The Lost Shinobi

What Is Real, Isn't Really Forgotten

This felt weird. I couldn't see much, but pain was passing through my veins. I heard sounds of cutting, and I could feel it. I instinctively touched my eyes, only to feel bandages.

"Shh, it's okay, this will only hurt for a little while," a voice whispered to me. I felt like nodding, only to be interrupted by something sawing where my stomach was. I felt myself screaming in pain, but they kept at it. It was like they were persistent on ripping me open.

"Stop! Please! It hurts!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs. They stopped for a little, until a crack was heard, and I screamed louder than before. They cracked my rib. I was confused since memories of the Akuma were interrupting appearing but fading.

Reality hit me, the Akuma family was a part of a Genjutsu. The real thing was the torture I felt right now. I could still feel the pain rumbling around. The next thing I knew, I was in a cramped space. I touched something cold and made of metal. A cage.

A cage, and the pain I felt did not make anything better. I began to cry, the pain was too much and my cracked rib was bleeding out. I could feel the wet blood through my shirt, and touching it made it worse. I heard the cage door open and then felt warms hands bandage my rib and stomach.

I flinched, and moved backwards as she touched my wound. "It's okay, don't worry I won't hurt you," the voice sounded familiar. "Seika?" I asked, still tearful. I could hear her sigh, "Yes, Akiko, it's me." I reached over to hug her, but the pain pulled me back.

"Nii-chan, why can't I see?" I asked her. Why was I calling her my sister? She isn't anything to me. My bandages in my face were unwrapped, and I could see, in a blur. Seika's blonde hair was tightened into a braid. Her green eyes showed a bit of care in them.

I was dumbfounded by how much she would pay attention to me. I tried to stand up, only to have her try and sit me down. "Don't, you'll make the wound even worse," she warned. I saw her pick me up and heal my wound. Green chakra surrounded her hands and the pain began to go away.

I saw my wound, and it turned into a scar. There was a mirror and I looked in it. My hair was short, but my eyes were weird. They were grey white, which I found weird. There was the sound of a door slamming. Seika picked me up, bandaged my eyes again.

I couldn't see, but I felt like I was back in the cage. There was metal slamming, and different people were talking at once. I could feel a sharp blade piercing through my skin on my arm. The pain was beyond anything I would ever feel.

I could feel broken bones, and flesh. They were mine, and I struggled to move or even speak. The door slammed and I was left there, left to die. My bones mended together and my flesh was stitched up. Seika was back, since her chakra repeated. There was something different. Another chakra was inside.

I was freed from my cage, in which I blindingly moved my hands to find where I was going. Seika grabbed my hand and air hit my face. I was outside. The door quietly closed, and my bandages were taken off of my face. I could see something bright hit my eyes. The sun.

I saw it as my chance to run, so I ran. Away from the Akuma, Seika, torture. I found myself in Deja Vu. Meeting and talking to Kiba. I was walking back, and Seika grabbed me, "Hurry, before they find out that you're gone." I was rushed to the Akuma. Back with the torturous existence.

Bandages, and the cage. I heard a rustle and sensed a familiar chakra beside me. "Z-Zabuza?" I whimpered. I touched the cold bars, and felt large warm hands with bandages touch them, "It's okay, I'm here." The cage opened and my bandages were unwrapped off my face.

Zabuza, with a determined look in his eyes, delicately took me out of the cage. I stepped out and tried to balance myself. Zabuza rushed me, "Before they come back, hurry." I tried to follow him as fast as I could but I heard the snap of a light. "Ah, so, the Demon of the Mist has come to reclaim what was once his," a female voice echoed.