Next chapter up! Sorry if some words are misspelled, I cut my finger so it hurts to type really badly! Oh the things I go through for you, my lovelies...
A/N: This chapter shall be very informational indeed...:D You shall be pleased to see some of the mysteries come into full view. Well at least I hope you will be pleased.
"If writing looks like this, it is a flashback."
Disclaimer: Watashi wa shoyū shite inai naruto.
Sasuke's POV:
Who was Benny? At first it was hard to understand what the blonde had been saying, but after the second day, it became more clear. So who was this Benny? A friend of his? A pet he once owned? If it was one of his old lovers, I swear I would rip his fucking throat out. Tomorrow was Friday, and he would be coming. It wasn't going to be as amusing as I thought it was since the blonde wasn't even working, but there would be some satisfaction to it.
The freaks were in a frenzy. The cops showed up again yesterday and today investigating the missing bitch. They wouldn't find anything, once again, since Choji had unknowingly taken care of the evidence. They had just given up, and left more fliers and gone away. The cast were sure that Naruto had something to do with it, and it was funny as hell to me. Shikamaru kept shooting glares at me every chance he got, but I just brushed them off. The rag doll wouldn't ruin my fun again. Just wait till the freak saw what I had done with Naruto's face, he was going to have a field day.
The blonde had slept for two days straight, and if he didn't wake up by tonight, I was going to have to see what was wrong. The check up I had given him yesterday had given me some unsatisfying results, and I would have to be more careful with him or he would die. If he'd just behave, then it would not have had to come down to something like this.
I was sitting across from him, watching him sleep before the last show for the day began. "Nev'r crssed my path..." Again he was mumbling, at least it was an indication that he was alive. He had been saying really peculiar things lately, and maybe later I would investigate, but for now I would allow him to rest. I checked my watch, two minutes to show time. I got up and took one last look at his sleeping form before exiting.
Naruto's subconscious POV:
The sounds of a door opening and closing every once in a while graced my ears, but I couldn't open my eyes. Why? I was so tired, too sore...It was a hassle to even think straight. Was this punishment? Was it because of what I had done? It had to be, it was all my fault. Mine and that stupid rabbits'. I wanted to make that rabbit pay, I wanted to twist its fucking neck and make its existence disappear. But it was obvious that was impossible.
My chest had a faint burning, a normal thing now, but I couldn't move anything. I was pretty sore, but I still wanted to get up and move around. My eyelids were heavy and so was everything else on me. I seriously needed something to fix this, there had to be a way to wake up!
That stupid rabbit was hopping in and out of my vision again. He was taunting me, reminding me of a less happier time. Reminding me of home and what had once awaited me there. Even if it was crazy, I would destroy it, I would kill-
"Naruto?" Who was that? The rabbit? No, the rabbit was gone now...where had it gone? Never mind that, who was calling my name? There was a light pressure on my shoulder, who was touching me? "Naruto, get up! Please!" It was a familiar voice, it was-
Naruto's POV:
"Shika?" My eyes opened slowly and I blinked fast trying to adjust to the light that was streaming from the open door. I looked up into Shikamaru's brown worried eyes. "What are you doing here?" My voice was devoid of all emotion, I could barely even muster up the words. My eyes still felt heavy and I struggled to sit up.
"Naruto, what did he do to you?" His voice was low, hardly loud enough for me to hear him. The emotions running through his eyes all at once may have been unrecognizable, but his voice definitely read anger. I shivered at the thought of the ringmaster and the events that did this to me.
"It's nothing, really." I muttered. He cringed at the sound of my tired voice, and his eyes were tracing the bandages that I realized I had on.
The brunette shook his head, "this has gone on long enough, Naruto! He's fucking killing you!" I shrugged as best I could, "what do you want me to do about it? It's not like I can just leave."
He was angry, but he knew just as well that there wasn't anything I could do, "the cast all think you are some dangerous convict! You need to set them straight before things get even more out of hand!" Some dangerous convict? So that was the reason why the cast stayed away from me like the plague? It made sense, I supposed, but really?
