Professor of psychology Kanagawa Torah stared at his new patient. Quite a young guy, who, according to the questionnaire, only a couple of weeks must be fulfilled sixteen, sat, clutching his knees, staring at one point. Nakamori Hiroshi turned to him with a problem, unusual even for its rich practice.

- Let's summarize all the above, Hiroshi-kun. You claim that you live two lives and don't know which one is real? When you sleep there, you see this life like a strange dream, and vice versa. All right? - said Kanagawa.

- Yes, Professor, - said the boy, his sharp black eyes watched carefully and cautiously, and had in them something of what the Professor couldn't ignore. Nakamori Hiroshi spoke what he believed. And this view was the view of an adult, experienced. As they say "a child with old eyes."

- So it began two years ago, when your parents were killed before your eyes in an accident and you suffered and survived several clinical death? - he said, watching.

- Yes, Professor, - the patient's vision focused on a wide bracelets that covered his wrist.

- You tried to commit suicide? - made a scrawl across propensity to suicide in the form, he asked.

- Yes... But...

- But? - the hitch was more than eloquent.

- First I wanted to commit suicide, to Live the life. It is quite interesting. When I came here, after fourteen years there... It was very... painful... because… Of this I even singing... - the guy broke off, suspiciously looking at him. Professor Kanagawa pretended that they didn't notice a reservation. - In General, a lot of stress was. But then, once I was used to. You can say - were involved. Me, in General, it all began to make... But I recently learned something... Actually, so I decided to contact you.

- So, - Kanagawa mentally gave myself cuff due to the fact that having such an interesting case, not yet clarified what happens in the second, the life of a guy. - What you know, Hiroshi-kun?

- I think that soon I will die... Something has turned out. Very important... – he is thoughtfully twisted a lock of her black hair on his finger.

- But what makes you so sure!? You that there are sick? - he wondered.

- No... I Just found out that... My second life, it turns out that the public, - breathed by the patient, as if deciding on such a strange and incomprehensible statement.

- The public? - asked Kanagawa, completely unscientific vaucelles at the guy. - How is that?

- Everyone in Japan knows about it, - just thoughtfully continued Hiroshi.- Is one I have long thought and not analyzed the facts, some of the same names. Besides a big difference in the people... And just a couple of weeks ago I saw the scene of his death. And I must say, it probably all would have happened if I hadn't looked all that it will not struck your own naivety and stupidity...

- Some have analyzed, - the Professor issued data. - You live in the past, the information that exists in our world?

- I am not the main character, and just didn't understand that this is about my life there... - said Hiroshi.- And me and there especially was not. By the beginning of the story, I have already died.

- Tell me, Hiroshi-kun, - Kanagawa even leaned forward, waiting for something absolutely amazing, - as is your name in the second life?

Swollen by his words viscous silence broken only by the ticking clock on the wall, sounding unnaturally loud in the office instantly electrified atmosphere. The patient was silent, his borer heavy look that professor of internal shivered, wondering and building all kinds of assumptions.

- My name is Uchiha, Shisui...