Taken, kidnapped, enslaved, they were all words that crossed naruto's mind. Where was she, was she okay. His mind drifted to his pink haired friend? lover? He didn't know but he did need to know if she was okay. He could feel that she alive at least, he felt that in his gut, but where he didn't know but he wouldn't give up, not until she was in his arms. (unsure about final ships.)

Naruto sat along the bench alone, focusing on nothing in particular. Everyone's attempt to cheer him up was touching but his heart still felt heavy. He was suffering, his head felt empty and full at the same time. He was locked in a box full of rage and sorrow and couldn't quite find a way out. Frustration gnawed at his head at the notion of someone trying to talk him out of being