The Names We Hold

by Blank Personality

Knowledge and skills, acquired in two different worlds. And now, in his third life in another totally different dimension, he must complete a mission left to him by The Creator him/herself. He will be the one that glues them altogether and may be the one who saves them all from their tragic fates. And what of his brothers? After all, every body has to come out from somewhere...

1. Chapter 1

I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE NOR DO I OWN NARUTO

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October 10, 1998

Nat.

That was the only thing that came to mind when I tried to remember. Something. Anything.

So, I'm guessing that Nat's my name.

I don't remember anything. Can't remember anything.

Geez… I keep on repeating myself.

So, I guess… my name's Nat. You can call me… well, Nat.

At that time, I'm being chased by a couple of good ole' bullies. There were really just a half a dozen or so, twelve-year-old rich kids playing the bad boys. They could've been no trouble to shake off under normal circumstances; but being in a body that's, like, no older than eight, really slows you down.

(Wait a minute, since when was I so confident that I could outrun them? And, what does 'normal circumstances'refer to? Oh. Great going Nat. The moment's gone now.)

You might wonder how I got myself into this… troubling predicament.

A few minutes ago, I woke up in the middle of an empty park, with no memories whatsoever.

The first thing I noticed was that my clothes were still intact and undamaged. In fact, they looked untouched. Although, there was a déjà vu moment regarding my clothes.

That time, I was so close, so close, to remembering something. I remember staring in awe at my own clothes for a minute or two, like I had never worn clothes so… nice before. Then, I just had to chase the thought away my thinking, where did that come from?

Okay, I'll admit it; the clothes weren't really that special. Just a black T-shirt with a weird design on them that I didn't have time to examine beneath a zipped, plain red jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and black and white running shoes.

They were a bit plain, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Anyway, I soon came to a street. It was fairly empty, and there weren't that many cars in there. I looked over my shoulder at the gang of mini-thugs and back at the cars on the road.

I gulped and took the risk.

I ran. Full speed. The cars beeped and swerved, and I tried my best to avoid becoming a bloody stain on asphalt.

I made it past about three cars before carelessly slowing down, just a little, to look back. The group had stopped, given up and just watching from the edge. I smirked and at that very moment, light washed over me and a car's honk was the only warning I got before blinding pain struck my side.

The last thing I saw was an old man's concerned and worried face before I passed out.

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