Lost – Nakagamis
Disclaimer – If only it was.
Summary – Naruto looses his memories. Tis quite simple, yes? Yaoi
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Prologue
He gazed up at morbid white ceilings, eyes blinking in slight confusion as he found his surrounding to be quite unfamiliar.
"Where..." The words left his lips in a hoarse whisper. It was as if it was all he could manage. Coughing, his hands went immediately to his opened mouth. Pulling shaking fingers away, he gazed down at blood stained hand. Red was then followed by black as he then lost consciousness.
The next time he awoke, he heard noises, voices more like, nearby. Lip opening to speak, it only ended him in making a small grunted sound although it was enough to get the people's attentions.
"Brat!" came a woman's voice that sounded irritated yet happy as well. Feeling his body being pulled up into a tight hug, he blinked in surprise, mouth parted as he gazed at the woman, completely startled.
"D..do I know you?" the boy asked I a shaky and still dry voice as the woman pulled away. In reply, he only saw the woman's surprised look.
"Oi! Come now kid," came a man's voice. Eyes shifting to the male behind the overly endowed woman, the young boy took note of his large frame and long, spiky white hair.
"Don't tell me you forgot who we are now? It's me Jiraiya and old lady Tsunade." The man held a look of shock as well and inwardly, he could only hoped that this was all just a joke from the boy and no more.
The boy, in turn, only blink curiously at the man, his eyes filled with confusion still.
"I'm sorry, but... but I truly do not know who you are."
He watched as the lady closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to calm herself. Once her composure was settled, she came closer to the boy, examining him then like the medic nin she was.
"What is your name?" The question came quite sudden that it startled him somewhat before he could manage a reply. Parting lips to speak, he felt the answer on the tip of his tongue and yet no words came forth to answer the obviously easy question.
"I am..."
He placed both of his hand on either side of his head, a throbbing pain forming as he tried to will it away.
"I am..." he whispered, his eyes closed and fingers fisted in his hair. He didn't know and he couldn't remember and that scared him terribly; this sense of unknown. His hand slowly falling to his side, the boy gazed up at the woman through watery blue hues and whisper a simple question, eyes pleading for answers and full of fright.
"Who am I?"
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A/N Is it worthy for continuing? What's your opinion?