"Kabuto, are you okay sweetheart?" my stepmother asked.
Sweetheart. Something was definitely wrong here.
I tried to move, and cried out in pain.
"Are you alright, son?" my stepfather asked.
Okay, now I knew something was wrong. My stepfather never called me 'son' unless something was wrong or he wanted something out of me.
"What happened, father?" I asked.
"We were hoping that you could tell us that, Kabuto. Where have you been? We've been worried sick about you!"
Typical stepfather. He never passed up an opportunity to yell at someone, even if they were badly injured. Now, don't get me wrong- he was a great medical ninja- just not the best father.
My head throbbed violently. Damn, why couldn't he have just said, "Hey, kiddo, good to see that you're alive!"?
My memories gone. I couldn't remember anything from the past couple of months. Try as I might, my mind always drew a blank.
"…I don't know what happened," I said, and, at the time, I was being completely honest. My stepfather growled in frustration, while my stepmother fussed over me excessively.
"Oh, my poor baby," she said in that baby-talk voice that never failed to make me nauseous.
"Kabuto, are you sure you don't remember anything?"
"…Yeah," I replied. "I remember leaving to gather herbs like you told me to, then the next thing I know…I'm here."
"Kabuto-"
"Honey, let's just leave him alone for now," My stepmother pleaded. "Let him rest for a bit, and maybe he'll remember."
Thank God for mothers.
A/N sorry it's been so long! Please review :D
