Natiri's POV

I was talking to Konan, who was curious about the dancing, when I felt this tug, making me grab my stomach.

"Natiri?" Konan asked worriedly, bringing the attention of everyone else. I was frozen, images and words flashing through my mind faster than I could register. Suddenly there was a hand in front of my face, catching my attention.

"Huh? What happened?" I asked, looking at everyone. They all had a worried look on their faces.

"You suddenly blanked out and grabbed your stomach." Konan said. "You wouldn't respond to your name and we were worried." I looked down, my eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Stuff just flashed through my mind." I told them. "It was really random." I felt a hand on my forehead, the hand belonging to Itachi.

"No fever." He muttered. I rolled my eyes, getting up and going into the kitchen.

"I think I just need to eat." I told them, looking at what there was to eat. I heard laughing before I heard crumpling, making me turn and catch a flying object in time. I looked at it and laughed.

"I think that will work." I said, taking a chip out of the bag. I munched on it, happy that it was BBQ flavored. Then the feeling came again, pulling me forward so hard that I crumpled to the ground, all air leaving me.

I see my little sister talking to these people with triangles on their faces, but I can't hear anything. I wanted to cry out her name, but I couldn't speak. I see her do a hand sign before everything became fuzzy.

When everything came back, I coughed, gasping in air as chills when though my limbs. I felt arms go around me, keeping me still as I moved around uncontrollably. Even though my body was doing spasm's, I felt unusually calm.

"Natiri." I heard someone say, but everything was foggy, vision wise and hearing. I felt my stomach heat up in that one spot, that one bloody spot.

The spasms went down, leaving me occasionally twitching, eyes staring into nothingness, ears hearing nothing as the one person held me.

I could feel myself get lifted and set on something familiar. My eyes remained open, but I only saw colors. I was barely breathing, and I think they knew it because I felt something press down on my chest, allowing me to catch some air.

With my breathing back, I could feel myself coming back slowly. Something cold was placed on my head and stomach, cooling me almost instantly and bringing back the rest of my senses.

"Natiri." The voice I recognized as Sasori. I blinked my eyes to get rid of the blurriness so that I can make him out as well as everyone else.

"Hm." I hummed, head dull and numb.

"Can you tell us what happened?" He asked.

"Dunno wha hap-pen." I mumbled, trying to bring my mind to focus. "Tum hurd" I felt heat wash over my head, taking away the numbness instantly, replacing it instead with pain. I whimpered, the pain rushing to my eyes.

"Kana." I whispered, seeing a flash of her. I felt the room tense slightly. That was when the world seemed to fade in and out, leaving me on the brink of consciousness and the relm of dreams.

….

The pain slowly started to fade when I completely came to. The first thing I noted was there was a thin blanket over me and I was on a couch. I blinked my eyes, seeing that most everyone was sitting around, doing their normal stuff silently.

I took a quick glance at my stomach, happy to see that it still had the normal wrap on it.

"How did you know my stomach was burning?" I asked quietly, managing to startle most of them.

"We could feel the heat radiating from it." Konan told me, showing me a gentle smile. "We know that you didn't want people to see what was under the wrap, so we left it alone."

I returned the smile. "Thanks." She nodded in return. I let myself relax as I laid there, silently watching them.

"Can one of you get me my sketch pad?" I asked. I saw Itachi get up before going into my room, coming back out with said object and a pencil. I smiled as he handed it to me.

I flipped to a clean page then began to sketch the weird people that were with Kana, leaving her out. I sketched without thinking, only feeling and seeing until the picture became clear.

"Who is that?" I heard Zetsu ask. "They look weird."

"I saw them when I was pulled away from reality." I said, shading their skin. I set down the pencil and stared at the picture, memorizing their faces. 'They must be good.'

"Hey!" I shouted when the sketch pad was taken out of my hands. Sasori was flipping though them, everyone looking over his shoulders to see the sketches.

"You draw cartoon style with some realistic characteristics except for a few." Sasori said, scrutinizing the drawings. "Why are some different?"

"The more realistic ones are from when I vent what I see in my mind, but other than that, I draw cartoon." I said, shifting around uncomfortably. "Can I get my sketches back?"

"They are good." Kisame said, rubbing his chin in thought. "Ever consider doing comics?"

"Um, not really." I mumbled, looking at the ground. No one's ever really looked at my sketches other then my dad and sister. Both of whom are hidden from me, one in the two branches of reality.

"You could use some improvement on them." I heard Sasori said. I gave a small smile, rubbing the back of my head.

"My dad always said I could do the outline perfectly, but once I got to details I sucked." I admitted.

"What kind of artist was your dad?" Konan asked.

"Realistic." I said proudly. "Give him a picture or an actual person, he can make them easily on paper, so well they think it is a black and white photo." They looked stunned.

"Do you have one we could see?" Kisame asked. I nodded, slowly getting up so I wouldn't strain myself and went to my bag that Itachi brought in with the sketch pad. Rummaging through it, my hand brushed up on one of my elbow pads. I pulled it out, opening the secret pouch on the inside of it and pulling out a small folded piece of paper.

"This is one of my favorites." I told them, unfolding it so that they could see it. "He worked hard on it and it actually to him a while to get the wolfs." They stared at it in what I guessed was amazement.

The picture was of a pack of wolves with what seemed like glowing eyes and a glowing mark on their heads. In the middle of the pack was a feminine wolf with the brightest eyes, staring off at the moon.

"Woah." They breathed.

"Wait for it." I said, lifting it to the lights above. Now they could see that the mark on their heads was a star with little rounded triangles on the outside gaps, just barely touching.

What really got their attention and was my favorite was what was above the feminine wolf; the faint, almost spirit-like form of a young girl. Even though it was so light, there was plenty of detail as she also gazed at the moon, eyes similar to the wolf's.

"How long did he work on this?" Sasori breathed, still amazed at the image my father created.

"I don't know how long, because he never told me he was doing this." I told them. "He just gave it to me, and I noticed the many drafts he had in his hands."

"Is the girl you?" Pain asked. I shrugged.

"Could be. But that would have to be an older version, because I got this when I was 9." I said. I folded up the picture, putting it back in the elbow pad before putting that in the bag.

"I have the feeling that there is something that we are missing." Kakuzu announced. Everyone nodded, now looking at me.

"You will find out in due time." I said. "Same with my bandaged stomach."

I'm sure you are getting some hints there. Let's see if you can figure it out before the story reaches that point. And trust me, when all is revealed, everything will change. It will be a lot more adventurous.

Enjoy!~