A/N: Hi guys! So, here is the longest chapter I've written so far, as a sorry for the last one, it was really short but I had to write it. Anyway, just wanted to say thank you to the people who followed and favourited! You give me the drive to keep writing! Enjoy the story guys~

-Sasuke's POV-

"Arrow."

'That is the next part of the riddle, huh? What could it mean, though?' I thought, not noticing the door to the interrogation room open. I was snapped out of my thoughts when the chair on the other side of the table screeched. The officer that had come in was putting handcuffs around Naruto's wrists. I frowned a little. Usually, the idiot would be like a bunny on crack but now he was unusually quiet. He was keeping his gaze to the floor and he looked like he hadn't slept. I frowned even more and grabbed his arm before he left the room, tilting my head in his direction since I was still sitting in my chair.

"Hey, Dobe, are you okay? You seem really down." The blonde shifted his gaze in my direction, looking like he just realized I was talking to him. I frowned again.

"Eh, what are you talking about Teme? I'm perfectly fine! Or maybe your attitude is rubbing off on me." He smiled, laughing a little. I just pushed him towards the door, the guard taking him out and back to his cell. Looks like I was worried about nothing. If he could still joke like that, then he was fine, right? But the uncomfortable feeling in my chest wouldn't go away.

It was lunch time and the prisoners were going to the cafeteria. I was waiting inside and when I saw a flash of pink, I went to the person and tapped their shoulder.

"Oh, Sa-Uchiha-san, what do you need?" Sakura asked. I signaled for her to follow me out of the lunch room.

"Sasuke is fine and I wanted to talk to you about something. Do you mind coming to my office?" I asked. She looked at me for a couple of seconds, before nodding and starting to walk to the elevator. I fell in step with her, before she looked at me surprised.

"Aren't you going to handcuff me? I might escape if you don't." She said, stopping and extending her hands towards me.

"I don't need to, do I? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't leave that idiot alone in here. And besides, you would be shot at least ten times before you reach the exit." We both smirked.

"Still, the other officers wouldn't be happy to see me walking around like this. But I'm glad you didn't immediately handcuff me, saying things like "I'm sorry but I don't have any other choice." or "It's your own fault but if you hang in there, I'm sure you will get out." I'm glad that you're different. And if Naruto trusts you, then I will too." I stopped walking, feeling a mix of shock and...happiness? Sakura looked at me like she knew something I didn't. She extended her hands again and I handcuffed her, before both of us entered the elevator.

Once the elevator stopped at my floor, I lead Sakura to my office. Most of the officers were having lunch and those that were still here were looking at us with a curious glint in their eyes but they didn't say anything. I closed the door behind us, removing Sakura's handcuffs and motioning for her to sit on the black couch. She sat and pulled her legs into a crossed position.

"So, I don't really mind sitting here but what did you call me for?" She asked. I wasn't sure how to ask her this, because the more I repeated the question in my mind, the stupider it became but the uncomfortable feeling I had had in my chest appeared again and I decided to just go for it.

"I was wondering...What's wrong with the idiot? I know it's kind of silly to ask something like this but he seemed really down and out of character." She suddenly looked really sad and sighed, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Look, what I'm about to tell you should be kept a secret between us. I think Naruto wouldn't mind you knowing, and you would have probably asked him anyway, when you became too curious. You already know that he was adopted, right?"

I nodded. "Well, it's actually a bit more complicated than that. You can't really call it an adoption, when he was 21 years old. But let me go back a bit. You see, his real father, Namikaze Minato, was a famous businessman. He was a very intelligent and kind-hearted man but you could say that his kindness was his downfall. He was best friends with another company's manager. His friend's company was accused of managing another smaller company, where they kept the customers' , it was like the manager had a bank for himself, and he kept stacking more and more, without anyone knowing. He always chose clients that were too old to understand that their salaries had decreased, or those that were too dumb to check if they got their normal salary. He stole an even amount, so he wouldn't raise any suspicion." I frowned at that, realizing where this was heading.

