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Yeah, so I’ve been talking with a very successful and extremely talented artist on da that shall

remain anonymous until I finish part 1 of Patrick’s story. Sorry for the pic but it was the best one

I could find that was the most accurate to my wonderful and colorful imagination XD! Moving the

plot along little by little and as always, critique is encouraged and greatly appreciated. Also ya,

this was the closest pic I could find to what I was thinking of in the story.

Patrick walked with the 3 ninja into a separate room with some chairs surrounding a large

wooden rectangular table that sat opposite to the small kitchen area separated by a grey stone

counter. It was a very nice room, like the empty hotel rooms he was sometimes able to sneak

into. They all sat down and Patrick followed suit, each one of them getting their own side, Patrick

closest to the door facing Ao with the Mizukage to his left and Chōjūrō to his right. He had no

idea what to say, should he confess, deny it, or… tell the truth? He was just about to make up

his mind when the Mizukage said “So, Patrick, what are you doing in the Land of Water?” she

asked in a calm voice. “Oh! Uh… I travel… around… a lot…” stuttered Patrick. Even though he

had to resort to it a lot, he was a terrible liar. “Hmm, like where?

Actually a better question is where are you from?” Her tone was calm but he could tell she

was starting to lose patience. “I’m from the North…” “What part of the North, there is a lot of it?”

Ok, he was obviously losing this game of dodge the question. If he lied, he would be found out

immediately but he didn’t know why he needed to hide, he wasn’t the one doing all the terrible

things to those innocent people, but all they saw was that he was the one with the blood on his

hands… and around his mouth…, so they always thought it was him and he never got a chance

to explain himself. ‘They’ appeared to be hibernating because of the large meal they recently

had of a small village in the Land of Fire so this might be his one and only chance to actually get

his case heard. He realized he had been staring down at the table for too long and they all had

worried looks on their faces; even Ao was getting a little concerned. He looked back up and

tears were streaming down Patrick’s cheeks, but he had a small smile on his face.

“You are the first people to ever ask, why?! What do you want with me!?” his smile faded and

was replaced with one of futile rage as he shouted growing more violent. They were all shocked;

some more than others. The Mizukage was the first to recover and put a hand on his shoulder

but it was immediately slapped away. The other two were now on guard and reached for their

weapons, Patrick just laughed silently to himself. “I knew it, you are just like all the others. You

don’t trust me or care about me. All you want is the power you know I have, but you were the

first people to try and pretend to be kind to me and thank you for robe, I needed some now

clothes.” Patrick made a few hand signs as the two jumped at him, the Mizukage standing still

staring at him. Just as he finished his hand signs and the two were on top of him but all they hit

were each other, as all that was left of Patrick was a thin cloud of cold air.

While the two recovered from hitting their head, Ao annoyed and about to yell at Chōjūrō

until he saw the look on the Mizukage’s face. She stared at where the boy was with a strangely

mixed look of disbelief, determination, and concern. “Call in reinforcements and the ANBU, I

want him found and I want him brought back to the Mist.” She ordered the two. They stood up

quickly, Chōjūrō fumbling a bit as he prepared the letter to be attached to the bird, but Ao

looked confused. “Lady Mizukage, is that wise? We don’t even know what the boy is capable of,

he thinks were trying to steal his ‘power’, so it must be something dangerous and he may react

violently.” But Mei just looked out the window that showed an tree that moved lazily as a small,

cold breeze blew past, scattering a few leafs in the wind. “We need to find him. If the reports are

true from the leaf, he will only cause more damage.”

Patrick was really, REALLY getting sick of running now. He had run from village to village for

almost three years and he never got used to it, not even a little. But now was not the time to

complain, he needed to get away from that village as fast as he could, or else they might catch

him. What they didn’t know was that Patrick didn’t want to be captured, not because he didn’t

want to be caught, but because the last time he was caught almost everyone in the village he

was in died… he knew from experience that it could and would happen again. He jumped from t

ree to tree, able to jump instead of running now that there was a forest. He needed a new plan;

the Land of Water knew what he looked like now, maybe the Land of Lightning? He was lightly

daydreaming about finding a cave at the foot of mountain, no one would see him because of the

clouds blocking their view of the world below, just him and maybe a small garden of fruits and

vegetables he grew from discarded seeds.
He was in the middle of wondering what would grow in the Land of Lightning’s climate when

he suddenly sensed some ninja coming up from behind him. They did a poor job of not being

noticed. He was heading north toward the Land of Lightning which would mean he would need

to go up the Land of Fire’s coastline to get there, since they were probably Mist ninja all he

would have to do is get to the Land of Fire before they caught him. Suddenly he stopped on a

branch, and was breathing a little heavily from the sudden escape.

