"What type of food ya into?" He smiled, "I'm a great chef, prisoner-onii-san."

Her cerulean eyes looked the well, average, man up and down. "Onii-san?"

"Well, yeah. You're obviously older than me."

"WHATTYA MEAN BY THAT?!?" Her hair rose on her ends, and her eyebrows flared upwards.

"Um, forget I said anything at all, hehe. Then again, I'm twelve, so, yeah, I assumed. Food?"

"Uh, sure. Anything you're best at."

Days went on like this.

The mysterious man who dragged her here was gone, and she could only see a little boy and a butterfly. If she hadn't been kidnapped, she'd be having an amazing time.

Little did she know something horrific was brewing in the shadows.

"So why are you here, Himawari-nii?" The boy asked, bored out of his mind.

"I don't know..."

"Well, that sucks. If you're dragged in here, when the boss gets his hands on you, memo-"

"Don't say anymore than you need to." The boss glared at him with eyes like daggers.

"Al-alright... I'm... sorry." He held up his hands in defeat.

"Good." He stood. Debating on what he should do.

"Hey, Mr. Bossypants, you kind of locked me in here, if you could please let me leave, I'd be endlessly grateful!" Himawari smiled, trying to act as innocent as humanly possible.

"Shut up." He glared at her.

"What?" She rolled her eyes and pouted, "I was just asking, geez!"

"Stop with your stupid fucking questions. Ugh. Kid, keep watching her. I'm gonna go to my room."

"U-uh! Yessir!" He saluted.

The man left, and the boy looked through the entirety of the room, before sighing. "Okay, we're safe."

"Safe from...?" She questioned.

"The boss. Sometimes he says he's going into his room, but he's actually using his summonings to watch over us from afar. It's a unique summoning... an eyeball. It surveys places for him, and can't speak, so doesn't ask any questions. Just the thing the boss needed."

"Oh?" Himawari rose an eyebrow. "And why don't you want your boss to see you?"

He looked behind him, to his right, and to his left before sliding down next to her. Even after he sat, he still glanced all around the room, before whispering, "Because what I'm about to do."

"What are you going to d-" Himawari was interrupted by the little boy putting a finger on her lips.

"I'm going to..." He leaned in closer, until Himawari grabbed his arm and shoved it away.

"Don't make a move on me! You're twelve, for goodness sakes!" She exclaimed.

"I was just gonna tell you a secret.." He rubbed the arm she shoved, "That hurt."

"O-o-oh, um, erm, well-" She muttered random things due to the awkward environment she created.

He sighed, "What I was going to tell you, before you rudely shoved my arm away was," He paused, glaring at the girl. "To keep your mouth shut. Uzumaki-Prisoner-san, if I were you, I'd be careful with what you say. Boss might get a bit mad if you say something that offends him, or he just doesn't like."

"Yeah, I'd get annoyed too. Why do I have to care about annoying him?"

"Himawari, do you not remember? He's a murderer. He kidnapped you." When she didn't respond, he sighed, and pulled up one of his long sleeves, to show an arm that was, well, not there. It got to the elbow, then, there was a nice clean cut and nothingness. Like somebody perfectly cut off his arm. Except, there was no scars. Then there was the skin... his skin was peeling off. His left arm had several patches of crippled skin, that was peeling off, like a five-layer sunburn.

"What..?" She looked at his arm, and she immediately understood. She wasn't safe here. She needed to leave. He'd harm her if she even, slightly, got on his nerves. "Did.. he... do that?"

"Yeah." His eyes lowered in dread, not wanting to recall the memory. "When I was younger, people destroyed my village. He saved me... he was my hero back then. Little did I know it was just a ploy for him to get an apprentice."

"A ploy?" The Hyūga asked.

"Yeah, I would follow him places, I was so... interested in what he did. One day, I was being my usual self, admiring him, and I saw him... I saw him... take out a knife. He stabbed someone. I had a free exit, I could of lived on in fear of this man, but instead, being the little runt I am, I ran up to the man and screamed."

"And then he...?"

"That's when it happened. He was in awe. I had seen him. He had seen me. He then used his jutsu... which I still don't understand, and "erased the memory" of my arm. He added the memory of endless pain. He removed the memory of love. He made me feel... empty. Finally, he forced me to stay with him and serve his every command. I wanted to refuse, this man was insane... but I couldn't. Now I'm here."

"Oh my--- I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong."

