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Chapter 6

I felt a cool air blow into my ear. I turned over and squinted at the sunlight that was streaming from the windows.

"Sieto."

I looked up to see Chiyoko's smiling face.

I smiled secretly to myself and dug my face into the pillows. "What…?" I moaned playfully. "I was sleeping!"

I felt a pillow hit me on the back of my head. "Sieto, you tease! I saw your eyes!" I heard her laugh.

I flipped over onto my back, smiling as big as I possibly could. I extended my fingers and began to lace them through her soft brown hair. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked staring out of the open window that she must've opened moment's before.

Chiyoko laid back down, allowing me to play with her hair. "Yes. Indeed it is. This place could be nothing but."

"That's true," I agreed. "It's nothing less of a paradise.

I woke up as soon as I heard that horrid iron door open. I lay still, hoping that if I didn't draw any attention to myself, they would leave me alone. The pain of the welts from yesterday (at least I think it was yesterday, maybe it was only a few hours for all I knew…you couldn't tell any time from down here) were finally catching up to me.

I felt a big hand dive down onto the back of my throat to haul me upwards. I made a sort of a squealing sound when the skin around my neck tightened. I looked at the person. It was the same male servant from yesterday. He silently took me out of the cell and placed me onto the ground. I looked up at him blankly. What was going on?

The servant closed and locked the cell door behind him.

The servant stooped down and pulled out a key from his pocket. He took the key and placed it in the lock of the chains that were on my ankles and freed me. My jaw dropped, was he letting me go?

The servant threw the chains to the side and put the key back into his pocket. He pulled his hand out and a leather collar with it. His other hand shot out and grabbed me from the back of my neck again to hold me while he strapped the collar on. Once he was done with the job, he let me go.

It was a trial for me to breathe. The collar was tight, but not tight enough to not allow me to breathe at all. I glared at the servant.

"Follow me and don't cause any trouble," he nodded over at the collar that was around my neck. "You'll regret."

If I could gulp, I would've. But I couldn't since the collar was on too tightly to allow me to do that simple task.

The servant straightened and began to walk down the hall. I quickly began to follow, not wanting to 'regret' anything.

We made a few turns, but basically we were in the same hall. It all looked the same. A few prison doors and a couple of torches here and there to create enough light to see what you needed to see in front of you.

Finally, we reached a door. It wasn't made of metal, but of wood. He opened the door. Inside was a small room that was lighted by a few light bulbs. Inside were a few benches and two teenagers sitting on them chatting animatedly, not having a care in the world.

The servant pushed me in when I didn't move. The servant looked up at the two young boys. "When Trinamaki-sama is ready, take him," he said, pointing at me.

One of the boys, the one with silver hair looked back at him. "Sure."

The servant bowed and left the room, leaving me alone with the two boys.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't know if it was because of the room or because the boys seemed so much younger and carefree than anyone else here, but I felt a lot more comfortable. I seemed almost at ease.

But I still went over to the bench farthest away from the boys and sat there. There was no need for me to not continue putting up my guard.

One of the boys, with a dark ponytail and a scar across his nose took notice of me first. He jabbed the silver haired boy in the stomach. "Heh. Look at him! He's new! Hey kid! What's your name?" he asked jeeringly.

I felt like punching his head and yell at him and ask if he's realized what I've been through for the past twenty four hours.

But I didn't.

I put my head down. I shouldn't bring any attention to myself. "Sieto," I answered meekly. Just answer. Short and simple answers. If I did what they wanted, the sooner they would leave me alone and the sooner they left me alone, the sooner I would be able to find my way out of here.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the silver haired kid smirk. "So you must be Kuremiana-sama's new pet!"

I put my head up and hissed angrily under my breath.

The brown haired kid gave him a small push. "Don't talk like that!" he said hurriedly. "They're dangerous, remember?" He looked anxious.

The silver haired boy crossed his arms across his chest and began to huff. "You were the one that asked for his name, but look at his collar."

The boy did so.

