Note: As always, please read authour's notes before reading.
WARNING: THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY DISTURBING (to some) and may cause you to never look at Sai the same way again.
Everyone in Konoha was mystified by the mysterious persona of Sai. They couldn't figure out his blank-eyed smiles, or his odd way of speech, or his unique, belly-baring top. Thus, they gossiped about him constantly, and thus, Sai was sad.
He tried not to let it bother him, though. And he had a surefire way to distract himself.
Sai had a secret world.
He was but a wee lad when he discovered this place. Danzou had been harping on him as usual, and he had decided to run away. He had been found eventually, of course, but his retreat had always remained special in his mind.
That is where he was headed now.
He left the Konoha gates discreetly, heading straight through the forest. In his pocket he held his beloved ink and paintbrush, affectionately nicknamed Fuzzy and Wuzzy…the paintbrush being Fuzzy. As he journeyed to h