Hidden In The Leaf

Secrets of the leaf. Part 42...

TRAPS AND TRICKERIES.. PART 2..

........................HAIKU(42).......................

EVEN IN PARADISE

ONE DESIRES HOME

LIKE A MIGRATING BIRD

-Luke Levi-

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One hour before Sakura's return and somewhere in the foundation.

An unwanted insipidity hung heavily in the air with a peculiar mold like aspect tightly clinging to it. Dusty particles made visible through incandescent bulbs, glimered proudly through their pollution, while a dense chilled breeze, snaked its way through partially clogged vents. Though poorly crafted, they kept their prisoner afloat, but barely, marginally so.

Aside from this asthma inducing befoulment, the stillness of an unsettling silence penetrated one's mind in dizzying waves of paranoia, clutching desperately to each conjured thoughts and morphing them into something eerie; a visionary manifestation of countless possiblities of what ifs, and whens scenarios.

A child bearing crimson eyes and jet
black wavy hair, happily clung to her mother's pinkie finger as droll streamed down the sides of her tiny, cherry kissed lips. Every now and again, her image would distort and glitch, transforming into a parental nightmare. A scream of terror from her mother would sting his ears before pale hands shoved towards him, trembled with a blood soaked bundle comprised of two tiny arms and feet.

"Our baby, look what they did!".

"KURENAI!", Asuma jerked his entire body awake and immediately regretted this move for his back croaked with a fresh wave of unwelcomed ache. Clutching the sides of his head, he silently beseeched what ever diety's name memories procured, shivering ever so slightly despite his hightened agitation. Kurenai's anguished cries sent a chilling pang right through his body.

The haunting images of the battered child, their child, had seared themselves right into his brain, coroding his last bit of sanity. But inspite of this stiffling madness, Asuma's hopeful dream of freedom, persisted and yeilded not even as this chaos forcefully sought room within him.

The very notion of time had ceased its laughable existence the moment he'd risen from an unconscious state, post capture. He hadn't a fucking clue of how many days had expired since then. Both him and Uzumaki-san were unanticipatidly ambushed mere seconds after passing through The Valley of the End . Meaning, they must not have been the only captives of the Leaf, buried in this dingy old calaboose.

Since then, Asuma's basal time comprehension, slept soundly in the unawares. Lord only knew how long he'd been chained within the confines of this noisome cell, struggling to grasp as little as basic fucking oxygen; his last hopeful straw anchoring him to this fugacious second coming.

"Kurenai", he whispered prayer like, his torn lips quivered on the verge of rage, "Keep our baby safe, I beg you-"

Light echoes of approaching footsteps pulled him out of this crazed hallucinations and altogether allowing him to center his focus onto something much less stressful. This individual had a rather distinct rhythm to his steps; a telling propensity that could have started after a certain accident, perhaps one involving a broken tibia, much like his father's?

Was it meal time already? He couldn't tell. Up until now, their visits were inconsistent and judging from his calculations, he'd say, meals came at an irregular pace as well and it was always the same, making the hours that more difficult to decipher by menu. Never the less, Asuma refused to dwell on it any longer and hastily repositioned himself in a far corner. He supposed, a game of possum would suffice, for now atleast.