She was at beyond unreachable colours.
Yet.
She still tried to be reachable.
Pitiful.
Given a little privacy.
Just a little.
Damn.
She wanted o u t.
Seriously.
Kabuto told her she had another experiment tonight.
To prefect it.
No.
Please! No!
She couldn't do a thing.
No.
She could just wallow in her own pity and die.
Actually, they made it so she can't die.
Smart.
Madara told her why he was using her.
As bait.
As an gift to Kabuto.
As company.
To him.
Sasuke died.
Or was confirmed.
She knew he didn't die.
Or elseshe would have died a bit more inside.
She had died many times.
Tsuande.
Shizune.
Kakashi.
Sai.
Shino.
Lee.
Tenten.
The list went on and on.
She cried.
Many times.
More than anyone could ever count.
Secretly. Silently. Sadly.
Loudly.
She waited patiently. In her 'room'.
A bed. And a floor. She sat on the floor.
It was the same as the bed.
Almost.
Her skin hadn't felt the sun in such a long time.
She was paler than chalk.
Paler than Sai.
She cried again.
No. It was just water coming from her eyes again.
Her hand was littered with cut, scars, scabs.
Thought, her stomach and neck took the biggest beating.
Scars were everywhere.
She seemed like a zombie.
It was a wonder of how she was living.
Wait, she had the purple diamond.
That was how she was living.
Right.
Drip. Drip.
Stop the water from the eyes.
She almost lost one.
An eye.
Almost.
She killed all those people.
That tried to grab for her eye.
They deserved it. Thought, before she could reach the door.
Her heart stopped beating.
And she fell, as simple as that.
Thought, she lived through it.
She lived through a lot of things.
Love.
Heartbreak.
Blood.
War.
Death.
Those were just a few. It would take forever to list them all.
Oh. Kabuto was coming.
Clean yourself up. He'll beat you again. I hate him.
Madara is okay. He's nice.
This Kabuto guy is crazy. Scratch that. He is insanity itself.
Be careful.
Be prepared for pain.
This is too perfect it.
Once, this is over, I can be free.
Well maybe.
I highly doubt it.
He's here.
Oh, never mind. It's not him.
It's a Zetsu.
Dropping off the food. Like usual.
A surgery was going to happen at midnight.
Mine.
What they were trying to do to me...
I have no idea.
I was told, I could switch bodies and not age.
I never would want that.
I wanted a full life.
Too live life.
Have a boyfriend!
Get smashed.
Get married. Have a kid.
Have a grandchild.
Die peacefully.
Not, to not age! I'm not like those freaks.
And they picked me.
Just because I was a medic.
Trained by Tsuande.
I ate. It tasted like nothing.
My world became black and white.
Dull. Dreary. Bland.
Despite my hair.
Pink. Lively. Happy. Optimism.
Thought. My eyes.
It carried sadness, coldness, things that people seen in their nightmares.
Or that's what Madara said too me.
I am skin and bones.
I mediated.
It lasted till Kabuto pulled on my hair. It grew just a bit.
I was allowed to cut my hair every once in awhile.
I was dragged down the stone hallway.
My white shirt and pants tearing and was shredding.
They would give me a new one. They always did.
I saw the familiar lamps, rocks, and wall patterns.
We were nearing the lab.
I've been down this hallway so many times I could remember every stone.
Sad.
I know.
I bit my lip as they strapped me down.
Take off my clothes.
And cut me up.
It hurt.
A lot.
They had some workers.
Dead ones.
But they talked to me.
They had females.
So I could talk to them once in awhile.
About girl stuff.
During the surgery that is.
It went for a long time.
I think I fell asleep at one point.
Haha.
My body hurt. A lot.
I couldn't clearly think.
My head was pounding.
Until one of the zombies clasped something onto my neck.
I felt much better.
I got up.
Kabuto left the room.
They wanted me to do something.
I put my fingers around the object on my neck.
A choker, but something was on it.
I gingerly put my fingers on it.
I look down.
A ugly grey pacifier.
Yuck.
And then, I turned into an child.
No not a child.
An infant.
Kabuto was angry. I heard him cuss. I heard him go rampage.
Did that mean...
It failed?
No. No.
NO!
I endured over 6 months of pain!
And this is what I am now?
A failed product.
I was sent back to my room.
Not given food. Water only.
It's probably has been a week.
And then the door opens.
Earlier than for water.
So ether Madara or Kabuto.
It was both.
Madara sat by me. Looked me in my eyes.
And told me.
I was going to be thrown out.
I was no use.
Naruto wasn't coming for me.
I was a failed experiment.
I chuckled. Madara leaned in.
And quietly told me that he will miss me, and apologized.
Patted me on the back, and sucked me into a new dimension.
I was thrown out.
Into.
A.
New.
World.