"When they accused him for the second company, Minato had defended him, saying that his friend wouldn't do something like that. So, by pulling a few strings, his friend was saved but later on Minato realized that that was his biggest mistake. After that, his friend had been caught trying to leave the country with a suitcase full of money and credit cards that weren't his. The guy was surrounded by police officers but had opened his jacket, revealing a row of dynamites. He killed himself and blew the suitcase with all of the money and credit cards in it. Later on, Minato found out that the guy had been stealing money from his company too, and that broke his heart, since he thought the man was his best friend. After that, the people who had their money stolen, started taking their rage out on Minato, since he had defended the guy who robbed them. That made Minato more and more depressed, even if he tried to hide it from his family, and his depression affected the entire company." Sakura stopped and took a deep breath.

"The people that worked with him left their job, scared that the enraged people might hurt them, and slowly the company fell apart. When the last person left, Minato had had enough and closed the already bankrupt company. He moved into a small apartment with Naruto and his wife, Uzumaki Kushina. But after some time, he was killed. He was going back home from the market when a man rammed into him and stabbed him through the heart. The man that stabbed him was one of the robbed people and after stabbing Minato, he had stabbed himself. They later concluded that the man was not right in the head. Anyway, that was a year ago on October 10th."

"Isn't today October 10th?" I asked. She nodded before continuing.

"Yeah and today is also...Naruto's 22nd birthday. He had turned 21 when his father died and after about three months, his mother passed away too...Naruto fell into a state of depression and after one month, somewhere around the end of February, he had been kind of adopted. The man that adopted him was a distant friend of Minato but he only "adopted" Naruto because he thought he could get his father's money. But since the company bankrupted, he didn't get anything. Naruto had to live with that greedy bastard and his wife, and even though the woman was kind, when the two men fought, she just stood to the side, not doing anything. I don't blame her though. He lived with them for about six months, before he was brought into prison last month. And that's all Naruto told me, it's your choice if you believe it or not." I tried to process everything that she had said. Naruto's background made much more sense now. I also had one last question.

"I wanted to ask you, I know Naruto is depressed because of his father's death but do you think he blames himself for it?"

"Definitely. He's just that type of guy." I clenched my hands.

"That idiot really thinks he's responsible for that? It's not his fault his father was killed by some oblivious fool! I swear, he's so-" I stopped my rant when Sakura started laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. Why was she laughing at me?

"N-nothing, it's just that you genuinely seem mad at him! You shouldn't get so flustered, you know. He likes to beat himself up for a lot of things and you can't really blame him for feeling like this." I sighed and nodded, even though I was slightly annoyed. Just because the idiot liked to beat himself up, didn't mean I had to like it. I stopped at that thought. When did I start to care? I guess I felt obligated to the idiot for that time at the forest. Yeah, that's it. Right?

"Well, anyways, if you don't have anything else to ask, can you call someone to get me back to the lunch room? I'm starving." I stood up and placed her shackles again.

"I will walk you to the elevator at least, as a thank you for the information." When we arrived at the elevator, I called an officer over to take her to the cafeteria, since I had a lot of paperwork to do.

"Ramen."

"Huh?" I said, confused.

"That's his favourite food. Now, excuse me but I have around 10 minutes to have lunch, and I plan to use them." She grinned at me and entered the elevator, leaving me even more confused. What the hell would I need to know his favourite food for?

-Naruto's POV-

'Where the heck did Sakura go? I feel like everybody is burning holes in my back. I don't think the other prisoners like me very much.' I thought, nervously sitting at one of the tables, at the corner of the room, so I could see the door. I wasn't really hungry and the food looked like someone chewed it and spit it back out anyway. Suddenly, a hand was slammed on my table, spilling the thing that was supposed to be a soup over it, and splattering my jacket, too. I hissed at the hot liquid and quickly sat up, unzipped the jacket, removed it and threw it on the ground. I looked at the person that hit the table and continued looking up and up.