He was completely surrounded from every angle by ANBU Mist ninja. He was about to make

some hand signs, but was cut off guard by a quick but quiet sound and suddenly had a sharp

pain in his neck. He placed his hand on his neck and pulled out a small needle, most likely

drugged, and it was kicking in quickly as he wobbled around on the branch he was standing on.

It was night so he couldn’t tell but it seemed everything was getting blurry, he felt sick to his

stomach and light in the head. Suddenly, his eyes felt as heavy as giant boulders as his legs

started wobble and were about to give out from under him and then he passed out and fell,

plummeting toward the ground headfirst.

Patrick always hated waking up, but this was a special occasion where he hated it even

more. His head was throbbing and wanted to rub his temples to see if that was help the pain

dissipate, except that his hands were bound to the arms of a chair, not a good sign. He sat up

and realized he was sitting/tied to a chair. The room he was in was all white just like the

medium sized desk he was sleeping on. He must have been there for a while because his face

was sore and there was a small amount of drool on his face and on the table.

He was about to try and escape when the door in front of him to the right opened and a man

came in. He was wearing a large robe with a mask so he could only see the area around his

eyes, which was a little tan and his eyes were a light hazel. The area around the man’s eye, at

least he assumed it was a man, was wrinkled with age, but not terribly, he was maybe in his

mid- 50s. He sat opposite to him across the table and made some hand signs. Patrick had no

idea what he was doing but didn’t say a word. Suddenly he remembered what had happened to

him and he guessed he was in the Hidden Mist and was here for an interrogation, a.k.a… invade

his mind! “NO, MISTER, YOU CAN’T LOOK IN MY MIND!! IT’S TOO DANGEROUS, PLEASE STOP!!

I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET HURT!!” but Patrick’s pleas fell on deaf hears as he continued his

hand signs. Now Patrick was tugging at the ropes, fighting and thrashing violently, shaking his

head and kicking his feet still begging the man to stop until suddenly they both stopped and

Patrick slumped over in his chair.

Inside Patrick’s mind was nothing the man hadn’t seen before, the brain in large room

connected by nerve ending joining the brain to the body. ‘Well, let’s see what this brat has in his

mind that’s so dangerous’ said the man as he floated through Patrick’s subconscious. He reached

out and touched the grey matter and a scroll popped out and began unraveling ‘Ok, here we go,

memories.’ Right behind him a shadow moved, quickly and quietly. It would be unnoticed to

most but he was a ninja, but even he could only barely sense it. ‘What was that?’ thought the

man inside Patrick’s mind. ‘Nothing, the sooner I get out of here the better, this kid’s brain

creeps me out.’
He continued to try to make sense of the memories he found. He found a lot of sad things

like eating old food people had thrown out, getting beaten up, but was unusual was he also

found large gaps in his memory. But as soon as the memories went back to normal, he was in a

different place. In the memory Patrick looked around confused, he looked at his hands and they

were… covered in blood! ‘Wh-What is this!?’ shouted the man inside Patrick’s mind. Suddenly he

sensed the shadow much closer to him and it defiantly wasn’t his imagination. He spun around

quickly to see what it was. ‘This isn’t possible, I had the brat’s mind under a jutsu so he can’t

think or react to what I’m doing!’ He looked behind him, but only saw the usual things he saw

inside of a mind, a wall surrounding the subject’s brain.

He felt the shadow move again behind him and suddenly felt cold. This time when he looked

behind him he saw something, but he wished he hadn’t. It was a figure cloaked in black; it had

long arms with long, sharp-looking claws on each of them that were like curved daggers, thick

black fur covering it’s body not showing a single feature on the creature but only giving it a basic

outline, and a long tail curving out from behind it the curved upward. It stood upright while

floating like a human but clearly wasn’t because it had the face of a dog and… it was…

smiling!? ‘Well, it seems you ignored the boy’s warnings.’

