Alone in Both Worlds (Kakashi)

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Asoka POV -Still Flashback-

My hand was pulled, getting me out from under the bed. But since the knife wasn't moved, a pain shot up my arm. The knife cut my arm, drawing blood.

I heard a scream leave my lips as I was yanked up forcefully and without mercy. The gun was put to my forehead. Looking around I saw everyone clearly.

Everyone seemed 20-30 years old. I couldn't see Mimi... so I'm guessing she is the one with the gun to my head. My adrenaline pumped as my mind told me to run for my life, as my body stayed put.

"Look at our sweet fucking Asoka." Mimi's voice said from behind me, confirming my thoughts.

"Who are you?" I asked to nobody in particular, but still expected an answer.

"Just a rivaling group. We just need money, but we striked at the wrong time. The leader of the Rose group isn't home... so we're taking hostages, so when he does come home, he'll give us money." Said a man with brown hair and green eyes. He had a line on his cheek from below his eye to the bottom of the cheek.

"Mimi, but why you..?" I asked shocked, trying to turn my head to look at her, the gun was pushed harder into my head, telling me not to turn around or I'd eat lead.

"My name was never Mimi, that was such a fucking retarded name too. Can't believe you fucking fell for it." She laughed. "The names Alice, last name doesn't fucking matter." I heard a swipe of a switch blade.

It was put in front of my eyes, as if showing me. There was a red plus on it, showing the brand was Swatch.

"You know kid, you weren't half fucking bad. Its a shame you had to be on the wrong fucking side." Alice sighed. "I kinda liked you." The blade in the womanly hand turned as she rotated her wrist, catching the light on the knife.

"I thought, that you were my friend..." I mumbled, feeling the burning in my throat as I felt overwhelmed with betrayal.

"Aww, now you're making me feel bad. Listen kid, I had to do my fucking job. No hard feelings okay?" Alice said, with a small hint of sorriness, but I knew she wasn't too sincere about it.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my pile of stuffed animals shuffle. My eyes darted there for a second, going unnoticed by the criminals with their unknown intentions.

Suddenly I saw a stuffed hand reach up, and somehow pull itself up. It was a bunny I found in first grade and kept. It was my favorite bunny, having a top-hat with the label 9 1/2 like the mad hatter. The mad hatter was my favorite character in Alice in Wonderland.

Even under the circumstances I remembered why the Hatter was mad. Because in those times the plastic, and fabrics used for hats, had mercury, a substance, that if used too much, can make someone go mad with it's toxic fumes.

Going back to the serious matter at hand I turned by head a little and just stared as the stuffed toy stood up and dusted itself off. Everyone ignored my gaze at the corner, thinking I couldn't do anything.

I moved forward slightly and the knife in Alice's hand cut my chin, over where I had been hurt in 3rd grade, a deep gash, no doubt will later make the scar more noticeable than before.

"Damn it, Asoka. You put your fucking worthless blood on my baby!" Alice yelled I heard a gun shot so close to my head. The stuffed animal suddenly appeared front of my head.

It was pushed against my head and I fell back. Blood was on its fabric, my blood I presume.

My hands went behind me, catching my fall. But there was a crack, a pain shot up my arm as I fell to the side.