Hello! I seriously didn't expect myself to get past CH5, so being at CH7 and having a story line and plot planned out is new for me. Thanks to all of you who comment/ vote/ like/ tweet because when I get those emails I feel like soaring above the clouds on a pegasus. I'm so sorry for not updating, it was because I had to work all weekend and I wasn't able to go onto the computer.
So Read On!!!!!!!!!!
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*About A Weeek Later*
I rested my hands tensely in my lap as I waited for my turn to be interrogated by their ANBU, I was the last one to be interrogated because I had to bury my dead child these last few days. Naomi stood beside me as I buried the urn containing the ashes of Ichigo, she and I watching the gravedigger filling in the hole long after the man who conducted the ceremony left. I was wearing the clothing I had worn since I started my travels, the fabric worn and the seams torn, my hair was up in a tight bun at the back of my head.
Naomi and I had later walked back to the house we were guests at, slipping in silently, trying to avoid the overly welcome and sympathic hosts. We spent the rest of the night goofing off and sharing horror stories, I could say that it was first night of normality in a long time. It almost seemed as if the world outside was nothing but white noise, and us two girls were in a hidden cranny, laughing away and joking about our futures.
My thoughts were interupted by the animal masked man tapping me on the shoulder, I looked up and nodded. Getting into a standing positin, I followed the man into the interrogation room. My heart started to beat uneasily, and my palms started to sweat. The man gestured for me to sit down in the chair, following his command I sat down rigidly.
"Name?" he asked, I jumped at hearing him speak
"Hamasaki, Hamasaki Haruna." I answered stocially
"Place and date of birth." he asked, while writing down my previous answer
"May 28, Suna." I lied
"Age?"
"15." I said honestly
He finished writing, and he looked up, "Now for the second part of it to see if you were telling the truth."
"Okay." I said emotionless, but truthfully, on the inside I was flipping out.
The man started us those hand gestures, but in a strange sequence I don't remember seeing before. I felt my heart beat faster than it already was, and my head started to pound as I felt an alien preasense in my mind. Trying to feebly fight back the intruder, I realized it was the man starting to shift through my memories. My 'attacks' ceased, as my mind was filled with events of the last week, seeing and hearing what I did or said.
I thought he was supposed to stop at a certain point in my memories and call me innocent, like he did with Naomi; but strangely he kept on going, diving deeper into my memories. He saw and heard what I saw and heard at the Akatsuki's base. Diving even deeper, he saw the memories of what I hoped no one would see, these were the memories of my heartbreak and despair, of not feeling loved. He saw the joyful Christmas's and beautiful Easter Vigils. Going through my childhood, he found the part of my memories from where all of it started, 'My name is Karolina Rose Abrahams, I am 15.'
I felt the sudden withdrawl from my mind and stiffened, I saw the ANBU stumble back a few steps towards the door, "Can you please wait a moment?" he asked politely
"Yes."
He left the room quickly, locking the door behind me, leaving me alone. At the moment he left, my hands went immendiently to my face, covering my eyes, and not for the first time this week I sobbed. My life was offcially over and it was my fault. The life I had tried to build fell apart in the time it took to read my memories. The best I would recieve was banishment, and that would be if they were feeling especially gratious towards me, one of the other options was excution, the last being a life sentence in solitary cofinement.
In basic words, I was screwed. Another option, would be to force me to swear fealty towards the 5 great shinobi nations. But the last one, and the one that scared me the most, was becoming the servent of one of those men, I would be forced to live like one of them for as long as I existed here. Not that it wouldn't be bad, but living my life in the kind of environment is not my ideal plain of existance.
The ANBU opened the door and entered the room with several others. "Now the real interrogation can begin." he said
