"Oh, I had a dream, memories, and fame. I lost it by killing, killing, killing, and killing. However, by killing I never stopped once to wonder why! But I understood that when it comes, it was only things that kept me sane! Lies! By the time I was older I allowed myself to fall! Yet, the fall of mines was all the demise I had to fall! Slowly, slowly, slowly, carefully, and dead! What are you gonna do now? Run, scream, lie, fly, chime, climb, buy, say hi, say bye, or die? Why not all but most of all, the last and important... … die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, and... .. … die? Hahahahahahha! Oxymoron! Giggle, blab and clabs. Ku ha gah ba Ku ha gah ba!"


The cold, dark, and damp holding cell was opened again. From there three men were walking side by side. However, the one in the middle—the old man with a piercing cold eye, and looking crippled with all the bandages that made him look fragile—was the leader of the current group. The two that stood by his side were two simple, ordinary, men with mask and clocks to conceal their appearance. The only difference in appearance were the color of their cloaks. One was black, while the other was white, snow white. Their porcelain mask that covered their face—though intimating to some—were hardly any cover for their facial appearance. If one had the abilities to look, however, was the only way to discover it.

They walked inside the cell which connected to another hallway. One deeper into the darkness; and, to the cold. The walked down the narrow stair way, and kept walking. The stairs themselves were narrow but they were long. Almost as big as four miles, but for them, it was a simple walk. They reached the end of the stairs and allowed their footing to touch the cold—very cold—floor. From there, a new cell was in front of them. It contained three complex seals on the front of the cell, on top, and to the side.

The one in the middle gazed at the seals before wordlessly moving closer to the cell. He held his un-bandaged arm forward before he swiftly took off the bandage off his right eye. Three tomes spinned in his red eye—different from his brown, almost dark, eye—and he widened his eye. The two seals—the one on top and one to the side—disappeared, while the one at the cell glowed. That was the cue for the other two. They moved and swung both arms to their front. Hand-signs were followed and when they finally came to their last seal, they slammed I to the ground.

In flash of great light, lightning traveled to the ground and into the seal. The seal glowed brighter before it faded quickly. Unsure, if theirs worked they moved to do it again but an eerie creak stopped them. They were prepared to fight but when they meet the sound, the cell slowly fell back. The hinges seemed to fall to the front while the cell to the back. A loud bang echoed when the copper-made cell meet concrete made of steel.

The one in the middle, "tsked" to himself at that—one that sounded disappointed—before he continued along. He stopped though when a faint sound entered his ears. It was faint but it was strong at the same time. The voice was young, but old at the same time. Oddly enough, the voice sounded sane, but insane at the same time. An odd combination, he mussed to himself. However, from the corner of his eye, he saw his two 'bodyguards' tense at the faint sound. He inwardly hummed in amusement before he wordlessly moved his un-bandaged behind him. They understood the gesture: be quiet, relax.

His communication to the two was satisfied enough and allowed him to move forward. He passed many, many, and many empty cells. All of which were covered in dust and grime. However, even with all of those, rust was the most apparent of it all. The walls—though concrete—were hollow. A simple touch was what most would assume it would take to destroy the wall, or at least part of it.

That, that brought amusement to him.

It seemed that the most dangerous peoples' cells were the ones that had the least protection in case of a break out, while the low-leveled one were the ones with the high maintenance. Laughable, he thought, disdain apparent through his cold-eye.

With each cell he passed, the faint voice—almost whisper like—was heard louder and louder. The voice, was it singing, he thought once more. He heard him speak, but he clearly didn't think he was singing. It didn't sound like singing at first due to the monotone in which the dialogue was spoken, but as time passed, more violent emotions seemed to hike to the dialogue and, into a verse. He almost gasped when he realized the person was singing the same verse over, and over, and over, and over, and over... again.

"Oh, I had a dream, memories, and fame. I lost it by killing, killing, killing, and killing. However, by killing I never stopped once to wonder why! But I understood that when it comes, it was only things that kept me sane! Lies! By the time I was older I allowed myself to fall! Yet, the fall of mines was all the demise I had to fall! Slowly, slowly, slowly, carefully, and dead! What are you gonna do now? Run, scream, lie, fly, chime, climb, buy, say hi, say bye, or die? Why not all but most of all, the last and important... … die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, and... .. … die? Hahahahahahha! Oxymoron! Giggle, blab and clabs. Ku ha gah ba Ku ha gah ba!"

