Light in the Dark

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MY BABY IS BACKKKKK!! Now understand that this chapter goes back a little bit in time.. this is before the events of last chapter.. okay enjoy. Also this is where we start to go off the rails into our own little personal story line too!! This chapter is longer, and has two very major moments in it. Enjoy you guys.

Akari POV

Akari you have to wake up, you have to open your eyes my love, Akari, wake up.

It was a gentle voice that was ringing through my head, a voice that was so unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. Like I had heard it once before, but only in a dream. There was something about the voice that brought a sense of comfort to me.

As my mind was beginning to wake up I felt confusion go through me. I felt as though I shouldn't be here, as though it was wrong for me to be feeling the things I was feeling. My mind began to wander, trying to figure out the last thing I remember. I couldn't remember anything though, just bits and pieces. I remembered seeing Kakashi, and feeling a bit relieved to watch him leave. There was one another thing I remembered too...

Naruto.

The images of my brother being attacked by Pain flooded my brain and as if on instinct my body shot up from its spot. I instantly began to panic slightly as I looked around the area I was at.

A room, I was in a dark room with just a few candles lighting it. It was a room similar to Orochimaru's hideout, but it was different. This room was actually almost.. Nice? The bed was definitely a lot nicer, instead of just a cot. I looked around the room and felt a bit of panic as I tried to understand why some of my stuff was here.. Stuff from my room. My desk was on the other side of this room, and what looked like my picture frames were on the desk too.

I stood up from the bed, feeling my legs shake a little. How long had I been out? What the hell happened that I'm not dead? Or am I still dead and this is all just my version of the after life? This is what I choose to be stuck in for all eternity? A room much like the hideout I was basically a prisoner in but at least it had my stuff?

"Wow even in death my head is messed up." I said quietly, but except this didn't feel like death. The moment I saw Kakashi, that was death, that was what that felt like. This felt normal, but none of it made any sense. Why was I here, and not back in the village?

"Ah good, you're awake." A voice came from the dark side of the room and I felt my body tense up. I had no weapons on me, but I could break one of these frames and use the glass. There was also an emergency kunai I kept hidden underneath my desk..

"If you're looking for your weapon, I got rid of it, I figured you would feel the need to defend yourself but I can promise you Akari you're in no danger," I turned around to face the voice and felt my breath bitch a bit. He was a younger man, probably close to Kakashi's age.. One half of his entire body seemed to be nothing but scars though, while the other half seemed quite handsome.. His eyes though, his eyes stood out to me, well eye, one was the sharingan while the other one was covered with a patch.

"Who, who are you, why am I here?"

"You're here because I needed to protect you Akari, I needed to protect you from that village for the sake of your parents," The man sighed, as he sat down in a chair that was near my bed. He must have been the one taking care of me while I was asleep.

"That doesn't answer the question as to who you are?" I said quietly, feeling oddly at peace with this man, although another part of me said I shouldn't and I would be foolish to trust him, "How do you know my parents?"

"Well, I guess there's no need for dancing around the subject, your father was my sensei, and you know I find it ironic that they choose to name you what they did," The man chuckled a bit, "After all I did suggest it once, in hopes that you wouldn't take after your mother's loud personality,"