That was what the cast thought I was? It was a little heart wrenching. "What am I supposed to do?" I grumbled, I was too tired to assess the situation fully.
"Naruto, enough is enough! I'm telling the cast the truth, now is your chance to tell them yourself before I do!"
I weakly waved my hand, "go ahead. It's not like there is anything that will change if they know or not. They are already disgusted by me."
"That's not true! They're afraid of you because they don't know anything about you so they made up their own assumptions!" I wanted to sleep again, I'd much rather be in my nightmares then face this reality right now.
"Shika, I don't care anymore, just go tell them if you want." My head was pounding and I was freezing! I pulled the covers closer around me, and watched Shikamaru trying to decide what to do.
"Naruto, you sure?" I nodded, "just go. It doesn't matter what happens, nothing will change." He moved away, and to my door,
"Naru, I swear that we'll do whatever we can and get you out of here." I heard him say gently. And then he was gone in the blink of an eye.
"No. There isn't a thing you can do." I muttered to myself as I laid back down. I closed my eyes. Nothing at all.
Sasuke's POV:
I guess the cat was going to be out of the bag now. I watched as Shikamaru quickly exited Naruto's building and went to the casts'. I must have forgotten to lock it after my last visit there. It was only a matter of time before some interesting events began to happen, and tomorrow as well would be eventful. I supposed my fox had woken up, since Shikamaru had such a determined look on his face.
He would have to eat, but I would wait until he had gotten more rest. He needed to eat something soon though, his life would be cut drastically short if he didn't stick to his new diet. Without his gallbladder things were difficult, but now they were even worse. It wasn't as if I had planned on it, but things didn't always go as planned. Something that happened a lot since the blonde had shown up.
It was inevitable to think that things wouldn't change by adding the blonde to the circus. He may not have done anything forward to stir things up, but his presence alone was enough. "S-sir? I've brought what y-you've requested." The blue freak thrust the bag she was carrying into my hands.
"Thank you Hinata." I had forgotten that I had sent Hinata on an errand to town earlier. She bowed quickly and returned to the cast building. Now she too would hear the news.
I had often sent Hinata into town to get whatever we needed, and it was quite a simple task. Much easier than people would think, I did after all have her wear a disguise when she went into town. The disguise wasn't anything too complicated, it was just a cloak that was big enough to cover her arms and face. There were never any problems before, and I didn't see any in the near future.
Looking through the bag, I identified all that I had asked for and was satisfied. Why couldn't the blonde be just a bit more like Hinata? Obedient and not so fucking loud and disagreeable. I shook out those thoughts before I could really get angry and walked to my own building. I placed the bag on my bed, which had taken a lot of time to bring back into the room. I sighed, I guess I would have to go feed the blonde now.
Grabbing the food I had placed aside for him, I exited my building and started towards his. I wondered if he was still asleep or not, but whichever it was, he wasn't going to be in a good mood in a couple of minutes. Opening the door, I could tell the blonde had gone back to sleep since Shikamaru's short visit. I walked towards him, and sat in the chair I had placed in the room next to the bed and placed his food on the small dresser.
His face was cringed, probably having his nightmares again. Maybe I should ask him what they were about? Would he tell me? Or would it make things even more awkward? Naruto's body was shivering and kept trying to burrow into the covers deeper, despite it being a hot day. He was most likely having a reaction to the stress and the pain from his missing gallbladder mixing together.
"B'nny...I'll t'ch you again and again til you r'lize that I'm not one to m'ss w'th..." More confusing words from the deranged blonde. And as always, as soon as he would finish a weird sentence, he would let out a violent tremor. I guess now was a better time to wake him up then ever.
"Oi, dobe. Get up." I called as I shook him.
"F'ck off..." He growled. I shook him rougher until he jumped up, shocked. "What the hell," the fox grumbled, rubbing his head. He turned his eyes to me and immediately stiffened. He shut his mouth and slowly removed his hand from his head.