'Damn, this guy is tall, and muscular too. If he wants to pick a fight with me, the odds wouldn't be in my favor at all.' I thought. The guy looked like he came straight out of those movies where there was a strong, bad guy that was also an asshole. An asshole, but a strong one. He had millions of tattoos on both of his arms and a piercing on his lower lip. He was bald and looked like he hasn't heard what sun cream is. Seriously, he was black. No racism intended. I'm kind of tan too, anyways. His eyes were probably his most prominent feature, though. They were a light brown, which looked like it had a tint of yellow to it, because of the light. Basically, he looked like an enraged gorilla with cat-like eyes. He was radiating an irritated aura that was definitely directed at me, and I was sure I didn't know the guy.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Uzumaki kid. So, you finally came to visit us here too, huh?" The man's voice was really loud and cocky, echoing in the cafeteria and catching the other prisoners' attention. I slowly shifted my feet, positioning myself into a more comfortable, defensive stance.

"Do you have a problem with me?" I asked as normally as I could. Today really wasn't a good day to get me pissed off. I was already feeling under the weather and if this asshole didn't play it safe, I was gonna take everything out on him.

"Problem? Oh, no, no, what are you talking about? You see, as far as I remember, today is an important day, isn't it?" I felt my left hand twitch, and clenched it into a fist. I smirked at him, the tilt of my lips feeling fake and wrong, when all I wanted was to punch the living daylights out of the guy.

"Oh, really? I don't think that's any of your business, even if today is important. In fact, I don't think anything concerning me is any of your business, so leave me alone." I don't think I've wanted to curse so much in my entire life but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to start any confrontations. Not today. The guy smirked cockily, gripping the edge of my table. I could see the wood cracking under the force of his hand and I shifted again.

"Now, now, that's not the response I wanted to hear. I just wanted to give my condolences for your loss. Your father died today, didn't he? The poor sap was stabbed and the media couldn't stop talking about it! I was watching at that time, and you know what? I'm glad that little shit died! I had been captured by the police, because he had given them information on my whereabouts. Bastard knew everyone in this place! He found out I was trying to hack the computers in the company and told the police. They managed to stop my virus and find my whereabouts. If your father hadn't come to his office that day, I could have been rich! I'm glad he finally paid for ruining me!" The man finished and started laughing. The officers were stationed outside, next to the cafeteria door, so nobody could stop us from fighting. Most of the prisoners were looking at us, expecting a fight, and the tension in the room could be sliced with a knife. I doubted anyone would try to stop us, they'd probably just encourage the fighting.

Have you ever felt like you have a switch inside of you? It's usually turned down but when you get sad, angry, depressed or feel any kind of negative emotions, it's like those emotions push that switch, until it's been pushed half way up. But it's passing emotions, they go away and the switch falls down again. Now, though, I felt like that switch was being pushed upwards and it reached its highest position. I could feel the "snap" of the switch, and I sprung forward, stepping on the table and punching the man in the face. Startled, he lost his balance and fell on the floor. I thought this was my chance, and if I wasn't in such an enraged state I would have seen it coming sooner and I would have avoided it, but I wasn't. The man pulled out a knife and I couldn't stop my momentum, already straddling him, fist swinging at his face again. I managed to move myself and the knife dug itself in my left biceps. I hissed at the pain, and the man managed to pull one of his legs from under me, kicking me in the stomach. I could feel the breath leave my lungs and I wheezed, skidding away from the man and crashing into the table.

I felt the "snap" of the switch as it went downwards, stopping in the middle, not going fully down. I suddenly registered the pain in my arm and my blurry vision. That guy had kicked me hard, and I had hit my head on the table too. Speaking of him, he was already up and walking towards me. I saw a big, brown thing in his hand, probably a chair (or a bottle?). Suddenly, the scenery before me changed, becoming painfully clear and my stepfather was before me, the bottle was broken and the liquid was dripping on the ground (or was that the blood from my arm?). I could hear the prisoners shouting (or was it my stepmother's scream?). I could see the knife on the ground, see myself grabbing it and stabbing my stepfather with it. My surroundings changed and became blurry again, and I screamed, the pain from my arm (head?) getting worse. I saw a flash of pink and heard a thump. I felt the "snap" of the switch as it fell fully down and everything went black.

