Chapter 1 Time Passes By So Quickly

His clothes were in ruins. Blood in a pool beneath him. No more tears fell from his cerulean blue eyes. He had no more tears to shed.

All he could think of was what he did to deserve this. Then he thought, right, I'm a Jinchuriki…That's what's wrong with me. All he could hope for was that his death would come soon.

He lifted his head with the little strength he had left and smiled at his torturer. The chain around his neck rattled. "No… matter what… you… do to me… you… won't… break…my…spirit… My…friends…are…coming…"

The man in front of him punched him. As he gasped for air, the man pulled something out of his pocket. "Your village is gone, as are your 'friends.' The one who used to own this hitai-ate, her death was nice and slow." The man laughed and threw the hitai-ate on the ground in front of his captive. Then he pulled out a kunai and lodged it between a joint in his captive's shoulder.

The prisoner let out a scream filled with anger, agony, sadness, and pain. He could still smell her lavender scent coming from the hitai-ate. His cries of sorrow echoed throughout the night.

But still, he had no tears to shed. Nevermore would his tears be shed, for they had dried up long ago.

Nevermore.