty of things both in and outside in Konohagakure. He even learned more about the world through the books he rented from the library prior to being assigned into Team Kakashi and that only continued through his time with his new team. Even the books were incredibly informative, such as telling him about the weather patterns and seasons — which the book in particular had gotten wrong for this season. These last couple of days were filled with rain when it should had been a warm season instead. Still, as much as books were informative to him, there were subjects and matters that confused him. For instance, when it came to friendship and giving people nicknames — the advice he took didn't go too well for him in person. Another confusing matter was the bonds that his teammates Naruto and Sakura had spoken to him about. He couldn't quite grasp what it meant but it was significant enough to cause others into a reaction, for instance Naruto with the traitorous Sasuke Uchiha.

Then there was this situation.

Even he had seen how perplexed Sakura was when she first came upon the female and the shock that resulted after she tried to help her. Had it not been for Team Leader Yamato, this strange situation could had ended in tragedy for Sakura. Still, even with the potential of a loss of life, he had learned something from it.

How was it possible that a live, breathing, human could both exist in plain sight and be a ghost at the same time? While he was displeased that he couldn't had seen her full abilities, he knew that despite her appearing as a defenseless idiot, she could very well be dangerous. A ghost could very well be a perfect soldier or weapon if that were to be her situation. It wasn't unheard of inanimate objects holding in a powerful life force for another's disposal.

Just as he had found her, he was also there when she had awoken up. Granted, this time around, he wasn't alone when she started speaking — if he could call it speaking. It was all foreign to him or gibberish but he had quickly concluded it would be of no use to seek out any information from her — whether out here in the wilderness or when taken in. While verbal communication was out of the question, he could tell she was able to communicate in a peculiar way. Where it not that she still possessed her tongue, he would had assumed her to being a mute. Though it was a common protocol to bound their prisoners' hands, she still relied on hand gestures to get across the message she wanted to pass on, for instance her need for water.

'Such a very basic human need.'

While very much alive, she was a Ghost to him and another subject he knew they would be interested in.

"Despite the show she's putting on and the bizarre language," Yamato continued as Sai refocused on him again. "Do not let your guard down. Common knowledge state she should not be able to perform anything — but there she is like a puppet, empty from within with no evident life force."

"A puppet or a Ghost," Sai stated as the two glanced towards their strange prisoner. "Would not be farfetched to think she's being manipulated from afar, would it then?"

"We are not in an appropriate location to thoroughly check for marks on her, but if that were to be the case this would be easy to solve once we return to the village. But common knowledge is that every thing that is alive in this world has their own life force that can be sensed." Yamato finished as he turned to leave the room. "Yet we cannot sense her and clearly she's very much alive."

"Like a Ghost," he thought to himself.

{Ariadna's Perspective}

While there was no way I could pick out the string of words the two had spoken and much less understand what they were saying, it still did not take a genius to figure they were speaking about me. Their glances literally said it all. Amazing how actions could really speak louder than words. Even though I could not understand their gibberish — for a lack of a better word — I sensed they were speaking in sentences rather than in short punctuated words. If you were to speak in a sentence, your words were usually strung together which is how I came upon this conclusion. If there was one thing that kept being repeated, the one things that was easier for me to pick on, it was the boy's name — Sigh.

When I handed back the bottle I drank from, the Paramilitary man called him by the same word and he responded. This interaction and association continued up until Paramilitary man left. So it didn't take a wild guess that was his name: Sigh. Granted, it sounded a lot more like a verb than an actual name and probably even spelled differently. Even so, it was close to impossible to even try to pin the strange sounding name to a country. For all I knew, it could very well be a nickname. I suppose it was a fitting name for a strangely dressed albeit handsome person who so happened to had been assigned the babysitting job — watching over me.

After Paramilitary man had left, I scooted to the nearest corner of the room. By the time I made myself comfortable — a rather hard thing to do —, the light in the room had dimmed considerably but not enough to miss out on Sigh's dark silhouette walking towards the opposite side of the room. After a while of staring into the darkness and avoiding staring at Sigh's direction who was seated at the opposite side from where I was, I somehow had fallen asleep. What stirred me awake was not the sun that streamed through the small window but something else entirely different.

Something more…. physical.

My bladder.

It was natural, it was to be expected but how the hell would I had known? Yes, common sense stated that once you drank something in large quantities it also must come out. So how was I supposed to take that into consideration while I was dying of thirst? Who would in their right mind choose to opt out of placating their thirst for the fear of needing to relieve themselves afterwards? This was to be expected and that only left me to deal with the aftermath. Had I still been in the forest and alone, this situation would not been a situation in the first place. Honestly, what was the point of even thinking about this? I had to do something. I was definitely not about to have an accident while under the care of this Sigh person. Who, by the looks of it, looked to be occupied by something on his lap. A book? Tablet? I couldn't tell nor did I care.

Shit.

How was I supposed to tell him I needed to use a restroom?

"Shit," I muttered to myself and yet no reaction from him.

Was there even a restroom in this place? If going by the room itself, I had to say this was more like a wooden shack than an actual building with amenities.

I had to do something.

"Sigh," I uttered.