"No demon stone. He's as harmless as Gai," he replied casually. "Besides, if he tries anything, the collar automatically begins to tighten, remember?"

Oh great. Now I have a collar that will choke the life out of me with one wrong move. Maybe if I could get it off…

"What if he can get it off?" the younger one asked timidly.

One point for the kid. Glad he could read my thoughts and get the question answered for me. I grinned, trying to seem as demon-like as possible. He flinched.

The silver haired kid rolled his eyes in frustration. "Come off it. Everyone knows they can't take it off. Kuremiana uses demonic chakra to seal it. Once it's on, it can never come off." He looked down at me. "Wipe that smirk off your face," he said coldly.

I immediately obeyed.

The brown haired kid noticed I was staring at them. He walked over to me. I tried to back up to the wall as much as possible. "Well if he's that harmless…" he said, mainly to himself. "Hello Sieto. I'm Iruka," he said, very kindly.

My eyes widened. He was the kid in my original life that would always play pranks to get attention. My eyes focused onto the silver haired boy. Could that be…?

The silver haired kid rolled his eyes again. "Iruka, why in the world are you introducing yourself to the likes of him?"

Iruka looked over his shoulder and shrugged. "I don't know. Just found someone new to talk to."

"Fine." He jumped off the bench with relative ease. Almost like a cat. "I'm Kakashi."

I felt like I was going to burst with happiness. Finally I had found someone in this world that I knew! I jumped off the bench and ran over as fast as my stubby legs could over to Kakashi. I stopped right in front of him.

Kakashi looked a little shocked to see the sudden change.

I smiled widely. "Kakashi-kun!"

Kakashi looked at me as if I were crazy. "Kun?" he asked about the ending suffix. "I don't know you."

I was crestfallen. "You don't…remember me?"

Kakashi shook his head.

I bowed my head, feeling hot tears beginning to come to my eyes. Of course he wouldn't remember me…nobody else did. And besides, I was in a five year old body. No one would believe me. Why me? All I asked was to be brought back to the night of the Kyuubi.

Iruka looked confused. "You know Kakashi-kun?" he asked me.

I didn't answer him. I looked up at Kakashi. "But- you were my student! Remember?" I cried out desperately. Anything. If there was anything that I could do that would make him remember then I was going to use it.

Kakashi gave me a look as if I was crazy.

"Please! You must help me! You must remember me! I was the Yondaime! You were my student! You and Obito would always fight. Remember? Please! Chiyoko, Naruto- I need to see them!" I threw myself down at his feet. "Please!"

"You know Chiyoko-san?" Kakashi asked. He took a step back, but his eyes widened with curiosity.

I pulled myself up and looked at him straight in the eye. "You know where she is?" my voice cracked.

Kakashi began to answer but at that moment, the door threw open. A man stood in the shadows of the doorway. "Is that it?" he asked, nodding towards me.

Kakashi nodded. "Yes." He looked at me wearily, as though he was thinking over something.

I blinked up at him, begging him silently for him to help me.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up," the man held up a few papers in the air. "I have to get these to Shinge before we go."

Both Kakashi and Iruka jumped from the bench. "Hai!"

I inspected the man. I couldn't see his face, but I did see something reflect near his belt. It was another pole.

I shrunk, thinking about all the pain that would be inflicted on me by the pole. I wasn't the Yondaime Hokage anymore. I wasn't able to beat this man up into a bloody pulp by Rasengan. I was too small and weak to do anything in this body. At this point, I did feel like a five year old.

"Iruka, you come with me. Kakashi, you wait here until Kuremiana-sama issues your next orders," the man barked.

I glanced back at Kakashi again. He looked after me still in curiousity, but quietly obeyed the guard.

Iruka kicked at my heels to get me walking. I walked on without hesitation, not wanting to know the consequences if I didn't obey them.

We followed the man for a while. Again, we went through the maze of halls. We walked and walked and walked for about twenty minutes until I heard something other than our footsteps. It was faint, but I could tell it was cheering, shouting, and yelling. Something was going on. But what was it?