The man was stunned, this was impossible, not even a split personality could escape the

jutsu he used so it couldn’t be that, so what was it!?! ‘You know,” snarled the beast, ‘it’s rude to

enter somewhere you’re not WELCOME!!’ putting a lot of emphasis in the last word as he

slashed at the man inside of Patrick’s mind. ‘GAHH!’ the man’s had been cut into four pieces and

he faded away from his mind. ‘Good, I wouldn’t want him learning our little secret. That

probably didn’t kill him, but it should send a message.’ ‘Brother, can I come out now?’ said a

much lower voice than the creepy, raspy voice of the smaller creature. ‘Yes, you idiot you can

come out now.’

From the depths of Patrick’s mind came a much larger shadow in the shape of a large bear

with giant paws that could smash a house like it was a matchbox, short black hair and short

bulky legs. ‘Did you get him, brother?’ asked the larger shadow in a more innocent tone but in

the voice of a large fully grown man. ‘Yes and no, he is alive, but he learned nothing.’ The larger

one looked disappointed. ‘Ahh, but why didn’t you kill him big brother!’ the small one glared at

him sharply ‘BECAUSE IT FAVORS US, YOU GIANT IMBOSILE!’ snapped back the smaller

one. ‘What do you mean?’ said the large shadow in a more defeated tone. ‘Well, let’s just say

that when they learn what’s in the boy’s mind, they won’t be able to help but make him

miserable, and the more miserable he is, the stronger we become.’ Said the small shadow in

foreboding voice ‘OH! So does that mean it’s almost time big brother!’ replied the larger

one. ‘Yes, almost. Soon we will have control.’ then the two faded away inside his mind.

Patrick was the first to recover from passing out. What was with him and passing out lately?

Then he saw the man on the table was still unconscious. “HEY, ARE YOU OK! WAKE UP!” that’s

when he started to panic again “Ohnoohnoohnoohno! Notherernotnowthisisbad, PLEASE WAKE

UP!” but before he could say anymore a small group of people wearing the same robes as the

man that was unconscious burst into the room screaming “KOKUSHU, WAKE UP! WHAT

HAPPENED!?” shouted one of the men who rushed in, but he was still unconscious. ‘YOU! WHAT

DID YOU DO TO HIM! ANSWER ME!” their concern turned to blind rage that was focused at

Patrick. “I-I don’t know-!” some of them yelled at him louder some grabbed his shirt and raised

him up as far has his tied up arms would allow and struck him hard repeatedly asking the same

question. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!” “I DON’T KNOW!!” was all he said, tears pouring down

his bruised face. Clearly dissatisfied with his answer they continued to beat him and scream at

him. The world was getting blurry again but this time from full grown men striking him

repeatedly in the head. He was sure he had a concussion because he felt like throwing up, but

just before he lost consciousness for what seemed like the hundredth time that week, someone

else burst into the room. “THAT WILL BE QUITE ENOUGH!!” everyone immediately stopped what

they were doing, except Patrick who was still crying tied to the chair with cuts and bruises

covering most of his body. His neck had gone limp but he was able to raise it high enough to see

who had saved him, but when he saw who it was he was shocked. It was Ao, the last man he

thought would want to stop his beating. “YOU WERE ORDERED TO EXTRACT THE

INFORMAITION FROM HIM, NOT BEAT HIM TO DEATH!!” the guys in white robes were obviously

very scared of him, but one managed to speak up above the others “W-We were, umm, trying t-

to get the i-i-information from the boy, but he did something to Kokushu!!” stuttered the man,

but quick to blame Patrick for something he had no idea about, he was used to it. Ao didn’t look

convinced even a little bit “YOU WERE SPECIFICALLY INSTRUCTED NOT TO HARM THE BOY!!!”

he was seething with rage, but… why? Why did this man care what they did to him? No one had

ever stepped in when he was getting beaten up before, not even when he was in a village in the

Land of Rice Patties and those kids beat him up for having funny looking teeth. Their parents

were watching the whole thing and not one of them even lifted a finger to help him. They just

stood there, no caring one way or the other, those eyes… cold and unfeeling. The older kids

eventually got bored when he stopped moving and screaming and left to bully someone else,

but he still felt terrible about what had happened to them, not even they deserved to go through

such misery, such pain... So why Ao, why would he even care, why would anyone care about

some filthy street trash with no family, no friends, and no village? “ALL OF YOU, OUT BEFORE I

DO SOMETHING TO STAIN THIS WHITE ROOM RED!!!” they could not get out of that room fast

enough as they all shoved past each other franticly trying to escape Ao’s wrath. After the last

one stumbled out of the door sprinting after the others, Ao walked up to Patrick “Hey, wake up,

are you ok?” he leaned over to check to see how bad the wounds were. Patrick, still barely

conscious, was able to shake his head ‘No’ before throwing up, staining the once spotless white

table except for a few splatterings of blood that were smacked out of his mouth onto the table.