"I hate to intrude, but how do you remember that he erased your memories?"

"I don't... know." That's when she realized. This boy's entire life could of been a false memory, and he wouldn't know.

"I'm sorry I asked." She looked downcast. Was this the general vibe here? It was so gloomy, so insanely upsetting.

"It's fine... Now, let's go to sleep? I probably have to be up early for the boss tomorrow."

"...Okay."

Neither of them slept well that night.

The next morning, Himawari awoke, and she couldn't recognize where she was. What was going on?

She was tied up on a tree, the bark piercing at her skin. She knew she was outside, but it looked otherworldly. The sky was a mix of green and blue swirls, and it seemed as if she was in the middle of an empty stadium, in the center.

"Oh? You're up already, Miss Uzumaki?"

"You! Get me out of here! Where am I?" She yelled.

"Whoa! Is somebody a feisty tiger in the morning?" The masked man chuckled.

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes. She didn't want to deal with bullshit.

A second man, identical to the first man, stood next to him. "Stop joking around. We need to get stuff done."

"Okay, sir." His voice sounded eerily familiar.

They, obviously, were her kidnappers. "Rean, go. I don't think you'll want to see this."

"Understood, sir." Piercingly beautiful green eyes glanced at Himawari in the mask, before vanishing into thin air.

Himawari grimaced, clearly in pain. "Why am I here?! Why is the sky green?! Is that the little boy whose watched over me, asshole? What did you do to him?"

The man looked at her, "Aww, you're worried about little Jake? He's swell. That wasn't him, although they look similar. Anyways..." He whistled. "Are you ready?"

Her eyes sharpened, why was this man so confusing? "For?"

"For torture." He smirked, although hidden by the mask.

The man whipped out a knife, and carefully approached her. He traced shapes into her clothes, tearing them up, and then on her skin, making her squeal in pain. Her squeals made him look up. "Does it hurt?"

"N-o!" She barely managed to say.

"Oh, really?" He laughed, "Then I'll make it hurt." He crouched down, creating confusion. He lightly traced the knife over her left ankle, her knee, her thigh, one of her hips, until stopping at her belly button. He let the blood trickle down.

Her screams were penetrating. She was a ninja, yes, so gashes shouldn't be that harmful, but that was a lot of blood loss. She went lightheaded, then closed her eyes.

"Ugh, out already?" He sighed. "Okay, now let's fix up your wounds... so I can hurt you more later. No fun if you're dead, you know?" So, he erased the memory of pain on everywhere the knife marked. Except her face.

Her face could have a scar... she was too beautiful, anyways.

Considering he could toy with her memories, he did the same thing the next day. With a new weapon. Torture... that's what it was. Except she didn't know it.

Because she never remembered.

One day came, and he was bored. That's when he came up with his plan. Exit the dimension he created so nobody could hear her screams so he could access the best feature of his power.

Mind manipulation of large masses.

She looked at him with her cerulean eyes. Terror. That's the emotion that was shown in her eyes. She didn't know why, but she was terrified. Terrified of something she didn't know, but had experienced all too well. Absolutely terrified.

She was beaten and her clothes were torn.

And she had no clue why.

She was tied up, her legs, her arms, all her weapons taken. She couldn't escape. And this time there was a rope, leaving her mouth open for no sassy comebacks.

"Hello, Miss Himawari Uzumaki. You will finally remember something. You haven't in days." She didn't respond, blinking her eyes in confusion.

"Today, nobody will remember you."

"W-" Himawari attempted to speak.

The person took out her kunai and placed it on the young girl's neck. "Did I say you could talk?"

Himawari was frightened. Who was this person? What did they have against her? Why did this feel so familiar?

"Little girl, I could do one of two things. I could erase your existence. Everyone's memory of you, gone in an instant. And what could you do? Nothing. And if nobody remembers you, nobody has the will or feels any importance towards you, you will vanish. Vanish. Your entire existence on this Earth, gone because of your friends. Or I could torture you... almost killing you every day, starving you, until you die, and watch your puny friends try to save you. I've already done it once, I could do it again." The masked villain tilted their head, "Which would you prefer?"

"I wo-"

"I never said you could talk." The person took their kunai and stabbed the bluenette's arm. Blood trickled, and she winced in pain. "Now, as I was saying, before you decided to be a bitch and interrupt me, what should I do...?" The masked person smiled, "I got it! I'll do both!"