Sigh couldn't really be his name, could it? Though a common word to express an action in the English language, it couldn't possibly be a name. From which country could that had originated from if it were? At best, it could very well be a nickname.

"Hey, Si-" I caught his attention.

I honestly wasn't expecting him to actually react to my calling his name — was actually hoping I'd still have time to come up with something to tell him what I needed. Honestly though, there was something I would have preferred not to resort to doing…. that. I mean, if he was a she that would have made a whole world of difference but alas, that was not the case.

Other than the option of soiling myself like a barely-being-toilet-trained-toddler, my last resort was the pee dance. That one dance that could really get your message across and fitting for a four year old child. With that as my only option, I prepared myself to physically stand up from where I sat.

Should've been an easy feat to accomplish, right? I had the wall behind me for support and since my thirst had been quenched, it should be easier to handle myself this time around — how hard could that be? Oh, I don't know. Having Sigh stare as you struggled to get up was not exactly encouraging. Hell, I could feel myself madly blushing at this mere task. Goes without saying I avoided looking at his direction.

"You need to relieve yourself, don't you?"

Yet I turned and looked at him, my face still feeling incredibly warm. Instead of seeing his usual expression — or lack thereof — there was a smile on his face. An actual nice smile. Granted, there was nothing out of the norm from the looks of it but he was still smiling. Why the hell was he smiling for?

"What?" I flatly asked as I stood awkwardly against the wall. "Am I amusing you?"

Still holding that smile, I watched him close whatever he had on his lap as he easily stood up from where he sat. Without saying anything else, he turned and walked out of the room.

Feeling a bit off with the thought that Sigh possibly left the room with a smile on his face while I needed a toilet, I readjusted my position until I completely and comfortably leaned against the wall. Then it hit me. What if he went and fetched for the other guy, the Paramilitary man? Hold up — even if they had an idea that I needed to use the bathroom, would it be one of them to watch me over as I do my business? Clearly they believed I was a threat or else I wouldn't have my wrists tied, so how would… it work out…?

Oh.

Hell no!

Surely they don't believe I would run away? How could I? Even with my wrists untied, I would not even have the same energy as before. While I was moderately content with quenching my thirst, my stomach on the other hand kept reminding me that I needed something to eat. Add on top of that, I didn't feel in 'tip top shape' to sprint off. Where would my energy even come from?

I groaned as I pressed the back of my head against the wall.

As soon as I heard the door click, I quickly pulled myself off the wall and stood firmly as best as I could. I had expected to see Sigh or Paramilitary man but it was someone entirely different and definitely not male.

While I definitely noticed her clothes — what was it with these people and their strange clothes? — it was her hair that caught my attention. I'd seen plenty of people with dyed hair but none of them looked as natural as it did on her and I wasn't speaking about your common hair colors either. Hers happened to be pink. It was not shocking pink but more on the softer side, not quite pastel pink but… soft. Yet her hair color meshed well with her emerald colored eyes and near-like porcelain skin. Never in my life had I been this enthralled with someone's appearance.

"So you'd like to go to the bathroom, hm?"

I sensed myself nodding at her question but quickly stopped which in turn caused the girl to arch an eyebrow.

"Bathroom?"

It was singular as she slowly pronounced it. I wanted to repeat what I heard but I stopped. What I noticed was the similarity to the word Sigh had used before he disappeared earlier.

"I was informed of this – your way of not understanding what we're saying. Whether you're truly an Akatsuki or not is yet to be seen, because for all we know you might be playing a role," the girl finished as she crossed her arms over her chest.

I audibly sighed — what was it with these people assuming I understood what they were saying? But that question was soon forgotten when it hit me that was a female, a girl who I could easily tell that I needed to use a toilet. While still embarrassing that I needed to resort to this, I rather have her than Sigh or the Paramilitary man watch me.

Awkwardly, I crossed my legs and placed my bound wrists over myself before I did my little jig. Seriously, if a toddler could pull this off than she should be able to understand what I was doing. As I felt my cheeks start to flush once again, I stopped when I heard her chuckle. I could really feel my face heating up.

Lovely, I amused her.

"You're going long ways to prove who you're not," the girl said as she dropped her arms to her side. "We'll see how that last. Follow me so you can do your business," she turned and walked towards the door.

There was something different about her, so unlike from the last two who I had the pleasure of meeting. If I didn't know any better – which I didn't – I would had thought she was being condescending. I perked up when she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"What are you standing there for? Follow me." With a slight movement of her head, I knew she wanted me to follow her.

She was demanding, that tone was certainly unmistakable.


Author's Note:

So! I have decided to include "their language" in the story so you, the reader, know what's going on while leaving Ariadna clueless. All their language would be italicized just to better differentiate between her and their languages.

Now my response from last chapter's question:

{Where is the most uncomfortable place you have ever slept?}

I see what some of you guys did in regards to necks, but you all still have a point though and I'll be another one echoing the same response, sorta. My answer would have to be on an airplane. Without one of those neck pillows, expect your neck to be bothersome during and afterwards x)

Now for this chapter's question….

[What's quickly becoming obsolete in your opinion?]

Until next time, thanks for reading!