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* * Cyrus’s POV * *
Any effort I made to escape this room would come to no avail. I could scream like a psychopath, but they would know I was faking. I could try to make my mouth look like it’s foaming out, but it would just come out like a little bit of saliva. I could try to make it look like I was having compulsive diarrhea, but that would be disgusting. I had no way out of this, and the eerie silence that was filling the room was scaring me half to death.
In my mind, I had long concluded that all of this was nothing more than an interrogation method in itself. You didn’t need chakra to make someone experience fear, you just needed the right setting. A rusting room with one overhead light that flickered every few seconds, and a wooden table with a single pair of handcuffs on it was enough to get me twisted up on the inside. Ibiki hadn’t even entered the room and fear was already traveling up my spine. I knew good and well that whatever confidence I had when I was thrown in was fading fast, and I was in no condition to try and stop it.
Fear began to traverse up my spine as footsteps echoed far from the door. The hollowness of the building gave way to such a loud and deathly echo that it made every part of my body freeze. The sound began to come closer and closer until it finally seized, directly outside of the door.
I had to leave.
Even with the restraints on my upper body and forearms, I began to claw away at the metal wall like some crazed squirrel. It was clear to my rational side that this would never work, but to my primal and fear-induced state-of-mind, I was willing to stab myself if it meant getting out of here.
I kept clawing, digging away at the wall so that I could escape this hell hole before it consumed me, but it was far too late. I felt a tap on the shoulder that practically told me to turn around.
And with that turn, I came face-to-face with the most frightening person in all of Konohagakure.
Ibiki Momochi, in the flesh, leaned down until his lips were at level with my ear. He spoke in such a simple and soft tone that only those in my state would be able to detect the malice within it.
“Listen here, because I will only say this once.” He began. “You are in my room, with my guards watching you, and under my rule. If you even consider trying to attack me, leave me, or lie to me, I will make sure that you experience the worst pain that someone of your ignorance and lack of stature will ever feel in their entire life. Do we have an understanding, or will my fist do a better job of explaining rather than my voice?”
I was lost for words, the smallest of nods managing to come from my trembling figure. He nodded to me as well, and led me over to his chair. He probably understood that I was some lonely child that had no idea what was going on and how I was going to get out of it, but I wasn’t going to guess that the greatest interrogator in Konoha wasn’t exactly all smiles and happiness.
He sat down in his own chair, and looked me in the eyes. His life story unfolded, the pain and suffering, the loss of his sanity in brief moments, only to come back to reality and realize what had happened and what is. This was something that wouldn’t be felt on TV, but rather, in his very presence. I wanted to see the scars under his headband myself. I wanted to feel the pain and emotion that came with them. I wanted to know what kind of torture I was in for, but all in due time.
“Name?” He asked. His voice as if he was in a rush to leave. Another ploy?
“Cyrus.”
“Full name?”
“Cyrus Tyrone Patterson.”
“Don’t lie to me, dammit.”
I took a hesitant pause. He was right, in a sense. That was my name, but not my name here. Here, I was just Cyrus. I needed to think of something. Middle names aren’t common in japan, and I’m more than likely to find a fake clan name than anything else, so…
“Cyrus Irakojo.”
He wrote it down on a piece of paper he had brought in, and continued to speak.
“Age?”
“Fourteen.”
“Affiliations?”
“Konohagakure.”
“And?”
“And nothing else.”
More writing.
“Family?”
“None.”
“You’re telling me you’re an orphan?”
“I’m telling you I don’t know who my family is”
More writing.
“Friends?”
“One. Naruto.”
“What’s our Hokage’s name?”
“H-“
I stopped myself. If I openly said “Hiruzen,” he would think of me as a spy. That’s the last thing I want right now. I need to play this the way I should: I don’t know anything about Naruto.
“Hokage-sama, as far as I know.”
“Do you know anything about the ninja world?”
“Only from what Naruto told me.”
“And what would that be?”
I paused, thinking of how much information would be suitable for some kid who always gets in trouble and failed his graduation test for the first time a few months ago.
“Well,” I began. “The ninja world is comprised of 5 great nations, each named after the 5 nature transformations. They include the lands of Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Lightning. Kages rule over each of the primary villages, while Feudal Lords rule over the lands. That’s as much as I know.”
“Hmph.” Ibiki put down his pen and walked over to where I was. He did a full take of me, checking over every ounce of my visible presence. I waited silently until he finished, then looked at him as he looked at me.
“Kid,” He began. “I have something to ask you.”
* * Naruto’s POV * *
I gathered up as many supplies as I could. Smoke bombs, shiruken, kunai, empty scrolls, flash bombs, ramen, and a few of the chakra sealing tags that Iruka stuck on me but never took off. I was going to get that kid out of there and save him before they killed him. I heard stories about Ibiki, and how he had killed interrogators in the past with no remorse. I wasn’t going to let that happen to my only friend. Not now, and not ever! Once I had enough materials, I pushed them all into a spare blue backpack and jumped out of my window. Landing on the ledge, I looked around from my current view to see if I could find where they may have taken him. Konoha was a very secure village, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I couldn’t see the place I was looking for.
Something caught my eye off in the distance, though. It was a single tree with a rather large chain of roots and trunk the size of an apartment complex. It didn’t look naturally grown, mainly because of the multiple openings that were laced through it, scattered left and right as if they were openings for hallways. That would be the first place I looked.