If it wasn't so important that he ate right now, I would have enjoyed messing a little more with him. "Here. You need to eat something." I gave him the fruit and water bottle and held back a chuckle as he cautiously took it from me. His eyes never left mine, and didn't make any movements to eat. "Eat it, or I'll have to force you," I warned to which he immediately responded and began to eat. I watched with amusement as he would carefully look over the food and then take a little bite. He was reluctant to eat and it was as if eating itself was killing him.
As he ate, he kept his eyes focused on the food. I noticed his hands were slightly shaking, but from what? My presence? If that was the case, then good. It was as it should be. Maybe now was a good time to ask him what the dreams were about. It wasn't as if any other time would be more perfect. The cast would be thinking about this new bit of news that they received from Shikamaru, and the shows were over for the day. Plus, after tomorrow, Naruto wouldn't be in a mood to talk to anyone. "So tell me, who's Benny?" I decided it would be best to start from the weird name he mumbled about quite a bit.
He looked up from his food in shock, and it took all the blonde had to not drop it. "Wh-what?"
I rested my hand on my palm, "I said who's Benny?"
"How do you know about him?" There was a dulled pain in his eyes, but what was it from?
"You've been saying that name in your sleep for awhile now. That, and many other things." He was at a loss for words, and the shivering gave way to straight out shaking.
"Who is he?" I could tell that whoever Benny was, it had something painful behind it.
"Benny is...a rabbit." He whimpered.
"A rabbit?" Really? The nightmares were for some rabbit? What a disappointment. "So Benny was your pet or something?" I wasn't too interested now, but there had to be some reason why the nightmares involved some rabbit.
My fox shook his head, "no. Benny isn't a real rabbit, he's...a character." A character huh.
Still not too interesting, but I wanted to know nonetheless. "So Benny is a character, from what?"
"A cartoon I watched as a child." He breathed out.
"And why do you have nightmares from a child cartoon character?" He looked down at the covers, it was obvious he didn't want to talk about it but now I needed to know. "Tell me."
"I have nightmares because that cartoon was the death of my mother."
Naruto's POV:
Yes. The death of my mother. It seemed unreal that a childhood cartoon would be the death of my mother, but it was. "Go on, tell me more," the ringmaster cocked his head and gave me a questioning look. I didn't want to tell him.
It was something that haunted me for as long as I could remember. It wasn't something that I easily shared with friends, and I especially did not want to share with the ringmaster. The only one who knew about the incident with my mother was me, my father, and Kiba. No one else would know the truth, not even the police.
"I'm waiting." The patience he had been showing was now long gone. I swallowed hard.
"It's a long story..." I didn't know what other excuse to give.
"We've got nothing but time." The ringmaster said, waving his arm to show emphasis.
"Fine," I grumbled, "but it isn't something interesting." Sasuke shrugged and waited for me to start.
It was almost time for it to begin. Everyone from school had been talking about it for months, and said how great and amazing it was. Now, for the first time, I would get to see why it was so good. I had asked and asked countless times for a chance to see it, but was always told 'no' by both my mother and father.
My father had believed that the entertainment of the television had been made for men, not children and certainly not women. My mother, a once grand woman of spirit and hype but now a meek and fragile thing due to the abuse of my father, agreed.
It had always been this way. What my father said, went. No if, whats, or buts. If there was failure to complete his instructions to the fullest, someone was going to get beat to an inch of their lives. Unfortunately, that someone was ninety percent of the time my mother. It didn't matter who had screwed up, my mother would receive the punishment.
But my mother promised today that I would get to see this show, and it was only possible because my father would be late coming home from work today. I sat in front of the TV and watched as the opening credits began. It was a small happy tune, but there was an uneasiness in me. What if dad came home earlier then he said. What would happen? Would he yell and hit mommy again?
