The White Crow ((Akatsuki modern love story)) Akatsuki X OC

Ch. 4

New Acquaintances And Confrontations

Karasu's (Menma's) P.O.V.

I sat on the edge of a stiff medical bed. The tips of my shoes just barely  touching the tile floor. I kicked them absentmindedly; my brain trying to focus after such a harsh beat down. There were questions rolling around my head but I didn't have an answer to any of them. I had always knew there were things I didn't know about this city. I may have grown up here, but with my fractured memory before my exile, I might as well be a tourist from a foreign country. Not all of my memory was gone though. Bits and pieces have gotten more clear as time has gone on. However, it's mostly trivial things and it's never clear enough to get the full picture. My brow furrowed in thought. 'Had father ever mentioned this school before?' It felt as though it was something he would have mentioned, but trying to dig up the past in a mind that refused to remember was painful. 'Had I ever been told about this inner power called chakra? What even was it? Why do I apparently have it without knowledge of it, or did I know about it and forgot it with my banishment?' Too many questions... 'Did this school really train warriors? In all my work in the shadows of the nations, how had I not found out about this? Other schools weren't like this were they?' Gaara's voice suddenly rang in my head like a gong.

"Come on, we have Phys-ed next. Though, its a little different than what your probably used to in other schools."

'That must've been what he meant...' I was brought out of my own head by a hand vigorously waving in front of my face. I blinked a few times in confusion and turned to look at the owner of said hand.

"Hey... Are you..." The voice started, it belonged to the blonde kid that brought me here. 'What was his name again?' The kid looked a little strange. He wore a orange and black jacket and matching pants. His blue eyes were squinted in... Was that accusation i saw in his eyes? My mind flipped out momentarily. 'Did he already figure out i'm a girl?!' I held my breath for him to finish his sentence. "Constipated?" Point five seconds... Point five seconds was all it would take to kill this kid. It only took me point two seconds to punch him in the face.

"Of course not you idiot! I was just thinking was all." He spun around a few times in a dazed manner before shaking his head clear and pouting like a child.

"OW! What'd you have to go and hit me for!" He whined.

"Because your an idiot." I stated before glancing around the room. It was a typical infirmary, its main colors were white and gray. A sickly sweet sterilized scent filled the room and I instantly started to feel nervous for some reason. My stomach churned and sweat formed on my forehead. 'Why am i getting nervous all the sudden?' I could feel my breathing straining, like i was in a choke hold and couldn't get air. 'Fear? Why am I afraid?'

"Hey. You don't look so good... Hang on ill go get the nurse!" The boy ran out of the room. My head began to pound in rhythm with my quickened heart. My head rested in my hands, trying to get a grip on reality. Visions flashed in my eyes. Fuzzy and unfocused. 'Was I remembering something?' I could hardly make out the visions they were so blurry. I was in pain. Not just currently, but in this memory. I was in searing agony. I had looked down, my body was only covered with a pair of thin shorts and a cheap sports bra. My feet were bare, I could see how little they were. I was extremely young. My body struggled, but was held in place with strong leather straps. I cried out, whether in the memory or in real life, I wasn't sure. My back was ice cold, held tight against a metal table. My vision rotated around a room of nothing but blackness. Could I not remember those parts of this hell or was it just that dark? My head turned to the left as a chill ran down my already ice cold spine and I was met with a pair of yellow eyes. Much brighter than my own, almost like a pair of snake eyes. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't scream nor could I move. The sound of snapping fingers pulled me away from the nightmare. I was breathless and I blinked a few times to clear the lasting images of those yellow eyes.