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Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled ~ Jean Paul Richter

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery ~ Dante Alighieri

Chapter 5: Making Due With Regrets

The stale sanitized air filled her lungs, a smell she had come to recognize as an impending horror and torture that has no bounds whatsoever. White, everything in this room was white even her clothes. She hated the color white just so much as she hated her own face. She doesn't know when she started hating her own reflection; Hermione suspects it might have been the day she agreed to make a deal with the devil himself. The devil being the Director, he had tricked with promises that would end her constant guilt. He hadn't lied, it was her own fault, he hadn't told her this but she could see it in his eyes. He wouldn't have told her unless she'd ask—she hadn't asked—she come to the conclusion that it had something to do with the unbreakable vow she had made before she had agreed to rip the humanity out of herself.

"You're awake!" A pink haired pale woman with green eyes that were uncannily similar to Harry entered her room; Hermione's followed her with a vacant stare. Inside she was on alert; she had a metal plated headband although it was used more like a hair accessory. Looking closer she noticed that the symbol was different, it had swirl almost shaped like a leaf or a snail.

"My name is Haruno Sakura," She said with a kind smile as she hugged a clipboard loosely with arm while other closed the door behind her. She looked a little lay back appearing to look relax but even if she couldn't see it she knew that this woman was dangerous. "Do you know where you are?"

Hermione stared at the young woman; her body was loose as she lay there observing Haruno's movements. She moved to readjust herself before finding out that she was being restrained to the bed. She gave Haruno a dull look that was meant to look piercing before looking back at the restrains. "You were unstable when we brought you here, we had to keep you from hurting yourself," and yet she did not move to remove them meaning Hermione was still an unknown to her.

"How do you feel?"

She didn't answer.

"What's your name?"

Rather than answer her, she turned her head to the other side. A strange urge to cry filled Hermione, her throat was burning, the window was closed but she could still see the sunlight breaking through the leaves. Had it been such a long time? Without her noticing she reached out with her fingers to the window, but the restrains stopped her. She wanted to cry but her throat had something wedge in it and her eyes were too dry. The sun. The sun. THE SUN!

She didn't answer; Haruno stopped asking questions and checked her vitals before leaving with a click of the door, a sad expression on her face. Hermione's eyes never left the window.

Darkness, despair, and boiling hatred; all cleverly disguised under a smiling somewhat crazed man. He pretends to have lost sense; he hadn't been able to fool the Good Doctor or Father and most certainly hadn't been able to fool the big breasted bitch and her cohorts…well except maybe him. It seems this look alike was just as naïve as the original. There were more than the five that stood before him, he could feel the energy they called chakra in the air it was barely detectable but it was there. Three of the five visible had a surprised look etched on their faces. The masked man with gray hair was just as surprised if the slight stiffen was any given. The Good Doctor wasn't really looking at him but he still had that stupid fake kind look in his eyes that were supposed to be directed at him only they were directed to the wall behind him.

Why were they so surprised? And more importantly, why did the air have of a feeling of deep sorrow and pain?

Pain. Mi—no, he was Yuu now wasn't he? He was living his life for him now wasn't he, it hurt Yuu to think that in the end he would still suffer. Perhaps he should just leave Yuu be and let him rest in peace. He's afraid though, no one really knew that Yuu existed…he would fade away. His heart clenched. He needed to let go, but he couldn't—not Yuu. Dull weary cerulean eyes landed on the healthy young man with whiskers on his cheeks, his eyes were shocked. He staring at him like he was a ghost, he couldn't help but feel the same way. Yuu would you like him if I had let you grow? He stared at him for a second more before fury filled his eyes. He couldn't look at this, this imposter any longer!

His heart panged, twisted and shattered into a million pieces. Memories and fake happiness…that's all he had left, didn't he? Yuu.

"Daddy, where's mommy?" Yuu looked up at him as he played in the snow, the little fingers were red and probably numb from the cold. He took out his wand and whispered a quick warming charm to keep Yuu from getting frost bite.

He had to hold himself back from telling the boy that his mother was a whore who died giving birth to him out of spite for reminding him of the wench. He ruffled the child's hair causing him to giggle and the blush from the cold to spread further across his face. "Gone away, why?"

"It's just that…everyone else has mommy. Why not me? Why she gone?" He looked up at him, cerulean eyes wide and curious.

He smirked not even bothering to correct the child of his mistake. A warm feeling surged through his heart; he pulled Yuu into a hug resting his chin on his small head. This child was the person to ever ram, break and shatter his icy heart. This child that was his blood and creation was the person he kept close to his heart. "She couldn't stay, but I'm here to stay."

Yuu broke from memory lane only to come back to an empty brutal world that he knew not. He stared at the Good Doctor who had a gentle serine look on his face as spoke to him while the soft brown eyes calculated every movement he made. His words were meaningless and flew right past him without a second thought. He gave him a pointed look which he responded to putting himself in a more comfortable position. A position that gave him a sense of security and warmth, he pulled his legs closer to his chest in a fierce hug. Long thin fingers grasped and dug in painfully to the leg muscles he had left; if he let his imagination get away with it long he could maybe deceive himself into thinking that he was hugging Yuu.

"IRON-HEAD!"

