Sorry for not uploading, but since school started this week, I haven't had a chance to think of to write for these next few chapters. I might end up timeskipping ahead again, but I'll warn you like I did the first time.
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I was found out, it was bad that they found out that I worked for the organization that planned to kill their Kazekage. It became worse after they realized that I was the one responsible for freeing the other slaves. And finally, my greatest sin of all, not being born in this world. They fussed over my memories, asking me about the technology I learned to use, the movies I saw, the books I read. Upon finding the things I feared, I saw them take notes. I had to translate the tongue of my people into their's so they would understand I was no threat.
My secrets became common knowledge of those who were on my case. Everything about me, including my hopes and dreams was not safe from their mind-reading jutsu. They found out my identities, the ones I played while on missions. My life and mind was an open book that they read and memorized. They realized that I was raised a Roman Catholic, but my faith was close to dead.
The ANBU reported their findings to the Kazekage daily, and the stench of my guilt for my various crimes I committed while under the command of the Akatsuki, hung in the air like midsummer humidity before a storm. Those in charge of my interrgation hid information from me, as to where I'll end up and if I'll die. Some took pity on me, as I was an innocent 15 year old in their minds, others thought of me as a hardened criminal deserving death.
I was served small meals consisting of a bowl of rice, a piece of bread, and a small jug of water. The turnkey was a large man who would spend hours in the night telling those with working ears of his travels and adventures across the 5 nations. I developed a habit of listening to the man until I fell asleep, letting his tales of freedom lull me to sleep. It was the mornings that I depised, because in the mornings the ANBU came for more investigation on my case.
They would drag me out of the cell and out through the walkways where I was insulted by the other prisoners because I spent most of my days out my cell. I could tell the ANBU were getting sick of going through the memories that were in my head. They had to test me, in order to find out my blood type because no one in my family knew.
They saw my dreams of freedom, as the ravings of a child thristing for freedom, and sadly I could feel my upcoming sentencing to life in prison for my crimes. One of those crimes, my existance. I could sense their growing unease as they figured out how I am what I am, I could feel that they wanted to use me, but they couldn't.
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"Child, I have been ordered to tell you that your sentencing is tomorrow." the turnkey told me when he handed me my dinner
"Thank you." I replied
"Why are you thanking me?"
"You have taken away my fear...my fear that I would spend my entire life like I am now." I thanked
"They have told me that the best you can hope for is to be exiled." he answerd
"And that is what I hope for with all my heart."
"Do not hope for that. They have seen your memories and longings, they will exile you, leaving you with nothing to your name. You will most likely starve to death. Pray to your God of many names, pray for mercy and for a sympathic jury. Pray for the family that you abandoned, pray that they will live on without their daughter. Pray for the boy who loved you as a child, pray that that he will be healed. And finally, pray for the children you will bear in the future so that they are as blessed with power as you are." He ranted
"I have already prayed, I have prayed for my entire life with no answer. Why do you think it'll make a difference if I do it now? I have hoped for the best, for all of those who you have listed. That is all I can do, and all I will do." I answered
"Child, you are wise beyound you're years, yet you are still a child. Hope that you may live." He told me.
"Thank you for the stories, I've always enjoyed being told a story. You should write a book for the future generations." I said
"Thank you." he answered while walking away
I curled up on the thin mat I was given to sleep on, while hearing the loud curses and swears thrown around. Ignoring them, I felt my eyes sting with the unshed tears. My heart pounded in fear, as I felt sleep take me, knowing that this would be my last night.
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Just a quick note, I don't own Naruto or any characters you remember from the manga or anime. I do own the characters I use to create a more realistic atomosphere. And the reason why I chose to change Haruna's original name was because my great-grandmother is named Carolina, and I love how it goes so well witih Rose. I used the K spelling because I like obsure spellings of names.
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