Ao sat up quickly and left, returning with a girl with short light brown hair in light blue robe with

a beautiful purple lotus on it. “He’s in here, he needs help immediately.” Ao pointed at Patrick

and she and Ao untied his arms and laid him down on the smooth white floor, she opened up his

robe to inspect the wounds on his body. “Looks like he’s bruised a lot of internal organs and

fractured a rib, he also has a pretty deep cut on his stomach. His face isn’t any better, it’s

already getting swollen and he has a black left eye. He may have a concussion.” she sounded a

little worried which only made Patrick feel worse, but he was still in too much pain to care. She

then put her hands over his chest and her hands started to glow a light green. She was a

medical ninja, he had seen them before when… well he had seen them heal people before, but

this was the first time one had operated on him. It felt like his pain was being numbed but also

healed, but not fast enough. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he coughed up some blood and

kept on coughing “Chikuyu, what is the matter with him!” he said while checking on the other

man who was passed out after Patrick woke up. “I think they damaged one of his lungs! This

doesn’t look good!” She was focusing really hard on his chest as her hands glowed a stronger,

brighter green. Eventually the coughing stopped and his breathing returned to normal. “Ok, that

should do it.” said the girl in an exasperated manner as she fell back and rested against the wall

of the room. “Bye the way, how is that guy?” she asked a in a mixture of curiosity and

worry. “He’s fine, just in a coma, not to serious though, he should be out of it in a few days

tops.” “Well that’s good.” said the girl staring at Patrick, wondering how the interrogation team

could beat a small child like that. It was… unforgivable! Patrick was asleep now, tired from a

VERY long day, all he could do was sleep, but before he fell asleep, he look one last look at Ao,

the man who had saved him, and thought ‘I hope he survives.’

Oh no, Patrick ! Ya, but don’t worry, he will be ok, were almost out of the sad part. I am slowly

but surely getting better at writing and I hope to keep progressing.

Naruto and its characters © Masashi Kishimoto

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Yeah, so I’ve been talking with a very successful and extremely talented artist on da that shall

remain anonymous until I finish part 1 of Patrick’s story. Sorry for the pic but it was the best one

I could find that was the most accurate to my wonderful and colorful imagination XD! Moving the

plot along little by little and as always, critique is encouraged and greatly appreciated. Also ya,

this was the closest pic I could find to what I was thinking of in the story.

Patrick walked with the 3 ninja into a separate room with some chairs surrounding a large

wooden rectangular table that sat opposite to the small kitchen area separated by a grey stone

counter. It was a very nice room, like the empty hotel rooms he was sometimes able to sneak

into. They all sat down and Patrick followed suit, each one of them getting their own side, Patrick

closest to the door facing Ao with the Mizukage to his left and Chōjūrō to his right. He had no

idea what to say, should he confess, deny it, or… tell the truth? He was just about to make up

his mind when the Mizukage said “So, Patrick, what are you doing in the Land of Water?” she

asked in a calm voice. “Oh! Uh… I travel… around… a lot…” stuttered Patrick. Even though he

had to resort to it a lot, he was a terrible liar. “Hmm, like where?

Actually a better question is where are you from?” Her tone was calm but he could tell she

was starting to lose patience. “I’m from the North…” “What part of the North, there is a lot of it?”

Ok, he was obviously losing this game of dodge the question. If he lied, he would be found out

immediately but he didn’t know why he needed to hide, he wasn’t the one doing all the terrible

things to those innocent people, but all they saw was that he was the one with the blood on his

hands… and around his mouth…, so they always thought it was him and he never got a chance

to explain himself. ‘They’ appeared to be hibernating because of the large meal they recently

had of a small village in the Land of Fire so this might be his one and only chance to actually get

his case heard. He realized he had been staring down at the table for too long and they all had

worried looks on their faces; even Ao was getting a little concerned. He looked back up and

tears were streaming down Patrick’s cheeks, but he had a small smile on his face.