I unsuccessfully tried to focus on the show, and the name came up 'Fushigi no Kuni Alice,' or a Japanese adaption of Alice in Wonderland. It was recently aired, and immediately it was popular among all the children in my first grade class. As soon as it began, I was hooked. The animation, the adventure, and all the music was just so blended well together! "Oh Benny Rabbit, why do you relentlessly follow me?" I could hear come from the TV as the front door slammed open.
Dread filled my heart as I realized that dad was home. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shook as my dad came stomping towards me, his face holding a fierce expression. The scent of alcohol was radiating off him, and that spelled bad news.
At the commotion, I saw my mom rush in, and she realized why there had been so much tension in the air. "I let him watch it." She defended me, and pulled me behind her.
"You let him watch it? Why can't you get a fucking clue and learn when no means no!" My dad yelled, slapping my mom across the face causing her to fall back. My eyes widened when I saw my father take his pocket knife from his pants and he neared my mom.
"Dad! Stop it!" I yelled trying to grab his arm and pull him away.
"Get off me you little shit!" He growled shaking me off and throwing me across the room. He returned his attention back to my mom, "You'll pay. You've fucking crossed me for the last time!"
I wanted my mom to move, to try to stop him, try to get away! To do something! But she just sat there, waiting for him to strike. And strike he did. I watched in horror as he stabbed her multiple times in the chest, and what was worse, she didn't move or make a sound. She took it as if she felt she deserved it.
It was like magic that the light in her eyes went out as if they were never there. She slid to the floor silently, and my dad looked at me, anger still in his eyes. "This is your fault!" He growled angrily and strode towards me. I froze in fear as he grabbed me by the collar. "You're the reason she had to die. You wanted to watch a show, so now she's dead!" His words struck me hard, he was right. It was my fault that she had been killed.
"Stop crying!" He screamed and hit me hard in the stomach. I hadn't known I had been crying, and as I struggled for breath, he threw me onto the floor hard. "I've told you many times to behave, I have made myself clear many times. I"ll teach you again and again until you realize that I'm not one to mess with. You'll wish you never crossed my path, wish you obeyed, and wished you were never born."
"There. Satisfied?" I finished, not wanting to finish the rest. After those words, I was beaten really bad. Bad enough to make me go to the hospital and be treated for a week. No one questioned my dad as to how I had gotten so hurt, and no one ever would. When you're the most respected leader, you were never questioned. My mom's death had been ruled as a murder by a thief that had broken in.
My father was respected by his peers, he was a conman, a deceiver of those who were dumb enough to not see through all his sugar coating. If they could see how he reacted with his family, it would have been a different story. All the lies of that man went smoothly for him, and because of that, no one would ever see him for what he really was.
"I still don't understand." The deep voice cut through my thoughts aruptly.
I gazed annoyed at the ringmaster, "what do you mean you don't understand? Didn't I make it clear enough?"
"So tell me again why you're afraid of a rabbit."
I was getting mad, but I tried to keep it in check, "it isn't the rabbit I'm afraid of, it's my dad. That rabbit was part of a show that I had stupidly wanted to watch and it cost the life of my mother. If it weren't for that show, then I would not dream about the rabbit, and I would not be reminded of how my mother's death was my fault."
"Seems to me that the death of your mother wasn't your fault, but your father's." He scoffed.
I scowled, "you're just not understanding the point."
He shrugged this time, "maybe not. But whatever, it's not my problem." I jumped as he tossed me another fruit. "Eat. And you're to report to my building tomorrow and prepare for work."
Damn. More makeup. I nodded to show I understood. I watched as he got up and made his way to the door and he stopped halfway out, "and remember, no talking with the customers. We don't want a repeat of what happened last time do we? As much as Choji may like the leftovers, I can't have the police here every day while I'm trying to run a respectable circus." He slightly turned and gave me a smirk, "good night."
Sasuke's POV:
The mystery to why the blonde had those nightmares was now solved. It wasn't' what I had expected, but was a little amusing. The blonde thought he had it bad now, wait until tomorrow. He was going to see just how twisted and connected his life really was. How fun.
"S-sir?" I snapped from my thoughts and looked at the terror stricken Hinata.
