A child, no older than five, was lying asleep in a hospital bed. The child was pale in complexion, with feathery white hair and under those closed eyelids is a pair of purple eyes. They were clothed in a light blue hospital gown that stopped at the ankles. Under the gown, bandages covered the child's chest and abdomen, along with an IV and heart monitor connected to their right arm.

If one was to look close enough, they would see that the child twitching, their fingers moving slightly, trying to feel for something. A sheen of sweat began to form on their forehead, their face scrunching up in pain from an unseen force. The twitching becoming more frequent and more violent as the time ticked by.

Suddenly they jolted up, a pained gasp leaving their lips. Huffing for air as if they ran a marathon, the child sat their collecting their breath. In. Out. In. Out That was the only thing floating through their head. Feeling a pinch in their arm the child's breathing calmed enough for them to process where they were at.

Confusion momentarily crossed their face, seeing as this was a place they were unfamiliar with, before a sound of a door knob turning alerted that someone was coming. From the left side of the room the door opened slightly to allow a little blonde head to peek in. Wide blue eyes connected with puzzled purple, electing a surprised gasp to leave the blue eyed blonde boy.

"Shiro-chan! I'm sorry!", the mysterious boy cried as they ran towards the the white haired child in the bed. Getting a full view of the person the purple eyed child analyzed them. The blonde kid was a fair tan in complexion, wearing a white hood with green trimmings along the sleeves and black pants with blue sandals. Who was he any way?

The boy in question was busy apologizing and crying on his knees next to the child in bed. Snot was running out of his nose while tears streamed down his round cheeks. Undeniable the boy was cute, but right now he looked a mess.

Fed up with the blonde's crying the purple eyed child hesitantly patted the boy's head. His crying turned into sniffling, big blues eyes gazed up at them. The purple eyed child seeing the boy stop his tears brought up their hand and wiped away the remaining tears.

"I'm sorry Shiro-chan...it's my fault you're here. If only I was more observant and noticed that you weren't next to me then you wouldn't have gotten hurt.", the blonde boy apologized. His words confused the child. What could he have done that had hurt them?

"W-W-Who a-are you?", a raspy feminine voice asked. It was the purple eyed child who spoke, voice croaky due to not being used for sometime. Her eyes widened a little because she sounded horrible.

"Ha! That's funny Shiro-chan! For a second there you had me worried...you are kidding right?", the boy laughed nervously before trailing off. His eyes showed that he was scared, hoping that this was the girl's version of a sick prank to get back at him. It wasn't a prank.

Seeing the one he calls Shiro-chan not burst out laughing, saying how this was pay back or some type of joke, caused the blonde to break down crying again. This in turn caused the girl to freak out and trying to calm him down. She doesn't know why she said it but her mouth worked on autopilot.

"Onii-chan! Please don't cry!", came the panicked cries from the white haired girl. With out realizing what she was doing the girl wrapped her arms around the boy, squeezing him tight in hopes that the embrace would cease his cries. For some reason, seeing him cry because of her made something inside of her snap.

Suddenly a rush of memories and information rushed through her mind. Her birth, her growing up in an orphanage, meeting the blonde boy whose name is Namikaze Minato. Going to the Academy. Training to be a shinobi. Finding a explosive tag in one of the training fields with Minato. The tag going off. Minato's horrified expression as the tag went off with her near it. And more specifically her name. Okamoto Shiromi.

But she also had memories of another life. Nineteen years worth of memories. A life in which she died for saving the life of a child from being hit by a truck. Her body skidding across the road, bones broken and limbs twisted in positions they shouldn't be. Her blood pooling around underneath her crumpled body as screams ring out, her conscience fading into black. At the moment she prayed that the child was at least safe before her breathing stopped along with her heart. But most all she remember her name. Rayanna. Rayanna Maria Salazar.

And she had been reincarnated.

The sudden realization of her rebirth was so overwhelming that she as well began to cry. Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks, falling onto the boy, or as her memories conveyed, her older brother by blood pact, Namikaze Minato. Or Mina-nii as her mind supplied.

Her crying and outburst caused Minato to stop his tears momentarily to stare at his beloved little sister by blood pact, and question again if she was just playing a prank and felt guilty for making him worry. But seeing the general confusion and panic in her eyes made him see that she wasn't sure. On one hand she called onii-chan but on another she wasn't acting when she had asked who he was. Maybe subconsciously she remembered and is just having a relapse in memory. That had to be it.

He was about to say something but Shiromi beat him to it.

"I wasn't kidding when I had asked you who you were. But seeing cry because of me triggered something in me. All the times we spent together came rushing back. Some spots are blurry but I'm sure with time they'll come back. Don't worry Mina-nii everything will be alright.", she confessed but reassured at the same time, pulling her brother tighter into her embrace for comfort. Without words he as well pulled he closer, giving her the comfort he knew she was seeking.

They sat there in silence, relishing in each others presence. Minato was still worried for his sister but he'll do whatever it takes to help her. Shiromi was still questioning who she truly was. Was she nineteen year old Rayanna or was she five year old Shiromi. For now she'll just relax in Minato's arms and question stuff later.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything.", a voice asked from the door. It was a man, presumably the doctor from the way he was dressed. He had long dark brown hair pulled into a low hanging ponytail, a healthy tan complexion, and a pair of brown of eyes that showed amusement seeing two children jump at his sudden appearance. He in all rights handsome, with a strong jawline and a clean shaven face. His build was something to. You could tell that he worked out regularly from the way his muscles show through his clothing. Not to muscly but not weak either.

"Who are you?", Shiromi asked harshly, a glare set upon her face at the man.

Well, she didn't expect her question would make the man tear up as well. Now she has to deal with another person she made cry.