A/N: yeah, this chapter is short as well. But I'm gonna update it frequently, so about… 4 chapters a week. More if I get creative bursts. Don't be surprised if I haven't updated for a while- I get writer's block easily since I don't get enough sleep. Why? I'm an insomniac! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in anyway, shape, or form. I just own my OC Karu… and this story/story's plot :P ONWARD TO THE STOREH!!
~*Karu's POV*~
I stared at the white tiled flooring. And stared. And stared. Do I really have to keep saying it? I'm bored! I looked into my mind and mentally looked around the room, everything was the exact copy from the room. Meaning I memorized it completely, and exactly. Everything was white. White walls, white bed sheets, white metal bed frame, white floor tiles, white ceiling tiles, white trimming around the room, white door knobs. Yes, the only things not white, was the chair I was currently sitting in, the desk I was allowed to use and put all my non-clothes items in, the door leading to the hallway -which I never used-, and the doors to the closet and the bathroom. And yes, everything in there was basically white. No, I'm not going to say every detail about the bathroom to any readers who are stupid enough to not know what a white bathroom looks like. My dark blue hood shadowed my eyes from the bright room. If you have never noticed, a white room can give you a headache. And fast. I subconsciously tugged my long sleeves further down my arms, covering most of my hands until the middle of my fingers. I lanced out the window when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. My eyes probably glowed slightly from the dark depths of my hoodie. I looked outside to the tree that was outside, a foot or two away from my window. The last of its leaves waved slightly in the soft breeze a few feet away from my window. That wasn't what caught my attention though. My eyes had darted to part of the tree's tall trunk, a little to the right. I saw some sort of cloth sway slightly from it's movement, I could only see a little art of it but I only needed that much to see two more colors. Red and white. I stared at the small gap the leaves of the great oak gave me and saw the owner of the cloth move. The cloth was replaced with an eye, staring at my window, staring in my direction, staring at me.