We continued to walk towards the sound, having it grow louder and louder. Finally, we reached a large double door. The man opened them and allowed Iruka and I to walk inside.

The room was massive. It was circular and made out of stone. The audiences were seated on benches that circled around the arena. The middle was circular and barred off. It seemed that the audience's attention was focused on that. But I didn't look down over the bars. I had a sick feeling that whatever it was I was soon to find out.

As soon as I walked in, the wave of excitement hit me. Men were shouting at each other, making bids and trying to provoke the others around them. The women bounced their small children in their laps and laughing while talking to old friends. The children began to chase each other around, while the young men and women in the arena flirted with each other and tried to get the other's attention.

There were two sets of stairs on either side of us, both leading to a barred platform where a disgruntled man stood. The man signaled to Iruka and me and began to walk up the stairs. Iruka and I quickly followed.

Once we reached the platform, the impatient man turned to face us. "You're late."

The man that led us through the tunnels bowed in apology. "Shinge, I apologize, but Kuremianan-sama wanted me to give you stats for the new one that we found yesterday. Mind if you go over them?"

Shinge shrugged. "I don't mind as long as I get paid for it, Trinamaki Yenmi. Now, the possibilities? The business needs more money. We need to pick something out that will attract more people."

"But I thought we were making more money than ever."

"We are," Shinge nodded. "But soon the people will get bored. Yenmi, the list please."

Yenmi nodded. "Dragon, tiger, wolf…" he began to name off.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a voice announced over the crowds. The audience fell silent. "Thank you all for coming here! We have a spectacular fight planned out today! Please, welcome the demon children Kiranemi and Renakuan!"

Two young children were walked out by two of Kuremianan's servants. The one on the left side of the pit had long black hair that was matted and dirty. He looked up blankly at the crowd. His eyes were pure white.

I squinted my eyes. He had the eyes of a Hyuuga. But why was he here?

I focused my attention on the other boy. His hair was black and the clothes were dirty. On the back of his clothing, a fan was designed upon it.

That was the clan symbol for Uchiha.

The two most powerful clans in Konoha, their children were caught and captured by this woman. But how? Heirs were powerful to the clans. They wouldn't have abandoned them so carelessly.

I leaned over on the bars to get a better view of the pit below me.

Each servant bent down over the child they attended and took off the chain that was attached to the leather collars. The servants quickly ran out of the arena and locked the children into the pit.

The arena went silent. Everyone was motionless, trying to figure out was going to happen next.

I held my breath. The only noise that could be heard was the two men behind me discussing demons. I focused all my attention onto the two young boys. What was going to happen to them?

"Tighten!" came the announcer's voice.

The boys down on the ground seemed to tense a little. One, the Uchiha, began to claw at his collar, trying to get it off.

The Hyuuga all of a sudden dashed towards the boy and hit him full in the stomach. The Uchiha flew through the air. Boos came from the angry audience members.

I looked closer at the Hyuuga. There was a killing air around him. Just then, a cloud flew up into the air, taking the form of a panther. The Hyuuga flashed his teeth and began to run over on all fours to the Uchiha.

The Uchiha was scared spit less. He began to twitch in fear and didn't dare to move from the spot he was in.

The Hyuuga opened his mouth wide. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen next.

"Wow! He almost ripped Renakuan's arm off!" I heard Iruka scream beside me. "What's wrong with that child?! Renakuan wasn't even moving! Come on, Kiranemi!" he cheered. "Rip him apart!"

I began to feel sick. How could anybody find this entertaining? I slipped to the floor, nauseated. Konoha had changed so much. Why did it? I curled up into a ball to keep myself from vomiting.

I didn't know it, but Yenmi noticed me on the floor. I felt the pole tap at my back again. I yelped and quickly turned to face the man. "Get up," Yenmi growled. "Now."

I hauled myself shakily to my feet.

I saw Yenmi hand Iruka the papers that he and Shinge were discussing about. "Get it to the lab."

Iruka nodded and kicked at my heels. "Move."

I quickly obeyed the order and headed out the doors from which we came from. Iruka jumped in front of me and began to lead me through the maze of halls again.