“You are the first people to ever ask, why?! What do you want with me!?” his smile faded and

was replaced with one of futile rage as he shouted growing more violent. They were all shocked;

some more than others. The Mizukage was the first to recover and put a hand on his shoulder

but it was immediately slapped away. The other two were now on guard and reached for their

weapons, Patrick just laughed silently to himself. “I knew it, you are just like all the others. You

don’t trust me or care about me. All you want is the power you know I have, but you were the

first people to try and pretend to be kind to me and thank you for robe, I needed some now

clothes.” Patrick made a few hand signs as the two jumped at him, the Mizukage standing still

staring at him. Just as he finished his hand signs and the two were on top of him but all they hit

were each other, as all that was left of Patrick was a thin cloud of cold air.

While the two recovered from hitting their head, Ao annoyed and about to yell at Chōjūrō

until he saw the look on the Mizukage’s face. She stared at where the boy was with a strangely

mixed look of disbelief, determination, and concern. “Call in reinforcements and the ANBU, I

want him found and I want him brought back to the Mist.” She ordered the two. They stood up

quickly, Chōjūrō fumbling a bit as he prepared the letter to be attached to the bird, but Ao

looked confused. “Lady Mizukage, is that wise? We don’t even know what the boy is capable of,

he thinks were trying to steal his ‘power’, so it must be something dangerous and he may react

violently.” But Mei just looked out the window that showed an tree that moved lazily as a small,

cold breeze blew past, scattering a few leafs in the wind. “We need to find him. If the reports are

true from the leaf, he will only cause more damage.”

Patrick was really, REALLY getting sick of running now. He had run from village to village for

almost three years and he never got used to it, not even a little. But now was not the time to

complain, he needed to get away from that village as fast as he could, or else they might catch

him. What they didn’t know was that Patrick didn’t want to be captured, not because he didn’t

want to be caught, but because the last time he was caught almost everyone in the village he

was in died… he knew from experience that it could and would happen again. He jumped from t

ree to tree, able to jump instead of running now that there was a forest. He needed a new plan;

the Land of Water knew what he looked like now, maybe the Land of Lightning? He was lightly

daydreaming about finding a cave at the foot of mountain, no one would see him because of the

clouds blocking their view of the world below, just him and maybe a small garden of fruits and

vegetables he grew from discarded seeds.
He was in the middle of wondering what would grow in the Land of Lightning’s climate when

he suddenly sensed some ninja coming up from behind him. They did a poor job of not being

noticed. He was heading north toward the Land of Lightning which would mean he would need

to go up the Land of Fire’s coastline to get there, since they were probably Mist ninja all he

would have to do is get to the Land of Fire before they caught him. Suddenly he stopped on a

branch, and was breathing a little heavily from the sudden escape.

He was completely surrounded from every angle by ANBU Mist ninja. He was about to make

some hand signs, but was cut off guard by a quick but quiet sound and suddenly had a sharp

pain in his neck. He placed his hand on his neck and pulled out a small needle, most likely

drugged, and it was kicking in quickly as he wobbled around on the branch he was standing on.

It was night so he couldn’t tell but it seemed everything was getting blurry, he felt sick to his

stomach and light in the head. Suddenly, his eyes felt as heavy as giant boulders as his legs

started wobble and were about to give out from under him and then he passed out and fell,

plummeting toward the ground headfirst.

Patrick always hated waking up, but this was a special occasion where he hated it even

more. His head was throbbing and wanted to rub his temples to see if that was help the pain

dissipate, except that his hands were bound to the arms of a chair, not a good sign. He sat up

and realized he was sitting/tied to a chair. The room he was in was all white just like the

medium sized desk he was sleeping on. He must have been there for a while because his face

was sore and there was a small amount of drool on his face and on the table.

He was about to try and escape when the door in front of him to the right opened and a man

came in. He was wearing a large robe with a mask so he could only see the area around his

eyes, which was a little tan and his eyes were a light hazel. The area around the man’s eye, at

least he assumed it was a man, was wrinkled with age, but not terribly, he was maybe in his

mid- 50s. He sat opposite to him across the table and made some hand signs. Patrick had no

idea what he was doing but didn’t say a word. Suddenly he remembered what had happened to

him and he guessed he was in the Hidden Mist and was here for an interrogation, a.k.a… invade

his mind! “NO, MISTER, YOU CAN’T LOOK IN MY MIND!! IT’S TOO DANGEROUS, PLEASE STOP!!

I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET HURT!!” but Patrick’s pleas fell on deaf hears as he continued his

hand signs. Now Patrick was tugging at the ropes, fighting and thrashing violently, shaking his

head and kicking his feet still begging the man to stop until suddenly they both stopped and

Patrick slumped over in his chair.

