"Itachi...I'm so sorry…" I looked over at the sleeping body as Soku talked in his sleep. It seems he's been at the Akastuki base ever since losing his little brother in that fight. I hated keeping him bound to the hospital bed but he's unstable and I'm afraid of what he might do should he ever wake. Soku started struggling in his bindings and snaps could be heard as he broke his own wrists from whatever was freaking him out. Jiraiya joined me in the room as he heard the struggling and quickly held down Soku while I patted his face to wake him up.
"Soku wake up!" His eyes opened and the expression that was within them was pure pain, and I didn't mean physical pain. Soku looked broken as he sink back into the bed and stared blankly at the wall. Jiraiya unbound him and helped him sit up.
"Soku? I need to know if you want me to care for your wrists." He held up his arms and a blue aura sureounded them and healed them. He shook his head no and looked over at me, he then looked back at Jiraiya, who seemed to get some kind of signal and stood up to leave. He pat my shoulder before fully exiting.
"I know...its a lot to ask…especially coming from someone you once tortured yourself…but, can you lay with me?" His request caught me off guard, but, seeing the pain in his eyes told me he really needed it. I wanted to ask what happened to make him this way but I was nervous of his reaction. I climbed onto the hospital bed and Soku snuggled into my side.
"What happened at the Akatsuki base?" The question left my mouth before I could stop it but Soku didn't seem to mind.
"Your old friend…Obito...he wanted to harness my power and make me kill the Akatsuki, I fell for Itachi, and he used Sasuke against me. I made everyone forget me so if Obito succeeded or killed me, it'd hurt everyone less."
"Obito is dead." He shook his head.
"I saw his memories, he survived but blames all of you." I crawled on top of Soku out of anger, why was he lying to me?! I wrapped my hands around his throat and pressed as hard as I could. He coughed and gasped but he never did grab at my hands or struggle. When he was close to passing out I released him and got off the bed. I walked out of the room and gripped at my hair. I felt so stupid for hurting Soku when he was already as down as he could be. I heard glass shattering and as I ran back in his room Soku was gone. I knew I had to find him, especially with the way he is now.