My Living Nightmare: One: Amnesia
A girl, aged eleven as of a few days prior, stumbled through the gates of the unknown village, only to collapse once three feet inside. She could hear voices shouting, calling medical ninja.
Where am I…? she wondered, her eyes half open.
When did I come here…? More voices, shouts for stretchers, came into her shortened hearing range.
Why am I here…? she closed her eyes, the suns rays blinding. She could feel hands lifting her up, feel being placed on some sort of cloth, feel the swaying sensation when the voices moved her.
What was I doing…? Darkness seemed to surround her. It was nice, the soft embrace of the cold, dark air. She swallowed, tasting the real air around her before going limp.
Who am I…?
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"Lord Hokage, pardon my intrusion." a ninja, or more specifically, one of the Hokage's AMBU, said, kneeling in front of his desk. The Sandaime Hokage, nodded, looking up from his papers, glad for the distraction. The ninja continued his report. "There appears to have been a girl collapsed just inside the gates, sir. She is unconscious and at the hospital."
Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed, standing and walking to the door. "I'll go visit this girl, then. I have nothing better to do." other than paper work, he muttered under his breath. The AMBU nodded, disappearing. Hiruzen sighed, walking out of the office. He made his way down the stairs, walking through the streets to the hospital. Not many people bothered him, making the walk more peaceful than normal.
Like-wise, when he came and entered the building, nearly no one could be seen. Things were starting to worry him, but ignoring the absences, he continued up to the room where the AMBU had said the girl would be. He entered, a mass majority of the people inside leaving. So that's where everyone was, he thought, walking over to the bed.
A young girl, not much older than the other genin, was sitting up right, a bandage around her head. A few pale red marks could be seen appearing through the bandage, but it went greatly unnoticed. Hiruzen walked forward, through the few Jonin and medical-nin who were still in the room.
"What is your name?" he asked, kindly but demanding. The girl looked away, her long, bright orange hair, swaying to the side. Her bright orange eyes turned back to the Sandaime, but closed again.
"I do not know, sir…" she whispered, the age of her voice older than her appearance. She seemed to take in the fact that he was an important figure in the village. She shook her head sadly. "I do not remember anything. The only thing I can really be certain of is my birth date; May 13th, eleven years ago." she announced, the age and quietness of her voice never once leaving.
She was the same age as the genin, or at least, the students at the academy. Hiruzen nodded. "I see… Well, seeing as you don't really seem to be going anywhere or have any family that we can call on, I have to give you a name and home here in Konohagakure." the girl looked up, her orange eyes hopeful and happy.
"Your new name will be…"
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Elsewhere
A boy, no more than eleven, sat on the roof of his apartment building, staring at the late afternoon sky. His short, spiky blond hair was rustled by the small breeze passing through the village. Today had been one of the rare days that he didn't pull any pranks, much to the surprise of everyone in Konohagakure.
The boy was known for pulling pranks, one of his more recent being painting graffiti on the Hokage monument. He was chastised in front of his whole class and had to clean it off later, but in the end, the fact that he had no family saved him. His sensei even treated him to ramen!
Somehow, today seemed off to the young prankster. He couldn't place his finger on it, but it felt oddly off. There was a feeling in his stomach, kind of like when you're nervous about something, but it sort of felt like anxiety. What he was worried or waiting for was unknown to him, but he couldn't shake the feeling.
Maybe he had better go to bed… Something feels like it might happen tomorrow, and I don't want to be half-asleep when it does. Naruto sighed, pushing himself up and jumping down and into his bedroom window.
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Elsewhere - Sunagakure
"Let me GO!! I have to find her!!" a chunin, aged fourteen, struggled against her siblings grasp. She pushed against the male, trying to pull from his strong hold. He stared at her with his cold, pale green eyes until she stopped. She hung her head in defeat when he sat her back down on her bed.
"I know you want to find Myuumi, but she's already gone." the boy told her again, his deep voice trying to reason with her. The girl lifted her head, her red hair falling behind her shoulders.
"But Gaara-!" she cried, trying again to stand. His firm hands pushed her down again. She stared up at her younger cousin - oh, how he looked older for his age - pleading with her eyes for him to let her go. He shook his head.
"She has already past the country border. It can't be helped, Hoshi. She's gone." trying to reason with the girl was near to impossible, but it seemed that her favorite cousin had just what it took. Hoshi narrowed her eyes in sadness, staring off to the side.
"I know…" she whispered after a few moments, laying down on the bed. She closed her amber eyes, her short, spiky red hair sprawled around her. Gaara sighed, running a hand through his equally spiky red hair, before turning and leaving the room. Outside, he glanced at his older brother and sister. Temari smiled at him, as did Kankuro. Gaara merely avoided their gazes. It was enough that he was the only that Hoshi would listen to; he didn't need these two to rub it in his face.
She's gone… he closed his eyes, silently walking away from his cousin's room. Truth to tell, he missed Myuumi just as mush as Hoshi did. Not that he would voice his concern about her safety. He'd get a chance to leave Sunagakure soon enough; being the Kazekage's son and with the chunin exams coming up.
Gaara sighed again, walking to his room.
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Earlier - Konohagakure
The orange haired girl had many people wanting to see her once she had awoken, but most were too shy to come in her room. That and the fact that she had Shinobi guarding to doors - inside and out. Not that she wanted to leave. She didn't know who she was, why she was here, where 'here' was or what she was doing outside the village.
She frowned, trying to think back, past the last three hours. The only thing she knew was how old she was and her birthday. Eleven, May 13th. Not much to go on. I don't even have a name. she sighed, running her bandaged hand through her long, slightly messed up, orange hair. The medics had noted that she was strange because of her hair and eye color. She didn't know anything about that either. She had also heard the she was wearing a forehead protector, but the plate had been damaged and had fallen off.
So what if I was a so called ninja. If I was, I sure as hell don't remember! she growled in her mind, not once losing her cool face outside her mind. One of the guards turned to the girl.
"Would you mind if I let in some of the people. They seem to be getting anxious." the girl sighed, but shrugged.
"It is okay, I would just like not to be mauled by anyone." she said, a hint of royalty in her voice. She didn't recognise it as her voice, or how she would normally talk. She didn't even know how she would normally talk! For all she knew, she could have been a princess running from the mob, or a village straggler. Considering her clothes, she doubted both thoughts. Definitely a ninja… she sighed again.
The guard reluctantly opened the door, only to be push to the side by about ten or twenty of the villagers. Many of them started asking question, their words overlapping one another's. The girl rubbed her temples, already getting a headache after five seconds.
Another figure entered the room, more calmly and dignified than the others. Once he was actually in the room and approaching the villagers standing around her moved away, bowing to the man. She caught on quickly, supposing that he was the head of the village; the Hokage. He walked over to her bedside, watching her carefully, but with kindness.
She couldn't quite remember the conversation, until the man mentioned letting her stay in the village. She had thought she might have been kicked out, since all they knew saw her age. She looked up happily, positively glowing.
"Your new name will be…"
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