We stopped at a white metal door. Not the cheap gray metal doors, but this one was different. Iruka opened it up to reveal a complete pure white room. It was empty, except for a table in the middle and a man sitting on top of it.

The man wore a white overcoat over his white slacks. His eyes were dark and had no feeling in them. They were just black spheres burning into his pasty white face.

I didn't like any of this at all. Even the room gave off a bad feeling.

I looked up at Iruka. Iruka only closed the door behind him and walked up to the man in the white overcoat. "Here," Iruka said as he pushed the papers into the man's hands. The man quickly flipped through the pages. He nodded in approval.

Iruka glanced back at me and gave me a small smile. He mouthed the words 'good luck'. Goodie. Now I had my very own fan. He went out of the room and locked the door behind him.

I looked over at the man. Who was he? What was that table doing here? What was this room?

The man folded the papers up and put it into his pocket. He turned to look at me. He looked me up and down. When he was done he took a step forward. "Clineos."

All of a sudden, the breath was taken out from me. I fell to the floor choking and gasping for air. I put my hands to my neck and immediately remembered that I had a collar on. I tried to claw it off, but it refused to break.

I was lifted into the air. The man in white had picked me up and put me onto the table. He strapped my feet down to it first. I don't know what he had strapped me down with, but to be honest, I really didn't care. I was suffocating and was trying to focus on breathing at the moment. Next, he unlocked the shackles off my wrists and threw them to the ground. Then he strapped my arms to the table too. The man lifted my shirt up and put it around my neck.

When I was turning blue and about ready to faint, the man touched my collar lightly. The pressure from it released and allowed me to breathe. I took a big gulp of air.

I turned my head to look at the man. "What are you doing?" I yelled. "Let me go!"

The man only ignored me and stared at my stomach. He dug through his pocket and pulled out a jade colored stone. What was he going to do?! I tried to get myself off to the table, but I couldn't since he strapped me down. I looked at the man. He blew gently on the stone and whispered a few words to it.

"Klanise culino galan."

What type of language was he speaking in?

The language of the demons.

I squinted the light began to dim around me.

Like father, like son. You deserve this.

What?

Understand my pains.

Who was talking? I looked over at the man. His lips weren't moving and he was focusing too much on his seals to do so.

You never cared.

I could hear a child in the background crying. I shut my eyes. What was going on?

They hate me. They hate me all because of the demon.

A picture swirled into my mind. There was a smaller version of me sitting on a swing, swinging back and forth. I looked to be around five years old. Tears were streaking down my cheeks.

Nobody loves me. Nobody cares.

What do I mean? I couldn't ever remember being sad, especially at that particular age.

What did I ever do to the Yondaime? I never even met him.

Wait, that couldn't be me. How could I ever be angry with the Yondaime when I'm him?

Why did he have to choose me? Why couldn't he have put the Kyuubi in someone else?

Naruto?

The child on the swing lifted his head up. His eyes were blood red from hate and anger.

Naruto, is that you?

The child got off the swing and began to have red chakra from all over his body circle around him. His hair turned grizzled and his nails turned into claws. He got down on all fours and began to run towards my range of vision. The last thing I saw was his fangs about ready to clench around me. I felt a horrible pain rip through me. I tried to scream but I was unable to. Then everything turned black.

This is your entire fault, a familiar voice said simply. It seemed like forever since I heard the angel's voice. It was only because of you that you're here. You should've kept your mouth shut, Yondaime Hokage. You really should have.

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A/N: Kakashi has his original eyes. No sharingan. Just to let you know. And I know everyone is assuming that Arashi is the Yondaime's name, but I like the name Sieto. It's stuck with me since before we started to hear this little theory. Hence the reason why I don't change the name. Who knows? Maybe I will someday but for now I'm keeping it. But I hoped this was enjoyable for you as readers to read it as it was to me writing it those 2 and a half years ago. Please spread the word of this fic to your friends. I really want to hear what you think and I want to make sure people are reading it.

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