Does life always begin when you were born?

Ahinata Namikazi has awoken in someplace that made her uneasy. This place was sterile and inhumane. Someplace she didn’t want to be. She struggled upwards, her torso heavier than usual. The room smelt of antiseptic and made her slightly sick. The lights were blinding as she moved her legs over the side of the steel table she was on. Square draws lined the wall, the metallic surfaces showed a pallid reflection. Jars of macabre objects suspended in coloured liquids sat on the shelves behind her. The thin sheet that covered her fell to the ground and revealed a ‘Y’ shaped insision on her torso, the cuts were red and stinging, but all in all she was fine. The articals she was wearing had been layed out on a table beside where she was sitting. Her double edged sword lay on the table as well, the blade snapped in two. Footsteps echoed and the door swung open, casting a black shadow on the teen.

“Are you ready, Ahinata-sempai?”

She grinned as she retieved her personal belongings off the table.

“Hai. Let’s go Zetsu-kohai.”

The Pathologist returned not a hour later, and to his surprise the body of the teen had disappeared. Surely he had locked the door behind them. Surely, corpses so mutilated like her’s would just get up and disappear. It didn’t make the tinest of sense.

“Shit.”

Zetsu didn’t care less for the girl. To him, she was a bit of meat that he could eat just like that. But if the Leader wanted her, he had to get her. It was as simple as that. He didn’t know what the leader wanted with her, for Zetsu had just found her, naked and had just been in a autopsy. No, this mission did not make sense at all.