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Frederick felt like he was looking at the narutoverse version of Sophie.*
Ami couldn't make out the figure that was looking at her so intently. The figure was smaller than the other members…what did they want with her now?
"Itachi, what's her name?"
Ami looked at the figure again…the voice wasn't as deep as some of the other members.
"Her name is Ami Kurokawa of Konoha," Itachi then pointed to the other anbu.
"He is known as Shin from Konoha."
Frederick had heard the name Shin before but he couldn't quite place it…at the very least he knew that he wasn't supposed to die here; searching for him.
"Ami, why did Tsunade send you here?"
Ami looked at the voice curiously…he spoke as if he comfortable with her.
Itachi looked at Frederick quietly. He didn't understand how he knew some of the things he did, but was ignorant of other factors.
"Wh-who are you?"
"My name is Frederick; I'm here to clear your memories of this and set you free."
Ami nodded her head slowly as Shin attempted to look at Frederick.
"Itachi you can let the others in now."
With that, Itachi opened the doors to allow Kisame, Deidara and Sasori to enter.
Frederick took a breath as he formed a hand sign.
"Kisame, bring the two of them together and blindfold them."
Kisame did as asked, as the two ninja were blindfolded.
"Forbidden Justu: Mind Shroud!"
Slowly a thick mist appeared around the bodies of Ami and Shin as Frederick focused his chakra on the memories regarding this place.
After a moment their bodies went still.
"Alright…it is done. Itachi; please take them to the outskirts of Konoha."
Kisame spook next.
"Why Itachi?"
"He knows the place the best; he is the most responsible in not killing them and will be the quickest."
Deidara was the next to speak.
"So who made that a forbidden technique? It's not even that powerful."
Sasori glared at Deidara for saying that.
"Brat; it's a technique that attacks one mind; mental attacks are considered low blows when not used for intelligence purposes…especially this technique."
Deidara glared at Sasori for a moment until Itachi broke the silence by lifting the two anbu bodies.
"Kisame will come with me; Frederick; get some sleep, you will need it for tomorrow's battle."
With that, Itachi and Kisame walked out of the room.
Deidara announced that he would go and work on some clay while Sasori lingered; observing Frederick tentatively.
"Can I help you Sasori-sama?"
Sasori raised a hand signaling Frederick to follow as Sasori walked down the hallway.
They continued walking until they reached the empty conference room, and they continued walking as they went down the third and only hallway Frederick had not yet been in.
Finally they arrived to a closed door that Sasori opened.
"This is my room; come here."
Sasori motioned to a circular carpet in his room; it was facing a large stone pillar with writing on it.
"I have to retrieve something from my storage room; until then feel free to read this tale."
Sasori walked to a back room as Frederick began to read the written story.
"When you're alone all you think about is dying, but when there are two of you, all you think about is surviving."
A man looked at those words and thought back to his past. A world so beautiful, crushed into a horrible abyss of doom…
The man silently began sobbing; he had ran out of tears after watching his parents be murdered by the first attack, and observing his own siblings be attacked and destroyed by foreign enemies.
The man clenched his fists at the memory.
He remembered the constant kunai being thrown, as he held his head down in his decayed home, carefully holding on to his only kunai, begging for survival; he had one he had to protect...
He lived in that house for an additional year... Alone.
After a year, he began to run out of food in his home; when he finally left, he only saw exactly what he had feared.
Death and devastation everywhere. The very earth itself was scarred after intense battles and incomprehensible damage.
The man walked forward.
He knew he had to find her.
For the better part of two years the man traveled, he encountered very few people; just twice, in which both times they perished before the man could save them.
He continued his travels, alone.
Finally after having walked a distance of over 1,000 miles, the man fell down upon the door of her old home.
The man stopped and looked at the door in which he fell upon. He remembered the first time he opened that door and saw her.
She had stood in front of the door, as if she was questioning whether or not she should have opened it.
And then finally their eyes met.
They had studied each other's eyes for nearly a century before the man closed the door and opened it again, the girl still standing there. He had blinked his eyes in disbelieve that such a beautiful thing could exist. **
The man then stood up from where he had fallen and opened the door.
Standing there was that very angel
He had first seen ten years ago when he was of sixteen years.
She looked at him shocked; the man stared into her eyes, before they embraced each other. They were finally reunited.
They traveled together, and brought hope to everywhere they went; that love still existed in a world of pain and warfare.
They eventually settled into a home they named: "Destiny Cliff, the place where all your dreams come true."
It attracted numerous refugees daily, so the man would go and scavenge for resources.
Then the day came.
It started off with a soft, brief rain and a surprisingly gentle wind, something that hadn't been seen in years.
The man was out scavenging for resources, when suddenly he heard the scream.
He bolted to the location as quickly as he could. The rain grew to a heavier form and the wind picked up in speed.
Thunder could be heard in the distance as the man finally arrived to the location of the scream.
His love, the perfect angel; the beauty of all the world was being held off the side of their home. The man holding her by the wrist held a kunai to her head.
Finally the shinobi saw the man, and displayed to the world the darkest smile ever seen, before pulling the slicing the girl's throat.
Lightning flashed and streaked through the sky as the heavens cried.
The girl then fell from their home; soaring into the ocean beneath.
The man cried out but could only watch as she flew off as the angel she truly was.
The entire world shook violently and the murderer lost his balance and fell from the cliff.
After years of sobs, tears finally reached the man again.
All those that had lived on the cliff came to comfort the man, but to no success, as he truly missed her.
However he knew that she would have wanted him to defend those who had taken refuge at the cliffs.
He cared about them all, as if they were his family.
He wasn't truly alone.
He never was...
For her angel watched over him for the remainder of his long life.
Long live Love; the eternal art.*
After Frederick read the story; he began thinking of his own story with Sophie. No the story wasn't the same but in a way the story was similar…
Sasori returned carrying a small vial in his hand.
"Love exists in a form of eternal beauty; you have a long journey ahead of you. Take this cure-all antidote and use it to preserve something you feel is important."
Frederick looked at Sasori curiously.
"Why are you helping me like this Sasori?"
Sasori merely shook his head as he sent Frederick away.
Frederick began to walk back to the main conference room as he began to think of tomorrow's battle.
Everyone was building the pressure…why was this so important?
As Frederick walked past the conference room Hidan had returned and was eating some food.
"Yo chick; hope you die tomorrow by getting fried!"
Frederick ignored Hidan as he walked down his own hallway.
Frederick washed and then entered his bed.
He closed his eyes and focused on sleeping; he prayed for a dreamless night.*
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