I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE NOR DO I OWN NARUTO

The beginning is going to be similar as another story of mine, so don't complain. You have been warned.

XXX

Naruto's P.O.V

October 10, 1998

Naruto.

That was the only thing that came to mind when I tried to remember. Something. Anything.

So, I'm guessing that Nat's my name.

I don't remember anything. Can't remember anything.

Geez… I keep on repeating myself.

So, I guess… my name's Nat. You can call me… well, Nat.

Right now, I'm being chased by a couple of good ole' bullies. There were really just a half a dozen or so, twelve-year-old rich kids playing the bad boys. They could've been no trouble to shake off under normal circumstances; but being in a body that's, like, no older than ten, really slows you down.

(Wait a minute, since when was I so confident that I could outrun them? And, what does 'normal circumstances'refer to? Oh. Great going Nat. The moment's gone now.)

You might wonder how I got myself into this… troubling predicament.

A few minutes ago, I woke up in the middle of an empty park, with no memories whatsoever.

The first thing I noticed was that my clothes were still intact and undamaged. In fact, they looked untouched. Although, there was a déjà vu moment regarding my clothes.

That time, I was so close, so close, to remembering something. I remember staring in awe at my own clothes for a minute or two, like I had never worn clothes so… nice before. Then, I just had to chase the thought away my thinking, where did that come from?

Okay, I'll admit it; the clothes weren't really that special. Just a black T-shirt with a weird design on them that I didn't have time to examine beneath a zipped, plain red jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and black and white running shoes.

They were a bit plain, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Anyway, while I was running, I noticed I had ran straight into a public park.

The only light was coming from the streetlamps that lined the path ever thirty feet or so, so it was pretty dark in there. And, just my damn luck…

I tripped.

It was probably just a rock sticking out of the pavement, or maybe a root innocently laying there, just waiting for me to get ensnared in its deadly trap… I probably sound really weird right about now, huh?

The boys advanced, probably thinking they looked menacing and intimidating, but in reality they looked rather silly with their chubby cheeks propped up from trying too hard to scowl and/or smirk. I tried to get up, but winced as pain shot up from my ankle.

I stared forlornly at my clothes. Well, I guess this is it, brand-new-clothes. Nice meeting you.

My head shot up again when I heard a few loud thuds and shouts of alarm.

Right in front of me, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of my former attacker was a teen. He looked no older than eighteen, but the calculating gaze he set on me was not that of a normal teenager's.

The boy – teen – man looked… interesting… to say the least.

His jet-black hair was messy, like mine, but in a bedraggled sort of style. The bags under his eyes complimented his bored yet guarded look. Loose, long-sleeved white shirt and blue jeans covered his lean frame.

After a few moments of our staring contest, he finally pulled out a phone from his packet and called someone. He held the cell phone with two fingers like it was the most contaminated thing in the world.

He mumbled something that I couldn't understand at all as he walked towards me and kneeled down to examine my ankle.

He closed the cell and started to say something to me that I swore was in another language altogether, but I soon realized that the reason I couldn't understand him at all was that because it was in another language. One that I only understand bits and pieces of, and even that was kinda hard to understand.

The next few hours were a blur to me. I remember a kind face of an old man, being picked up, being put into a black limo-like car, and finally, the face of the teen that saved me.

But, unlike earlier, he was blatantly showing emotion.

It was like a switch, I realized. At the park, where there could be eyes watching, he was like a blank piece of paper. You couldn't read anything on it. But now, away from the public and inside the secluded car, the wall holding all of his emotions in check broke and he showed all kinds of feelings.

Excitement. Confusion. Curiosity. Childish cluelessness….

Worry?

I tried to stay awake; but now, with all the energy the adrenaline gave gone out of my system, I felt… tired.

Think I'll just have to… take a nap.

XXX

L's P.O.V

October 11, 1998

What is wrong with me?

First, I decided that I would take a walk in the deserted park at midnight. Then, I decided to take care of a boy.

I'm going crazy, aren't I?

Hey L, what're you doing?" And to make matters worse, he doesn't even know who I am. What? Has he been living under a rock all this time?

I snatched a tray of my chocolates away from him. I. Give. UP! "Watari!"

XXX

Sorry it's short!

R & R

Flames will be used to bake my cookies.

TTFN!