Inside Patrick’s mind was nothing the man hadn’t seen before, the brain in large room

connected by nerve ending joining the brain to the body. ‘Well, let’s see what this brat has in his

mind that’s so dangerous’ said the man as he floated through Patrick’s subconscious. He reached

out and touched the grey matter and a scroll popped out and began unraveling ‘Ok, here we go,

memories.’ Right behind him a shadow moved, quickly and quietly. It would be unnoticed to

most but he was a ninja, but even he could only barely sense it. ‘What was that?’ thought the

man inside Patrick’s mind. ‘Nothing, the sooner I get out of here the better, this kid’s brain

creeps me out.’
He continued to try to make sense of the memories he found. He found a lot of sad things

like eating old food people had thrown out, getting beaten up, but was unusual was he also

found large gaps in his memory. But as soon as the memories went back to normal, he was in a

different place. In the memory Patrick looked around confused, he looked at his hands and they

were… covered in blood! ‘Wh-What is this!?’ shouted the man inside Patrick’s mind. Suddenly he

sensed the shadow much closer to him and it defiantly wasn’t his imagination. He spun around

quickly to see what it was. ‘This isn’t possible, I had the brat’s mind under a jutsu so he can’t

think or react to what I’m doing!’ He looked behind him, but only saw the usual things he saw

inside of a mind, a wall surrounding the subject’s brain.

He felt the shadow move again behind him and suddenly felt cold. This time when he looked

behind him he saw something, but he wished he hadn’t. It was a figure cloaked in black; it had

long arms with long, sharp-looking claws on each of them that were like curved daggers, thick

black fur covering it’s body not showing a single feature on the creature but only giving it a basic

outline, and a long tail curving out from behind it the curved upward. It stood upright while

floating like a human but clearly wasn’t because it had the face of a dog and… it was…

smiling!? ‘Well, it seems you ignored the boy’s warnings.’

The man was stunned, this was impossible, not even a split personality could escape the

jutsu he used so it couldn’t be that, so what was it!?! ‘You know,” snarled the beast, ‘it’s rude to

enter somewhere you’re not WELCOME!!’ putting a lot of emphasis in the last word as he

slashed at the man inside of Patrick’s mind. ‘GAHH!’ the man’s had been cut into four pieces and

he faded away from his mind. ‘Good, I wouldn’t want him learning our little secret. That

probably didn’t kill him, but it should send a message.’ ‘Brother, can I come out now?’ said a

much lower voice than the creepy, raspy voice of the smaller creature. ‘Yes, you idiot you can

come out now.’

From the depths of Patrick’s mind came a much larger shadow in the shape of a large bear

with giant paws that could smash a house like it was a matchbox, short black hair and short

bulky legs. ‘Did you get him, brother?’ asked the larger shadow in a more innocent tone but in

the voice of a large fully grown man. ‘Yes and no, he is alive, but he learned nothing.’ The larger

one looked disappointed. ‘Ahh, but why didn’t you kill him big brother!’ the small one glared at

him sharply ‘BECAUSE IT FAVORS US, YOU GIANT IMBOSILE!’ snapped back the smaller

one. ‘What do you mean?’ said the large shadow in a more defeated tone. ‘Well, let’s just say

that when they learn what’s in the boy’s mind, they won’t be able to help but make him

miserable, and the more miserable he is, the stronger we become.’ Said the small shadow in

foreboding voice ‘OH! So does that mean it’s almost time big brother!’ replied the larger

one. ‘Yes, almost. Soon we will have control.’ then the two faded away inside his mind.

Patrick was the first to recover from passing out. What was with him and passing out lately?

Then he saw the man on the table was still unconscious. “HEY, ARE YOU OK! WAKE UP!” that’s

when he started to panic again “Ohnoohnoohnoohno! Notherernotnowthisisbad, PLEASE WAKE

UP!” but before he could say anymore a small group of people wearing the same robes as the

man that was unconscious burst into the room screaming “KOKUSHU, WAKE UP! WHAT

HAPPENED!?” shouted one of the men who rushed in, but he was still unconscious. ‘YOU! WHAT

DID YOU DO TO HIM! ANSWER ME!” their concern turned to blind rage that was focused at