The next time I woke up, I was in an uncomfortable bed and the smell of anesthetics clung in the air. The walls weren't white though, they were a surprising dark green color, which was easy on the eyes. I looked around the room, and concluded I wasn't in the hospital. I was probably in the prison's infirmary or something. I haven't actually been to one before while I was in prison, so I wasn't one hundred percent sure. I knew it wasn't the hospital, because that place was really noisy and I wasn't dressed in one of those hospital gowns, thank god. I tried to sit up but I fell back down, clutching my left biceps.

Suddenly, I remembered why I was in the infirmary in the first place. I let go of my biceps and just lied there for a while. The next time I sat up, I used my right hand to push myself up. There was a window on the right side of my bed, and I saw that it was already dark outside, the full moon the only light source in the room. Apart from it, there was a desk lamp on a desk on the other side of the room, near the door. There were scattered papers all over the desk and a forgotten cup of what I assumed was coffee. That reminded me that I hadn't eaten lunch, and I was probably missing dinner right now. I groaned when my stomach growled and I pulled my legs up, clasping my arms around them but being careful with the injury and resting my forehead on my knees.

I stayed like that for a while, before I heard a click that signaled that the door had been opened. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and it was probably only the nurse, so I kept my head down. I heard footsteps and a sigh, before I felt something warm on the top of my head. I finally lifted my head and saw Sasuke standing there, holding a bag with something in it. I was sure it was food, because it was warm when he put it on my head but I couldn't see what the food was. I looked at Sasuke's face again, and I was preparing to ask him what happened, when he beat me to it.

"I heard what happened from Sakura. You were fighting one of the prisoners when she and an officer came in. You were on the ground and the guy was going to hit you with a chair when Sakura had charged at him, pushing him to the ground. The officers took you to the infirmary, and the guy is going to be moved to another place because of this. " He finished. I sighed in relief at that. If he had been left here, who knows what would have happened. "Also, I...I asked Sakura about you, before lunch started. You seemed weird today, so I was a little curious. I know it really isn't my business but I want to tell you something about your father's death."

I tensed at that. I knew he would find out something like this sooner or later, but I preferred it if it had been later. "Look, I know you think it's your fault for your father's death but you shouldn't beat yourself up for it, because it's not. I'm not saying you can't blame yourself but I still don't want you to do it. Your father could have gone out any other day to do something else, and some other angry fool could have stabbed him. The point is not to beat yourself up for something you couldn't have done anything about. I don't want you to do it and neither does Sakura. I'm sure your father wouldn't have wanted you to either." He finished, looking out of breath. That was probably the most he had said in his entire life.

"I didn't know you were a life adviser, Sasuke." I said, grinning for the first time today. He was about to say something but just shook his head. He lifted the bag he was holding, and shoved it into my hands, looking away from me and mumbling something under his breath.

"Eh? What did you say?"

"I said...Happy Birthday, Naruto." He quickly turned around and left the room. I stared at the spot he had been in, and suddenly felt something wet sliding down my cheeks. I touched them and found out it was tears. I was crying. I opened the bag and started laughing, the tears sliding down my face and falling on my clothes.

"Th-this Teme...Giving me something like this...Really...And he calls me...St-stupid..." I managed to say between my laughing and hiccups. I bent myself forward, clutching the bag in my hands. 'Thank you, Sasuke.' I looked at the cup ramen in my hands, smiling.

A/N: Welp, this is it for now, hope you liked it! Also, about how that guy got the knife, let's just say it was important to the story, or he smugged it in, and leave it at that. Cya in the next chapter and R&R~