Hope you enjoy. I do not own naruto. (fix and revised July 13, 2009)
His head pounded inside his skull, the pain was nauseating, causing him to squint his eyes pain before he opened his eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the light. His mind was fogged up from whatever he had been doing the prior night to cause him such a feeling of disgust and horrible throbbing that he knew would not subside for another half hour if he was lucky. He noticed that his body ached, more than just a simple run or jog, but a full of clash of the titans and more then fighting a god, but in a way, it felt normal for him.
He felt sick, but for some reason he also felt fine.
Kyuu what happened to us?
I don't know, kit, I serious don't know...
His mind had barely registered that he was in the hospital as he lifted his head... Only, he wasn't lifting his head?
"About time you're awake." he turned his head slightly trying to look at the person who had spoken to him.
"Who are you?" his voice was strained, tired, hurting, yet it didn't sound right... wait, his voice was... was that of a child's?
"It's me, Iruka." Iruka... It sounded familiar to him but he couldn't place where he had heard that name before. "You had an accident during training, you slipped off the branch and landed on the ground head first, I got you here as fast as I could, Naruto… I am so sorry."
"It's okay." his mind was pitted with holes that he couldn't find answers to, as if the holes were chunks of meat ripped out of his brain furiously to hide truth of something… something that made him want to cry…, but what scared him more was that the chunks were everything but his training as a ninja and the jutsu's that he sweated and bleed to learn. "How long..." his voice still sounded foreign to him, as if it was too innocent and naïve to what he really was deep down.
"Three days." Iruka said, leaning forward, and relief clearly showing threw his eyes and the relaxing muscles, if only slightly that he caught onto. "They said you might have amnesia?" Iruka looked at him with some fear taking over his expression; he could feel that Iruka was important to him deeply, but he didn't know how important he was to his heart.
"Thanks, Iruka san." Iruka's face turned grim as his eyes swelled slightly with tears, yet the face was paler then when he had woken up. This was not what Iruka wanted, he feared that it was right, only hoping, wishing, it was wrong.
"They said you could be released," Iruka said, taking deep calming breaths "after you woke up. So..." he nodded as Iruka set his clothes on the edge of the bed. Wait, did his clothes always look so small and so orange?
Iruka left the room silently. He was sad that Naruto didn't recognize him. Then there was the fact that the Genin Graduation, where Naruto would be taking his third and hopefully final, tests. His fear rose, spiking higher, yet he knew he had to trust the boy, then when he learned that Naruto had failed two prior test the years before.
"Hurry up and remember Naruto, please just remember and be you're self again." And pass this test so you can become that wonderful dream of yours: Hokage.
He felt drained of any stamina he might have had before he hit his head on that stupid tree during practice. Turning to look for a mirror, for he wanted to access the damage that these clothes and the bump on his head bandaged so poorly that it had draped over his left eye from simply standing up, did he spot something sitting on the table near his bed. A card, home made from the rough edges and the dripping glue, a name in bright orange over the sky blue color of the card: Naruto, get well soon.
Is that my name kyuu?
I believe so kit. I can't remember much of anything before we woke up.
Oh, I'll ask Iruka san then, he should know, he seemed like he knew me at least..
Yeah. That would be good, now I need to sleep. I'm tired exhausted.
Of course you can Kyuu.
As he glanced down at his clothes did he sigh, he didn't like them, they weren't suited for a ninja at all, unless he wanted to be gutted if he took a step outside, then sure, he'd be fine with them. Ah, he had sarcasm that made up for… well, for the moment, his lack of surprise and proper ninja stealth.
Slowly opening the door did he spot Iruka looking at the ceiling deep in thought, probably about him, if he judged his worried state and the constant muttering of 'hope he's fine' and 'maybe I should see what is taking so long'. "Iruka san," He watched as the man jumped back, his hand going to the kunai at his side, reminder, never scare Iruka, it might be the last thing he did. "is my name 'Naruto'?" Iruka looked shocked, staring at him before grinning slightly.
"Yes, it is." his eyes lit up a little. "I'll take you to your apartment. You probably can't remember where it is, am I right?" Naruto nodded, at least he found out about his name, now to figure out how old he was, and more importantly, where he was. Never forget that, it was important.
Iruka had walked Naruto to his apartment. To Naruto it had looked out of place, as if it wasn't right and it didn't match what he lived with for the last few years of his life. He could tell that this place though, with a mark of orange on the door, was his though. It smelt like him, of the fox, and of… ramen.
They paused outside the door, Iruka reaching into his pocket for the spare key that he had, because Naruto always seemed to lose his when he went out to get food or other things to live off of.
"Where am I? How old am I? Do I have parents? Am I still going to the academy?" Iruka jumped as Naruto's voice, a tone bland and yet curious at the same time, a threatening hint to it if he didn't respond. A tremor went down his spine before he felt a spark of pride hit his gut and over power his fear. Naruto, for the first time, had asked questions in an order that was from importances. For him, that was worth the boys graduation more then what he dreaded the school administrations would pick.
"You're in Konoha, your 12, you're an orphan, and yes, I am your teacher at the academy, the genin test is two days." Naruto nodded, glade that Iruka had answered his questions with answers that appealed to Naruto's knowledge of the places. And it would make sense to why he felt and looked like a kid, for twelve was one or a genin if he graduated. Yet, it started to nag at him that he had no parents and he lived in a somewhat run downed, and destroyed apartment.
"Iruka...sensei... Why don't I have parents? Is it because of the Kyuubi attack 12 years ago?" Iruka, once again, was shocked. He turned, key in the door barely turned, to look at his student and almost his own brother or son.
Was Naruto always this smart, or, did he hide t because of the villagers? Or maybe the bump made him smart and not such a pain and a perverted vandal. He liked that answer before he responded.
"Yes, because the Kyuubi killed your parents while they defended the village."
"Kyuu never told me why he did it before; I wonder if he'll tell me now." Naruto whispered this to himself so Iruka couldn't hear. "Thank you." with that he walked into his apartment, he had a lot of things to go over, and he only had two days to become a genin... de 'javu.
By the next morning Naruto had issued a plan, one that would help him learn and get better to 'hide' his hurt and incapable form. He had to learn the lay out of the village, the history, and see if he can get some form of work out.
His body performed the technique he would need from pure muscle memory. In seconds there were five others looking at him, all looking like him from head to toe.
"I like this technique." He said smirking at the others who nodded their heads. With that he listed off what he wanted them to do.
The first would shop for clothing that consisted of no orange and appropriate for a ninja he was going to become. The second would digest the knowledge in the library to learn of this village, and if he finished to learn of the other nations. He had to be prepared just in case something happened to him in another village. The third was set out to learn the positions of Taijutsu, so that later when he had time he could try to get them memorized not only in his mind but his muscles. The fourth would work on finding out any jutsu's that it liked, though he noticed that would require breaking an entering into any jutsu store. He gave permission and asked the fox to help the clone, who greedily and happily said he would if it gave him something to do. The fifth, well, he looked around the building and laughed.
"Could I clean this dump up?" it had asked, trying hard to hide his disgust and humor at their living situation.
"Yeah," Naruto said with a laugh. "Knock yourself out mini clone."
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