Patrick. “I-I don’t know-!” some of them yelled at him louder some grabbed his shirt and raised

him up as far has his tied up arms would allow and struck him hard repeatedly asking the same

question. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!” “I DON’T KNOW!!” was all he said, tears pouring down

his bruised face. Clearly dissatisfied with his answer they continued to beat him and scream at

him. The world was getting blurry again but this time from full grown men striking him

repeatedly in the head. He was sure he had a concussion because he felt like throwing up, but

just before he lost consciousness for what seemed like the hundredth time that week, someone

else burst into the room. “THAT WILL BE QUITE ENOUGH!!” everyone immediately stopped what

they were doing, except Patrick who was still crying tied to the chair with cuts and bruises

covering most of his body. His neck had gone limp but he was able to raise it high enough to see

who had saved him, but when he saw who it was he was shocked. It was Ao, the last man he

thought would want to stop his beating. “YOU WERE ORDERED TO EXTRACT THE

INFORMAITION FROM HIM, NOT BEAT HIM TO DEATH!!” the guys in white robes were obviously

very scared of him, but one managed to speak up above the others “W-We were, umm, trying t-

to get the i-i-information from the boy, but he did something to Kokushu!!” stuttered the man,

but quick to blame Patrick for something he had no idea about, he was used to it. Ao didn’t look

convinced even a little bit “YOU WERE SPECIFICALLY INSTRUCTED NOT TO HARM THE BOY!!!”

he was seething with rage, but… why? Why did this man care what they did to him? No one had

ever stepped in when he was getting beaten up before, not even when he was in a village in the

Land of Rice Patties and those kids beat him up for having funny looking teeth. Their parents

were watching the whole thing and not one of them even lifted a finger to help him. They just

stood there, no caring one way or the other, those eyes… cold and unfeeling. The older kids

eventually got bored when he stopped moving and screaming and left to bully someone else,

but he still felt terrible about what had happened to them, not even they deserved to go through

such misery, such pain... So why Ao, why would he even care, why would anyone care about

some filthy street trash with no family, no friends, and no village? “ALL OF YOU, OUT BEFORE I

DO SOMETHING TO STAIN THIS WHITE ROOM RED!!!” they could not get out of that room fast

enough as they all shoved past each other franticly trying to escape Ao’s wrath. After the last

one stumbled out of the door sprinting after the others, Ao walked up to Patrick “Hey, wake up,

are you ok?” he leaned over to check to see how bad the wounds were. Patrick, still barely

conscious, was able to shake his head ‘No’ before throwing up, staining the once spotless white

table except for a few splatterings of blood that were smacked out of his mouth onto the table.

Ao sat up quickly and left, returning with a girl with short light brown hair in light blue robe with

a beautiful purple lotus on it. “He’s in here, he needs help immediately.” Ao pointed at Patrick

and she and Ao untied his arms and laid him down on the smooth white floor, she opened up his

robe to inspect the wounds on his body. “Looks like he’s bruised a lot of internal organs and

fractured a rib, he also has a pretty deep cut on his stomach. His face isn’t any better, it’s

already getting swollen and he has a black left eye. He may have a concussion.” she sounded a

little worried which only made Patrick feel worse, but he was still in too much pain to care. She

then put her hands over his chest and her hands started to glow a light green. She was a

medical ninja, he had seen them before when… well he had seen them heal people before, but

this was the first time one had operated on him. It felt like his pain was being numbed but also

healed, but not fast enough. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he coughed up some blood and

kept on coughing “Chikuyu, what is the matter with him!” he said while checking on the other

man who was passed out after Patrick woke up. “I think they damaged one of his lungs! This

doesn’t look good!” She was focusing really hard on his chest as her hands glowed a stronger,

brighter green. Eventually the coughing stopped and his breathing returned to normal. “Ok, that

should do it.” said the girl in an exasperated manner as she fell back and rested against the wall

of the room. “Bye the way, how is that guy?” she asked a in a mixture of curiosity and

worry. “He’s fine, just in a coma, not to serious though, he should be out of it in a few days

tops.” “Well that’s good.” said the girl staring at Patrick, wondering how the interrogation team

could beat a small child like that. It was… unforgivable! Patrick was asleep now, tired from a

VERY long day, all he could do was sleep, but before he fell asleep, he look one last look at Ao,

the man who had saved him, and thought ‘I hope he survives.’

Oh no, Patrick ! Ya, but don’t worry, he will be ok, were almost out of the sad part. I am slowly

but surely getting better at writing and I hope to keep progressing.

Naruto and its characters © Masashi Kishimoto