@notDickless
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He stares at the pond and the pond is staring back at him through his own emotionless eyes.

He turns around after a few more seconds and begins to climb up a tree. Finding a sturdy branch to sit on he pulls out a small notebook from his pocket along with a mini sketch pencil.

His face is void of any and all emotions as he sketches.

Line after line after line. The white pages of the notebook begin to fill with grey. He has a picture in his head, one that'll come out as a work of art on the little notebook.

Everything and everyone has disappeared from around him, for when he is drawing or painting he feels that there is no one else around him. Nothing can disturb him. Even when the tree shakes a little bit when a girl kicks it, he doesn't notice it, but . . .

Then a shoe flies into the air and hits him in the face, causing him to fall off of the tree and land hard on his ass onto the ground.

"At least I didn't fall into the pond," he thinks.

"Sai!"

He's tackled even further into the ground. His face is buried into someone's chest. He knows the voice of who had called his name, but he can't seem to put his finger on it. He knows he's heard that voice from somewhere, but at the same time it's like he hasn't.

He's released from the tight hug and immediately he is smacked on the head with his own notebook.

"You're supposed to be dead!" The woman starts to yell, "Right? Do you know where we are? Gah! This is so confusing and shit! Are you even listening to me? Sai!"

He sits there with blank eyes and stares at the woman sitting in front of him.

He knows her.

He knows her.

But . . .

He can't remember her.

Who is she?

Who is she?

His breathing becomes harder, but it's barely noticed by him or the woman in front of him. And that's when . . .

And that's when the memories start crashing back into his mind along with immense pain.

It hurts. Oh, it hurts so badly, but he doesn't scream or shout. He just sits there staring at the woman.

"I—Ino?" He finally says unsure if he was correct.

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I am back from the dead.
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