White. Everything was pure, clean, crisp white. Naruto felt as though he needed to splash everything with a coat of orange. The outside was normal looking enough. Large front garden, with a picket fence and tidy flowerbeds, a small fountain with a statue of a cherub in the middle. It looked too trimmed and tidy for a normal manor house in Konoha. The building was made of large old-fashioned terracotta bricks, which made it look as if it was from the fourteenth centaury. The windows were large; whitewood framed and appeared to be door length. The manor had scattered chimneys over the roof that were puffing away, evidence that it was cold whether outside and that other people were inside, a comforting thought to Naruto, who quite frankly had no idea why he was there. They had just appeared out of thin air while he was reading a music magazine, which he had subscribed to, in his living room.
They were the people who no-one ever spoke about. They were the people in white and blue. White coats, blue gloves. They were a taboo subject to the people in Konoha. Some of the villagers named them the invisibles. They were never seen but forever talked about. No one knew what they did. No one knew who they took before they were gone. When they had come for Naruto he knew exactly who they were before they had even touched him. They hadn’t said what he was entitled too, or where they were going. They took him and only him, no clothes no nothing. He wasn’t allowed to call his friends to say were he was going, not that would have been much help seeing as he had no idea were he was being taken himself. He was knocked out as soon as they had shoved him in the back of the white and blue van.
When he was woken, it was by a shove and a grunt to get him up and out of the van and this is when he noticed the big house in front of him. A perfect looking manor house. The only thing ominous looking about the house was that at every window, door, vent, heavy-duty steel bars had covered any possible escape hole. On the sign outside there was no name or address, and this confirmed Naruto’s thoughts. He had been taken. He knew the statistics about the place he had been taken to. Three people a year were abducted, taken to this place, and usually came back slightly unusual.
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