The intercom's words grew more and more telling as the day neared its end. Faize now understood that to those running the institute, he and the other captives were the subjects of some sort of reeducation program, one which was responsible for the brainwashing of patients, visitors, and doctors alike. Next Wave, the announcements mentioned often.
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The ninja didn't recall ever feeling this way before - at least in the short time he'd been remembering how to feel. It was as if someone had reached within him and removed something so vital to his existence that he couldn't function without it. There was hole in its place that was slowly sucking down what energy he had.
A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that he needed to get up, that there was something important he should be doing that night. He would listen to that voice too. Just as soon as he could understand it.
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It occurred to him that he should probably say something, acknowledge the fact that the other ninja had arrived. Slowly, and with some difficulty, he forced himself to sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the bed. Shikamaru would need him to be awake. He could manage that. Awareness was another matter.
"Yes," he answered belatedly, no life in his voice whatsoever.
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He was silent as he made his way over to his closet and began undressing, changing into the preferred black. It would have been possible to complete the mission in the basic gray uniform, but he was also taking this opportunity to try and get his thoughts focused. It took him longer than usual, every movement careful. He almost put his shoes on the wrong feet - had to stop himself and redo them.
There would also be reason to arm himself, and the ninja took a moment to ponder on what from his fair-sized assortment of weaponry he should bring. There were scalpels, his kunai for sure, the trowels might stop being usable soon (they weren't built for combat), and there was something else...
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"I don't think that's how it works," he said. "I mean, I might hit you, but you're not always going to have people around to punch some sense into you. No argument would convince Naruto, for instance, and Kakashi'd see right through it ( ... )
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He remembered his other weapon now. Slowly, Sai bent and slid his machete out from underneath his mattress. It wasn't a sword, not as solid and the edge was too dull, but it was a better weapon than the trowels. The ninja set it beside his pillow where it wouldn't clink against the sedative vial. He considered pulling it on the chuunin, threatening him into action, but they didn't need to be drawing blades on each other right now.
"I can't focus." His expression now was a little pained. "Please hit me, and hard, or I'll hit you first." And he wouldn't go easy on him either ( ... )
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He wasn't going to go back on his own words, either. True to his warning, the ninja took a couple quick steps forward, ready to swing at Shikamaru's face. If the shadows stopped him, he'd work with that as well. "Are you really willing to waste energy on me instead, when this could have been over quickly?"
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He didn't want to be so easily dismissed. Being called unfit for a mission due to his emotional state hit him somewhere deep. He was a trained ninja. Highly trained! This incident shouldn't have been hitting him as hard as it was. That's why he needed the help of his peer...
"Don't walk away from me." His voice shook and his teeth were gritted tightly. "...Please."
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It was the 'please,' that had gotten to him, a word rarely uttered by ninja and certainly not by ninja of Sai's caliber. If not for that word, he would have yanked open the door and kept walking, but as it was, Sai had a few seconds. "Give me a reason not to leave."
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"I..." His throat closed up on him, causing him to swallow before he could continue. "I apologize, Shikamaru-san. My actions tonight have been inexcusable. If you'll allow me just a few minutes to calm myself down, I would like to go with you." He might be able to get himself to focus once he started taking the mission seriously. It had worked before. "Please just talk with me. I won't ask you to hit me again."
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