Night 54: M51-M60 Hallway
[M55]
He was sitting on the edge of a bed. How long had he been sitting there with his head in his hands? The ninja stared at the floor between gloved fingers before removing them to get a better look at the room as a whole. Two beds, desks and chairs, a dresser. And on the other bed was another man, a familiar presence but at the same time an entirely unfamiliar face.
He didn't feel uncomfortable in this room, but at the same time he had no memory of how he'd gotten there.
There were patches of thought, images, things that told him his arrival here might not have been entirely recent, but that was all. Sai wanted to question this other man - this roommate - but he remained quiet, as though if he sat there long enough all the pieces might fall back together on their own. No such luck.
That day... he'd spent the afternoon with Naruto and the others. Konohamaru had shown them that technique of his. Except there was time after that. He knew it, but he couldn't recall it. Any time he thought he came close to an answer, the image faded out of focus again. So for now he remained where he was, knowing that searching for real answers would have to come sooner or later.
He was sitting on the edge of a bed. How long had he been sitting there with his head in his hands? The ninja stared at the floor between gloved fingers before removing them to get a better look at the room as a whole. Two beds, desks and chairs, a dresser. And on the other bed was another man, a familiar presence but at the same time an entirely unfamiliar face.
He didn't feel uncomfortable in this room, but at the same time he had no memory of how he'd gotten there.
There were patches of thought, images, things that told him his arrival here might not have been entirely recent, but that was all. Sai wanted to question this other man - this roommate - but he remained quiet, as though if he sat there long enough all the pieces might fall back together on their own. No such luck.
That day... he'd spent the afternoon with Naruto and the others. Konohamaru had shown them that technique of his. Except there was time after that. He knew it, but he couldn't recall it. Any time he thought he came close to an answer, the image faded out of focus again. So for now he remained where he was, knowing that searching for real answers would have to come sooner or later.