With a running start, I began to dash through the streets in search of my friend. The large tree-like building was far from sight, but the faster I ran, the sooner I could save him. I could feel the glares on my back, and heard several hate-filled remarks being whispered left and right. That kind of attitude gave me even more reason to save him. Another person that wouldn’t see me as a monster. Another person that would care about me, and want to know if I was alright. Not some villager who hates me, but someone who cares!
In three minutes flat, I made it to the tree, no fences or passages standing in my path. I didn’t waste time taking in the details of the massive building, but rather, I stormed to the front and ran directly for the entrance. Two Anbu blocked my path, and an iron-cladded double door stood in the way of my mission. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I leaped into the air and punched one of the guards right in his lower jaw. He cried out in a gargled pain, spinning around in confusion, before re-positioning himself with a knife in his hand.
“Don’t even try it, kid!” He said to me, clutching his jaw in a bit of pain. “This is an Anbu-only facility. Go back home or face some major juvenile detention time!”
Disregarding his statement, I pulled out a kunai I stored in my weapon pouch and stared right at the man’s cat mask. “OH YEAH? BRING IT ON!” I yelled, charging right at him with the intent of disarming him.
The Anbu stood tall, facing me without fear, and rammed his sword right into my kunai, causing sparks to fly and a battle of strength to start. He could easily overpower me and disperse into the shadows of the tree to warn his comrades, but I wasn’t stopping until I had my friend back. Turning my kunai ever so slightly, I allowed his strength to get the better of him, causing him to quickly fall to the floor. Using this moment to my advantage, I threw one of the three smoke bombs I had at the floor, and quickly ran over to the iron walls.
“Come on… what was that jutsu!?” I yelled to myself, staring at the iron walls. There wasn’t much of a way for me to actually get inside unless I pried through these gates, and that wasn’t going to happen unless I used a jutsu from the academy that allowed you to quickly move through gates like this.
“He’s… He’s at the gates!” Someone yelled from behind me. The smoke was clearing fast, and another 5 Anbu stood where the original had fallen. All 5 began to brandish their small blades and various weapons in an intimidating and hazardous fashion. Out of options, I began to bang on the gates with all of my strength, trying to damage it or bust it open with the little result. I was going to be in a lot of trouble if I couldn’t get these gates down.
“I’m only doing this because I’m bored.” Something said to me. They sounded so close, and in an effort to find the voice, I began to turn left and right in confusion.
Before I knew it, I was engulfed in a thick, red, wispy chakra. The strange aura began to churn and twist before it finally exploded, causing the gates to bust open and the Anbu nearby to fall back. The bark on the tree violently tore away, leaving fresh marks that looked like scratches on the wood.
As soon as the chakra died down, I realized the mask of horror plastered on my face. I didn’t want to hurt them… did I even hurt them?
“Go.” The same voice said. In a state of shock, I obeyed, dashing through the front gates that managed to knock over a wave of Anbu stationed behind it. Did I really just do all of this?
On instinct, I disregarded the fallen allies of Konoha and began to search for my friend. The tree seemed to be as amazing inside as it was outside, containing multiple stone-grey hallways and walkways scattered across the walls, red railing stationed on each one. The floor held large roots with tunnels leading down to who-knows-where. I was surprised at how empty the inside was, wondering why no Anbu bothered to guard the place. Regardless, I decided to trudge on and try to find the person I was looking for. Ibiki most likely had his own room for interrogation, so I wonder where I would be able to find it.
After a good 10 minutes of looking through room after room, I came across a hallway towards the top of the tree. This hallway was stationed far above the rest, making my footsteps echo even louder as I tip-toed down to the only door on the hall. Two Anbu where conversing down there, having a lively conversation while being oblivious to the fact that I was right down the hall. Resisting the urge to slap my hand to my head at how useless some of these guys could be, I slipped over the railing and held on the bars with all of my strength. Slowly, I moved down the hall and passed the Anbu at the door, still oblivious as they were before my daring stunt, then climbed behind them and delivered a blunt blow to the backs of their necks. They both fell over, unconscious, leaving me completely free to save my friend. I noticed that the only way out was the only way in, and I’d have to dive bomb down to the bottom or make a way out in order to escape. Even then, they’d all be after me a second time, maybe even old man Hokage would come after me too. Second-guessing my choice, I sat down at the door for a moment to think about what I was going. No one seemed to be dying or crying in there, which made me think that I was overreacting to the situation, but it’d be better if I got him out rather than have him die in there.
I decided it was best to end this the way I was determined to. I pulled my foot back and kicked the door open, watching as it followed through and slammed on the other side of the wall it was hinged to. The boy seemed to be standing up, as if already leaving, with Ibiki standing in front about to open the door. It was pretty clear that I was a second early in completely smacking his hand off with the heave iron door, which mad him deadpan entirely.
“Naruto Uzumaki…” He said with a stern look. It bore into my soul as if I was being drilled in the heart, making me take a step back. And with every step I took back, he took another forward.
“Why are you here?” He asked me, his face portraying the perfect mix of anger, confusion, and worry.
“I… I-I was…” I couldn’t find the strength to say what I wanted to say, and found myself lost for words at the sight of this intimidating man.
“Ibiki, please.” The boy said, staring at the man with a sad look on his face. Ibiki, whose name I know acknowledge, pulled away from me and gave the boy the floor.
“I’m sorry about that.” He said, a small smile on his face. “We were actually done, and I was about to leave right as you came in.”
“Oh…” I said, smacking my face in realization of all the people I just hurt for no reason.
“I don’t think I properly introduced myself on the occasions that we’ve seen each other.” He said politely. He pulled me up off the ground and bent down slightly so that he was at level with me.
“My name is Cyrus Irakojo, and I’m your new friend.”
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