The two next to him though seemed unease. And that's a testament. The man in the middle—the boss—trained them both to be, emotionless. However, he caught both of them move a bit, too, much. Too, much movement was wasted. He couldn't blame them though. The song was getting to him, too.

"Oh, I had a dream, memories, and fame. I lost it by killing, killing, killing, and killing. However, by killing I never stopped once to wonder why! But I understood that when it comes, it was only things that kept me sane! Lies! By the time I was older I allowed myself to fall! Yet, the fall of mines was all the demise I had to fall! Slowly, slowly, slowly, carefully, and dead! What are you gonna do now? Run, scream, lie, fly, chime, climb, buy, say hi, say bye, or die? Why not all but most of all, the last and important... … die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, and... .. … die? Hahahahahahha! Oxymoron! Giggle, blab and clabs. Ku ha gah ba Ku ha gah ba!"

And like before, the voice was getting closer. They could hear it, perfectly.

"Oh, I had a dream, memories, and fame. I lost it by killing, killing, killing, and killing. However, by killing I never stopped once to wonder why! But I understood that when it comes, it was only things that kept me sane! Lies! By the time I was older I allowed myself to fall! Yet, the fall of mines was all the demise I had to fall! Slowly, slowly, slowly, carefully, and dead! What are you gonna do now? Run, scream, lie, fly, chime, climb, buy, say hi, say bye, or die? Why not all but most of all, the last and important... … die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, and... .. … die? Hahahahahahha! Oxymoron! Giggle, blab and clabs. Ku ha gah ba Ku ha gah ba!"

Finally, after the last three cells were passed, the man in the middle stopped outside the last cell. However, unlike the other cell, this one had it's cell in perfect condition. It was cleaned, and solid. Not a single speck of dust, grime, or rust were apparent. The other difference was the window nect to the cell. Despite the hallway being narrow, the window actually seemed to fit despite it's long height and width. The man—Danzö, the one in the middle, the leader of the group, or, organization, NƎ—opened the cell without looking at the window to check on the person behind the cell.

The two behind, swallowed, and, shock their heads. They looked at each briefly, before looking back forward. Their wits gathered they stepped closer to their leader.

Silently, when the cell opened, the leader went in; he was followed by his two 'guards.' They were surprised, however, when who they saw was who they were not expecting.

A little kid.

One who was malnourished, evident from the skin and bones he had visible on his face, dirty, the smell was like shit and eggs—rotten ones—and insane!

"Oh, I had a dream, memories, and fame. I lost it by killing, killing, killing, and killing. However, by killing I never stopped once to wonder why! But I understood that when it comes, it was only things that kept me sane! Lies! By the time I was older I allowed myself to fall! Yet, the fall of mines was all the demise I had to fall! Slowly, slowly, slowly, carefully, and dead! What are you gonna do now? Run, scream, lie, fly, chime, climb, buy, say hi, say bye, or die? Why not all but most of all, the last and important... … die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, and... .. … die? Hahahahahahha! Oxymoron! Giggle, blab and clabs. Ku ha gah ba Ku ha gah ba!"

They saw as the kid continually banged his head against the wall as he sang. Blood was there, on the way, but it was mixed with fresh and dried ones. His hair was, too.

Then... he stopped and slowly glanced at them. A huge smile om his face. Oddly enough, his eyes' matched his smile.


"Naruto-kun," the old man began softly, but the evident coldness was still there. The blond-kid, Naruto, smiled wider. His eyes' slanted and his ears perked: like a curious fox. If he could move—the chains restrained his movement—Naruto would of probably... … wave? That though had crossed their minds first, obviously. "I need your help," he paused, allowing the situation to gather in the young blond's mind. "I need you to kill... a tanuki."

The guards glanced at their leader in shock but said nothing. The only thoughs that were even crossed in their minds were: 'why him,' and 'what can he do?'


Naruto chuckled, slowly. "Sure!" he chirped, happily enough, he seemed to giggle a bit. A roll of the head later he glanced at the two behind Danzö. "Hello." He tried to wave, but as he did, the chain stopped him. So, he shrugged and rattled his chain instead with a smile. Then he went back to Danzo, eyes' drooped. "Tanuki? Why that? Why not Weasel?" For weasel, he meant the code name of a person.

"Because, you already killed him last time, remember?" There was a slight twitch in his lips.

"Oh yeah," he whispered to himself. After a second he asked: "So, how is he?"


Danzö shock his head.

"Come," he beckoned. He walked towards the blond and activated his chakra. A seal appeared on his shoulder and he sparkled. "Woah!" He cheered. "I'm going out!"