"Yes?" Had she found out about Naruto yet?
"I-is it true? S-sir? Is it t-true what Shikam-maru said?" She looked pale.
I looked her in the eyes, "it all depends. What did he say?" I felt that playing dumb would be fun since it gave me a chance to watch her stutter her disbelief.
"You know what she's talking about Sasuke!" I smirked at the two headed freak.
"What makes you think that?" I replied innocently.
Sakura spoke first, "stop playing around, Sasuke! Did you or did you not kidnap Naruto and force him to stay here?"
"It's true," I said coolly. I had no remorse for what I had done, why should I?
"Are you the reason why he gets 'sick' and is unable to work?" Ino asked.
"I am." The news was a shock to them, they never would have guessed that I was responsible nor capable of such violence. I didn't blame them, I wouldn't either before I had met Naruto. The blonde had risen in me some unwanted emotions, and because of that, I was unable to let go of him.
The girl freaks were speechless, so I turned away from them and headed to my building. There wasn't anything I wanted to say to them, and they weren't going to talk, so what was the point of sticking around?
**Time Skip**
The blonde trudged warily into my building right on time, but his eyes indicated that he had not slept well as of late. "Sit down." I waved him to the bed and grabbed his food for the moment. As he ate, I worked carefully on his makeup. He hated it, I knew, but it was an actually good disguise to avoid recognition. So whether he liked it or not, it was the only way to keep him away from the police. His bandages were able to come off now, and scars on his cheeks actually helped to disguise him. They distinguished his face more, and made him look quite exotic.
He hadn't looked me in the eyes once since he had gotten into my building, and it made me wonder if it was because of the way I treated him or the story that he had told. Whatever it was, it would pass, I was sure. And today was the day that he was coming, and the information was something not even I could guess on. Yes, he had everything that was worth looking at, he was the best. If I needed information on something, he was the one to get it. It was never a hassle for him, and there was no way he would come back empty handed.
I put the finishing touches on the blonde's makeup. "There, now get to work. And remember the rules." I warned. He nodded, still not meeting my eyes and exited. His almost blank expression made me wonder if he had even noticed that I still hadn't put his collar back around his neck. He was probably so deep in his musings that he had not realized it yet.
Naruto's POV:
If anything, today would be torturous. My face was numb but burning at the same time. My whole body was stiff and aching, and the customers were staring at me in a half disgusted half amused look. I wanted to tell them to fuck off and stop staring at me, but I wasn't suppose to talk to them, so I endured the best I could. I kept my eyes away from theirs and worked in silence. A couple of people had tried to start conversations, but as soon as they realized how unwilling I was to participate, they shut up and walked on.
The silence was boring, and I really wanted to sit down. I doubt I was even capable of working for the whole day, but it was Friday so that was something to look sort of forward to. There had to be something interesting to think about to pass the time. But anytime I tried to think of something, my thoughts immediately wondered about either my father or the ringmaster's punishments. Where the hell were my good memories?
"You look very formidable." I looked up bored. "So you're the new worker for the circus, huh?" I stayed silent, and kept my eyes leveled to the speakers chest. By the sound of the voice, I could tell it was male, and much more older than me. "What's wrong? Don't speak much?" I was getting annoyed now. Couldn't he see I was in the mood to kick the shit out of something.
"Oh I see. My brother has already trained you, hasn't he." Brother? I made eye contact and met black obsidian eyes just like the ringmasters'. Yes, he must be the brother of the bastard, the resemblance was so uncanny. Unlike Sasuke's tufted and spiked hair, this man had long hair, but they both had that look of hatred and mischief playing and swirling around their eyes.
"I guess I'm right. But won't you at least tell me your name?" If this man was really Sasuke's brother, then was it OK to talk to him? I wasn't sure, but what I was sure of was I was not going to risk getting in trouble again like this. "Oh come now. Tell me your name." The man cocked his head, and leaned in closer to me, "did he do this to you?" I stiffened as he grabbed my sore cheek roughly.
"Itachi! Leave him alone."
