Chapter 1: Bundle of...
It was another long shifted at work, another long walk to home.
Everything is the same routine. I go home, microwave my dinner and go to bed yet again a lonely man. There is no excitement, no love, just me. A twenty-seven year old man who has yet had his first kiss, not the most attractive man in the group and not the best attitude either. I was on my way back to my rundown one bedroom apartment, I was not making much on a police salary. Though, I guess it beats living with my parents for another year.
Anyway, my thoughts were disturbed by a loud ear piercing wail. I thought maybe a mother was out with her infant since this was a residential area, but I listened to it again and noticed it came from the dumpster a few feet away from me.
I approached the dumpster and lifted open the lid to discover an infant wrapped up in a bundle of newspapers. 'Someone has thrown a newborn away' I said queitly to myself. I assumed a teen mother thrown the poor thing away to avoid the hardship of parenthood. It was a common case I've seen in this city, babies abandoned for death because of unfit idiotic teenagers. A sad way to end such a young life.
I pulled the infant out the dumpster and took it out of the newspapers. The baby's clothes were tattered and worn out; it wreak of garbage. Its face was covered in dirt, its hair was full of old ketchup and the diaper was full. Other than that the baby was the most beautiful child I ever laid eyes on, just pure gorgeous. Of course I checked what sex it is, and I confirmed it was a baby boy. His eyes were black, the tears in his eyes made them loooked like diamonds.
The child stopped crying when he felt my hand caress his tiny cheeks. He probably sense something no one has given him, love and compassion. I smile at him. I took the baby and continue my way home. Someone has to care for the poor thing...
When I reached home the baby was screaming his head off again. Like if someone was trying to murder him. I couldn't stand the noise! It's like knives going into my brain, pure agony.
I placed the baby in the sink and run the warm water on him, thinking all he need was a bath. It soothed him just a bit but it wasn't enough to stop his weak sniffles. I went into the fridge to find the most softest thing he could eat. Since I was out of apple sauce, the banana was the closet thing I could find for him.
I unpeel the peel. When the baby open his mouth I saw a small tooth growing on the top, so the boy wasn't a newborn?
He was so tiny and malnourished that he looked like a small baby. Whoever disposed of him waited, but why? I gave the boy the banana and he automatically starts biting or whatever he was doing, on the banana. I pulled the baby out of the sink while the he was still eating and put an old cloth on him as a diaper; I found some old clothes and put a safety pin on the end so it won't fall out him.
The baby was finally happy. He looked up at me and began to gurgle and coo. I'm smiled at the little boy, glad he stopped crying.
"Now that you are nice and comfy, what should I call you?"
The baby to sniff the air, like a little animal. What on earth is he doing? I copied and I smelt nothing out of the ordinary. I looked down at him and he began to smile. The baby tricked me, heh, smart kid.
"You tricky little weasel" I smiled as I pinched his cheeks. The boy began sniffing again.
"I'm not going to fall for it, little Itachi." I thought for a second.
"Yeah... I like that, Itachi" The boy seems to love the name, he cooed again. He loved the name I picked for him!
I can't help but wonder who Itachi's parents are, did they even bother to give the boy a name, and when is his birthday? To be honest I really want to find the parents, I just don't want to be a father. This boy deserves better than those so called parents.
Itachi began to fall asleep in arms, the baby is getting too conformable. I'm going to take little Itachi to the hospital immediately. Maybe they could do a DNA match on him, I mean who ever the mother was had to have some sort of recorded. I wrapped him in a blue light blanket, approach the door. What a tiny little baby he is.
I arrived at the hospital.
The area was quiet and empty. A young nurse asked for my name and medical emergency. I simply replied that, I was an officer and I stumbled upon the baby on my way home. She had me fill out a form and I sat down in a chair. The form had simple questions on it, name, age, DOB, etc. But, he had no identity other than the one I have given him.
Itachi was literal a ghost of the system.
I turned in the form to the nurse nearly empty except for my contact information and sat in the waiting room. This is when Itachi started to act up again. At first, the only thing he did looked around the room nervously. He would tug on my uniform and say something in a language only another toddler would understand. I just thought he wanted a conversation so I started to talk in his language as well. He would respond back but in a very annoyed tone, so I began to speak normally. It didn't work either, so he stop talking and stared at me disappointed. . . It was probably because I didn't understand him.
Moments later he was becoming more uncomfortable with the new environment. He started squirming and screaming in my arms. Patient and visitors gave me ugly stares. I didn't know what happened or what I did to get him upset like this but, it was something serious. I bounced the baby up and down on my lap to calm him down, unfortunately it made things worst. He was turning red and started to hiccup, I don't think Itachi like hospitals.
"Hey, do you mind keeping that kid down!" Another visitors screamed. I tried my best to keep little Itachi quiet but, the boy wouldn't keep calm.
