Chapter 3

"Konan, can you check on the Nine Tails for me? I would myself but I don't think I'd get very far with him in this condition."

Konan flinched. The jinjuriki.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I believe he has a fever. And I simply don't have the patience when it comes to that boy. I'd probably make it worse."

Konan nodded slowly, Tobi was the only one who'd had contact with the Jinjuriki since his arrival. He'd kept everyone off limits. But now, suddenly, he needed her help?

It must be a bad fever then.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Remember, he cannot die."

"I know."

Konan opened the door quietly and looked at the boy. He was passed out quietly on the floor, sleeping silently against the metal. Long shackles from the wall were attached to his hands. She could see bandages peeking out from behind them. He only wore some orange pants. Hardly fit for the weather here.

His face was rather peculiar. Three stripes across his face, almost like whiskers. His face was flushed, eyes heavy from exhaustion and tears.

He shook slightly, coughing once or twice, and cuddling in on himself.

Like an animal.

She walked over to him to feel his head and glanced at the boy's chest. A seal made of black ink marked it, only intensified by his tan body. Had it always been there or had they agitated the seal?

It was large and complicated, a strong seal. It would be very difficult to break.

Konan didn't like this. She never had. Killing people wasn't something she found very appealing. And killing children… it sent shivers down her spine. They had already gotten two jinjuriki. They were both adults...thankfully.

She didn't want to do this, but she wasn't ever going to leave Nagato. She'd follow him, no matter where, no matter what.

The boy didn't seem to notice him, which was probably for the best.

His hair was frizzy and stuck out of a lot of places. It reminded Konan of Yahiko's hair. That probably wasn't good.

Konan got a warm wet rag and placed it on the boy's forehead. His body shivered, his bare chest in such a cold room is probably why he was so sick.

She returned to the room with an extra baggy shirt. There was no small clothing considering he was the only child here.

She lifted the boy, who'd fallen asleep. She put on the shirt and laid him down on the ground. It was better but he was still cold.

Konan left, closing the door halfway. She started walking when she heard the door shut loud.

"Make sure you always close it. He's slippier than you think."

"If you're so worried about him escaping, why are we waiting?"

Madara walked with Konan to the closet. She fumbled through, trying to find a blanket.

"You are aware that he's the nine tails jinjuriki?"

"Yes I am." Konan said her voice softer than usual.

"It's the biggest piece and therefore, must be last. If we were to try now, the gedo statue would fall apart. Believe me, if I could have, he'd already be dead."

Konan couldn't help it, the shiver ran down her spine. It always did.

She'd never get used to this…

"So how long? How long do we keep him like that?"

"However long it takes." He walked off, leaving Konan outside the door.

She went inside.

Like she expected, he was still lying on the floor. The boy was still asleep, still shivering, but less so.

She laid the blanket over the boy and closed the door.

Yahiko, this is for Yahiko…

Would Yahiko like this?

*Another author note, I have a crippling addiction to writing in other perspectives. Don't expect this to be a thing, unless it turns into idk, this is like publishing a first draft and lettin the internet into ur process*