The man called Itachi let out a sigh, "you ruin all the fun little brother." He let go somewhat reluctantly. I turned away from both of them and focused on something else. One Sasuke was enough, but a brother? That was definitely hell. "Naruto. Keep an eye on things, I'll be right back." The ringmaster called out before leading his brother to his building.
Keep an eye on things? What the hell was I keeping an eye on? The ringmaster was supposed to open the show right now, and the customers would get anxious if it didn't start soon. Whatever, it wasn't my problem. If the ringmaster wanted to keep them waiting, that was his call.
Sasuke's POV:
"What did you find out?" I asked after we both had been seated.
Itachi pulled out a folder from his coat, "the man has been found, and the family ties have been revealed as well."
I sighed, "so the blonde is related to him?"
My brother nodded, "it seems so." So the man that we had been searching for had finally been found, and it turns out that Naruto was related to him. Interesting indeed.
"Has this man's name been confirmed as well?" I asked, taking the folder from him.
"Yes, it has been confirmed that his name is Namikaze, Minato."
I looked at him in confusion, "Namikaze? Why is his last name different from Narutos'?"
He shrugged, "it seems that Naruto got his mother, Kushina Uzamaki's, last name instead. It isn't strange for the child to get his mothers' instead of his father's nowadays."
I suppose he was right. "So had MInato been looking for Naruto?"
Itachi pointed at the opened folder, "it seems that Naruto was always left home alone whenever his father went off on his trips, and his father had been gone for quite some time. He barely got home Monday and it is obvious that he was pissed when his son was nowhere to be seen."
"So has he sent out people to search for him yet?"
"No, but there was something I actually forgot to mention. He didn't come back alone."
I knew that look, and it only could mean one thing, "let me guess. He made another one." His nodding confirmed what I had already known. "Great, so where is this one at?"
"I left him to run around the grounds. He is really unstable, and afraid of others so he may be hard to work with."
I sighed and rubbed my head, "what's his name and age."
"Let me warn you, Kaguya, Kimimaro is quite younger than the other cast members."
"How old is he Itachi." I growled.
"...Ten." A ten year old? Fuck! How was I supposed to work with a cast member that was only ten years old? "Don't worry about it. He'll be a great addition to your circus cast, he just needs a little fox magic."
Naruto's POV:
I guess the cast were prepared when it came to the ringmaster not showing up and running the show. Shikamaru was leading it, and I supposed it would work out. I leaned on my arm, it was boring out here doing nothing. I had already picked up any trash that littered the ground and the show wouldn't end for another twenty minutes. And who knew when the ringmaster would come back.
A sudden movement caught my eye. I turned to look and saw a small child hunched behind one of the trees staring at me. Whose child was it? Had he left the big tent to go to the bathroom, but got lost on the way? I debated whether or not to go see what was wrong, and decided that it wouldn't hurt to see what was wrong with the child. I walked towards him and he crouched lower to the ground in fear.
He looked ready to run, but it was as if the fear had held him in place. "What's wrong? You lost?" I finally reached him, and got a good look at him. He had white hair and two red dots on his forehead. There was fear radiating from his teal eyes, and on further inspection, I could see white bones actually sticking out from his body. So he wasn't one of the customer's children. "Are you a new member for this circus?"
He nodded fast, and shied a little more away from me. I smile at him, "come on. You can wait with me at the ticket booth until the ringmaster comes back." I held out my hand and he looked at it cautiously before timidly taking it. I led him back to the booth and he wouldn't let go of my hand. I didn't mind though. His grip was strong for such a small child and he kept his eyes trained on the ground.
"I'm Naruto, what's your name?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
"Kaguya, Kimimaro." His voice was so low I had to strain to hear him. "How old are you?" He looked to be six or seven.
"Ten." Ten years old? Even so, he was so small, he had to be a little malnutritioned. "N-naruto?"
"Yes?" I gave him a smile, trying to encourage the young child.
Kimimaro looked up to meet my eyes, "why do you work here if you're not a freak?"