"Itachi, please relax why are you crying." He just screamed and buried his face in my chest as he grabbed on to my shoulder. I could feel him shaking in my arms. He was mumbling something but, the language barrier was between our way of communication. "I going to throw you out if you down shut that annoy creature up!" The man continue yelling. I was getting frustrated, I couldn't handle both a baby and an impatient stranger. I was starting to get a very bad headache and I can't think when I have a headache.
"Babies cry! Why wont you worry about you and I worry about me! Got it!" I yelled back. I wanted to cuss him out so badly, but I kept my peace. I didn't need to get myself further into the situation. My job was to get Itachi checked on and hopefully collect a sample so we could find his mother. I was hoping the doctor would come in soon and take us out of here. I knew people in this city were rude but, I didn't know they were this rude.
As if the answers to my prayers had been answered, a nursevwalked up towards me.
"I could help you, if you like? I love children." she's smiled. This woman was about in her early twenties, she had long black hair and beauty black eyes that matched Itachi's.
I was at amaze at how beautiful she was.
She slowly wrapped her arms around him. "He's a cutie. Hi, there baby." She place her finger on his lips. I watched as the baby, ease a bit. She was a miracle worker!
"What is his name?" She asked me not, removing her eyes off of him.
"Oh, I don't know...I been calling him Itachi for the past few hours."
"Ha, Itachi is a funny name, but it sounds cute. He isn't yours?" I started to get nervous, I didn't want her to think I kidnap this boy. "No, I found him in an alley...inside the trash can. I'm a officer so I just brought him here."
"Poor baby, who would do such a thing to a little baby!" She said, the tone in her voice sound very angry. She hugged Itachi, well more like snuggled him. "I could never throw him away like that. As if he were trash, some people don't deserve to even reproduce if life is so useless to them." I noticed she was getting more upset as she thought about it more, so I changed the subject.
"So what is your name?" I asked. She told me her name is Mikoto, I also told her my name,
"He looks like he likes you." I said. I stood up and walk closer to look at him. Also, to get a closer look at this nurse. She had very sweet smelling perfume on. "I think so too, he is a very kind child. You think you'll find these... people. " she hissed.
"That's why I'm here to find out."
"Mr. Uchiha, the doctor would see you." An older nurse announced.
As quickly as I heard the message I took Itachi from Mikoto's arms.
"Thank you..."
"No problem."I followed the women down the hall, Itachi grown even worst, since we said our goodbyes to Mikoto.
"Oh my, he's a loud on isn't he?" she asked as we walked.
"Yeah, a little troublesome."
"Babies aren't trouble, babies just want love, attention and needs like any other human on earth."
"Yeah...right" I said. I look down at Itachi. He was getting out of control, I couldn't hold him still. I am just glad I didn't dropped him. We arrive at the room.
Finally...
The nurse open the wooden door, as I stepped into the room the first thing I noticed was the blinding florescent light. There was a young doctor present in the room, he had long white hair tied in a pony tail and wore thick glasses.
I have my doubts if he could preform an accurate DNA search since he was a bit young. Itachi relaxed a bit, though his eyes and head were moving around, obsevering the room out of curiosity.
He whimper when his eyes met the doctor. "I am Kabuto Yakushi, The doctor on the pediatric floor. You must be officer Fugaku Uchiha." he placed his hand infront of me.
I shook it. He looked down at Itachi. I could see the baby shake when Kabuto placed his hand on his forehead. He squirmed in my hands and said something to the doctor translated in baby talk.
"Heh, you already don't like me, huh?" Kabuto said.
"Mr. Uchiha take a sit." I sat at the chair next to a small bed fit for a child. Kabuto pulled out a file and filled out a couple of important papers before pulling out a needle.
"I need a blood sample of the child, do you mind holding him still for me?" he said. I never known a doctor to be so quick to draw blood from an infant, usually there will be weighting and height measurements before hand. I held out Itachi's arm to keep it still in case he moves.
Kabuto slowly injected the needle in his arm and pulled on the end if the sirenge needle. To my amazement Itachi didn't cry! I don't even think he was aware he has the needle in his arm.
Kabuto noticed it too, I saw his eyebrow raised. "That's werid, you must be a brave boy." he joked. Itachi turned his face towards the man."Blah!"
"Itachi didn't felt that..."
"I see..." Kabuto said, he wrote more notes on his clipboard."Itachi might of have been born with damage nerves maybe CIP, not sure till after testing."
"CIP?" I asked unsure what it means. I don't have much of a medical terminology."Congenital insensitivity to pain, the problem is he probably never experience pain."
" How would he know things like he should stay away from hot things, or when he has a broken bone."
"Mr. Uchiha, from the way I heard it, you were going to give this boy up to the adoption center once finding his true parents."I looked at Itachi, he was try to reach for my hair.
He was truly an adorable child, the more I'm with him the more I don't want to let him go."I tell you what, you can hold on to the baby till we find out the identity of Itachi parents."
"I would love that."