The Good Doctor no longer looked so kind and was far from serine, Yuu let a low chuckle escape his lips. Everything but the corner of eyes were clear, so he had to shift slightly to the right to get a clear view of the white curtains that were currently blocking his view of sunny outside world. He missed the sun. He heard a struggle before the hearing the door open and close, the noise continued for a few more seconds before it was muffled out completely.

"I get the impression that you don't like the Good Doctor," a deep voice broke the silence. Yuu turned his attention back to his audience; he almost regretted not paying attention to new comers since he had no idea who had spoken.

"I don't like Father, I tolerate the Good Doctor," he rasped. His eyes roamed around before landing on the one he suspected had spoken. He wore clothes that only the purest of bloods wore* as did the big breasted woman. His hair was white and spiky, red marking ran down his face almost like blood tears. He broke to a smile, it felt genuine to him but void at the same time. He wondered why, this man was a stranger. Yuu didn't miss the strange gleam flickered in everyone's eyes, a flicker of hope was it? "Hisagi Yuu."

The man frowned, he was confused. Yuu's eyes shifted to the door and harden for a fraction of a second, had the Good Doctor said something? Called him a different name perhaps? "Jiraiya."

Another smile spread across his features, a cheerful one, "Will I have to call them Others and…" he looked closer to the masked man, "Pooch."

Jiraiya coughed as he turned to look at the only woman in the room. She was probably the leader; she carried an air of authority that he used to have.

"I am Tsunade, the current Hokage and that is Dog." She introduced herself and the, for now presumed, mute Dog. Hokage must be the equivalent to the Japanese Minister.

Yuu stared at the last to introduce himself, the young man shifted under his blatant staring. He looked nervous for some reason, "Uzumaki Naruto."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Uzumaki-san, no need to be so shy," he said his smile got a little wider. The smile felt fake now. Uzumaki, he practically snarled in his mind. Damn that bitch to hell! Even now she won't leave me.

"Do you think," he interrupted Tsunade, the current Hokage before she could even speak what was on her mind. Yuu looked to white curtains again; the smile that he was wearing disappeared from his face showing only showing a very weary man, before he continued, "that maybe my fellow free prisoners and I would be able to go out to experience the sun before you begin questioning. Some of us haven't seen the sun in a very long time, if not at all."

All was quiet before, "You will have to be watched." Tsunade started.

"Understandable."

"You won't be out there for very long either. You haven't been exposed to the light in a very long time and could be susceptible sickness."

"It's worth it."

"How long is long?" U—Naruto finally spoke up. The poor boy seemed to be working out some complicated math problem in head for a while now.

"A very long time," he rasped softly. Yuu's eyes never left the curtains.

Laughter broke through the small house, irritated Minato stomped to his son's room ready to snap at him to shut his trap only to hesitate. The boy looked deflated like he knew he done something bad. The nearly four year old held a patched and dirty old stuffed wolf. Yuu looked down on the floor, looking thoroughly ready to be shot down. "Sowwy."

Rubbing his forehead, Minato looked back at his study. He really needed to be working on that project. "I be shh-ing now." Yuu sat down on the floor barely moving that stuffed wolf's legs. He looked outside; the window was cracked just slightly to let fresh air into the small almost always stuffy room. It was sunny.

"Yuu what sound does the wolf make," he asked.

The boy scrunched his face thinking really hard; to him it was probably the hardest question he'd ever asked him. "Woo?"

Minato walked over to his son ruffling his hair causing him to have a giggle fit, "Correct, do you know what that means?"

Yuu shook his head dumbly.

"We go outside and play in the sun!" Minato said with a cheerful smile that in the end of the day would turn into a real one that outshone the sun its brightest days.

"Yay!"

Yuu wondered if the sun would feel as warm as it felt that day. "You will be going outside in half an hour." Tsunade turned and left, Naruto stared at him a second longer before he followed at her out. All that was left was Dog and Jiraiya.

* I said this because Wizarding England seems to be outdated when it comes to a lot of things including fashion. However in Japan, and some other communities have moved on, but there are still stubborn puerbloods that choose to still dress in "old fashions". That's what I have come to gather. I don't think all communities have chosen to stay in passed. After all there is that old saying "Out with the old in with the new".

There you go, the second main character is out in the open.

I forgot to add this little tibit in the other chapter and am too lazy to go back and put it there:

Hato means Dove, I noticed that in other fanfictions they give Hinata's ANBU name as Dove, so I thought why not? Also, if you have noticed Hato is a small hawk who is loud spoken, rude, and to the point. I wanted it to be sort of funny that she has messenger summon that is the exact opposite of her. And yes a named a hawk Dove.

A/N: Somewhere along chapter 3 or 4 I asked if a should up the rating to M, and I got I response saying that I should, and from what I'm planning here on out. I decided yes, but no there will be sexual content. Sorry lemon lovers, not my cup of tea. There is a difference between reading and writing it.

Also quick question and I really would answer to this. What the hell is up with the way fanfiction writers degradeSeverus Snape's character? And when I say degrade, I mean it because that's the way I view it, I mean I understand a students point of view, he is an a-hole in their view, but I don't think he is like that 24-7. Bitter, snarky and sarcastic but he isn't a complete total dunce. There many faces Snape puts on as a spy, and I the shinobi would respect that. He really is a smart man.

That's it I'm done babblering about.

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