I shook my head, "nobody who works here is a freak. They are people. No matter how different they look from others, and what people say." His expression was one of surprise, and he looked at me in disbelief but stayed quiet. The sound of customers leaving made us both jump, and the white haired boy let go of my hand and clung to my shirt. He buried himself in my shirt as if he was trying to disappear. It must have worked since the leaving customers didn't give us a second glance.
Finally they all left, leaving behind their stupid mess as usual. "Naruto, we have to talk." I looked up and saw Ino and Sakura walking towards me. "Why the hell didn't you tell us the ringmaster was doing those kinds of things to you!" Ino seethed.
"Can we talk about this another time guys." I really didn't want to have this conversation with a little kid hanging off of me.
"No! This can't wait! It was one thing to be beaten by him, but raped? Naruto, why didn't you just-"
"Hey Naruto, who's the kid?"Ino interrupted Sakura, finally spotting Kimimaro.
By this time, my face had gone white. Why the hell did Sakura say it so shamelessly, and in front of a child no less. "That's the new recruit for the circus." Four heads turned to the ringmaster and his brother coming towards the booth. "I see he's already acquitted himself to Naruto." Itachi observed.
"Sir." Ino and Sakura bowed somewhat reluctantly before hastily retreating.
"Naruto. From today on, you're in charge of Kimimaro. Teach him to be a performer, no if or buts. Understood." Sasuke commanded. I nodded and stayed silent. I didn't have anything to say to him, so why waste my breath? "Good."
Itachi let out a small laugh, "harsh as always younger brother. I suppose I shouldn't expect anything to have changed from my last visit."
Sasuke growled, "shut up Itachi. Just because you are my older brother, doesn't mean I have to show you any respect." I watched the exchange with a little amusement. It was fun to see Sasuke so flustered by someone he couldn't touch. A short movement in my shirt made me remember about Kimimaro. He hadn't turned once since the customers had left, and he continued to cling to me as if his life depended on it.
"Well little brother, I leave Kimimaro in your hands. Or Naruto's hands, more like it." He gave a small half wave and departed without another word.
"I'm telling you right now, Naruto. Kimimaro was made by the same man as the other cast members. So be cautious. Here." The ringmaster thrust two objects in my hand before returning to his post in the big tent.
"Stupid bastard," I muttered under my breath as I looked at the protein bar and my forgotten collar in my hand. I placed the collar back around my neck before opening the protein bar. I handed it to Kimimaro, he definitely needed it more than I did.
He unlatched from my shirt and took it tentatively, looking at me unsure. "Go ahead, eat it. It looks as if you haven't eaten in weeks." He gave me a nod of confirmation and ate quickly as if he were afraid I would change my mind. After the white haired boy finished he clung to me again.
"Thank you." His muffled voice said. I patted his head gently, "don't thank me, you needed it much more than I did." Kimimaro pulled slightly away from me, "the man that I lived with before never let me eat a lot."
"Man? You mean your father?"
He shook his head, "no, my family was murdered."
Murdered? "Then what man?" There was fear in his eyes, and I thought he was going to run away, but he stayed put.
"The scientist who sent those people to kill off my family. He said his name was Minato." My eyes widened. Minato? My father? Before I had been forced to live here, he left saying he would be getting some resources and hopefully come back with a new discovery. As he had said many other times. Sasuke had said that Kimimaro was made by the same scientist as the other cast members.
So were my father's discoveries the mutations of the cast members? If that was the case, then that meant that it was my father who caused this kind of lifestyle for them, and it also meant that I was part of the blame.
End of Chapter 7. So was it informational enough for you? Sorry about making Kimimaro young, I just love him and felt he would be perfect to be part of the cast.
Did any of you see that coming? Haha, I think I made it a bit obvious...Anyways, I have some bad news. I am going back to school on Wednesday so I may take a long time updating my stories. I'm not allowed to go on the internet on weekdays, but I'll try to update the best I can.
Well, until next time. Ja Ne!
