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"Morning, Naruto." Minato stood at the kitchen window, watching the rain come streaking down. Good thing he didn't have to go into work today, he reflected.

"It's you."  The raven started as his eyes shifted to follow the sound of the obvious presence behind him. The obnoxious combination of blond and orange took Sasuke back for a moment, before his lips twisted into a frown and he sighed. 

The dorm was spotless. It looked practically unlived in. Everything was arranged in neat order, no pictures or posters on the wall, nothing lying around, just cleanliness and order.

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— { ♣ } — "Ah? Were you saying something?"

Ever so casually, Kiba knelt behind the blonde who didn't seem to have any problem in exposing himself. With a small smile he hugged Naruto around the waist and pushed a cheek to the Uzumaki's buns.

Soft breeze caused the girls hair to move softly around her. Her back was up against the tree, trying to relax for a while. Missions have been piling up on Team 8, that it had been MONTHS that she had her own time. It's not that she didn't like spending time with Kiba, Kurenai-sensei, and Shino, but being by herself was nice. She was going to enjoy it as much as she could.

Hinata's jacket was off in her now, just being able to sit and relax. Mid day had approached quickly, temperatures being one of early spring. Sounds of the ruffling leaves from above was almost like a lullaby, causing her eyes to feel a bit heavier then normal. Sleep. Ah; what a bliss it would be to be able to take. Maybe she would. It was a fine day for it. And no one was around right now, or yet, not that she sensed.The young heiress hoped to be able to relax, and see what the rest of the day could take her to.

Long ago he had forgotten where it was he sat, surrounded completely by a mysterious void of emptiness that he didn’t understand. He had lived for so many years and yet he was left knowing so little of his own existence and the existence of what was around him. He didn’t know what surrounded him but he was aware of how small the space was, unable to stand and take two steps either way without bumping into the wall of the room he was kept. Their texture was rough and hard, the male not liking to touch them too much. However he had noticed that one of the walls was different than the other, hard vertical bars with gaps big enough for the boy to fit his arm through… he didn’t try that anymore though as he learnt that doing so caused a great strike of blistering pain to his outstretched arm.

His vision was long gone, taken from him the day he was first placed in the room by an unusual darkened visor that had been pulled down over his eyes, the fabric it was made from was at first unwelcomed though over time he knew no other feeling. Years he had worn the visor, never one being allowed to remove it from his eyes which left him obviously without his sense of sight. He had grown accustomed to it and instead decided to rely on smell and hearing for when he would be receiving… visitors. Of course the male didn’t recognise any of the words that the unseen beings outside his cage said though there was this noise… this noise burnt into his memory so long ago and every single time he heard it he was reminded of what was coming for him. If the boy knew what it was called he would name it as laughter, deep and perverted laughter shared between the men outside the cage as they took enjoyment in what was going to happen to the male in the small cell.

He didn’t know who they were anymore, like his own name he had forgotten theirs as well as their faces from his time before being this brand of slave. But now, with his sight taken from him, many times a day he would find himself held down to the floor of his cell as he was used and abused by the visiting men. He could do nothing to stop him, fighting earned the male beatings and the withholding of meals so he was left to do what they demanded him to do. He had learnt the words they used so the men wouldn’t push and shove him as much though it seemed that he was their object of release… ironic as the boy himself had never been able to achieve it… he couldn’t touch himself as his arms were bound behind his back after his attempts to reach out of the cage too many times.

This was his life, restricted to blindly sitting in his cage day in and day out in nothing but a pair of underwear as he was used as a tool to serve the disgusting needs of men he did not know. He didn’t know how long it had been… he had forgotten  how to judge time and light was lost to him… it could be days… it could be weeks… months… years… He didn’t know a lot of things now such as what colours were nor the names for a large amount of things. So hard he tried to remember things but it had just been too long for him to be able to remember everything properly.

It was the shaking that had first alarmed the boy, the vibration of the entire cell being unlike any vibration he had ever experienced before. The walls and the floor shook mightily, knocking the boy down to the ground as soon as he attempted to stand due to the fact he had very little balance due to his bindings. The sound of crashing could be heard and shouting from men too… he could recognise some of the voices as his visitors over the time he had been held here though none were close to his location and it seemed that with every single loud crashing sound more and more voices were lost forever, the boy unable to hear them anymore. The man who sometimes stood outside his chamber had run away already, not bothering to open the door for the boy who was left unable to comprehend what was happening around him. He just allowed his body to fall forward and for his head to rest upon the floor as it continued to shake furiously… for someone like this boy it was a time for him to give up already and yet as the rumbling continued he could hear the crashing of the walls around him, small rocks and shards of metal falling upon him and cutting his skin.

He was not sure how long it was until the debris stopped falling around him but when it had he was left covered in a layer of dust. Standing slowly, the boy was still left blind as he stepped forward warily… waiting for the moment where he would hit the metal bars though was honestly surprised when he found there to be nothing there at all. He could endure the pain in his feet as he walked across the sharp stones and metal, doing his best not to walk into the walls and columns that still stood. It took him a while but eventually the boy found himself at a ramp, testing it blindly with his feet and unknowing that it was an unstable fallen wall that could give way anytime.