Chapter 4
A white cloak and a hat, a prominent figure, the patient guesses. A brown beard and a very stern gaze.
In the back of his head, there is a small voice that is happily calling out a name. A possible vague memory so familiar and comforting, yet so sad and far away.
"Ji-"
"I see you have awoken from your slumber," the old man says, crossing his arms. His eyes are cold and hard, but there is something soft and warm hidden behind those cold eyes.
The young boy doesn't say anything but nods, suddenly feeling his shoulders stiffen.
No matter how familiar with another person you are, you still have to remain on guard.
"What is your name?" The Sandaime asks calmly, though, at the same time, his voice harsh.
The boy furrows his eyebrows and looks at his hands. This should be an easy question, so why can't he remember it?
"My… name…." the boy starts. He shuts his eyes closed, "name… is…"
"Lord third, this boy may not remember anything. There are multiple damages to his brain," she says.
"Let him try," the old man urges, "we don't know for sure if he actually is an enemy spy or not."
The nurse nods slowly and exists the room.
Silence.
"Child, what is your name?" The older man asks suddenly, tone of voice softer this time.
The patient jumps at the sudden noise, eyes wide and scarred hands squeezing the soft blankets.
"I- I," he stammers.
"Take your time."
"The name's ❒◆⧫□ ?¬フリ◆❍ & !"
"My name is…."
" ❒◆⧫□ ?¬フリ◆❍ & !"
"I…"
" ❒◆⧫□ ?¬フリ◆❍ & !"
He can't hear it. Every time the little voice obnoxiously yet quietly yells out the words, they are muffled and silenced.
"I don't remember. I'm sorry," he mumbles, heart thumping hard against his chest. His eyes looks up to the older man's brown orbs and the boy's body trembles.
The old man's eyes are soft and understanding, looking down at the cerulean hues distantly. The patient doesn't understand why. Why is he looking at him with such a kind look, and why does it feel so familiar?
"I see," the Sandaime sighs. "If you don't even remember your name, then there is no reason you have any ill intentions against Konoha, correct?"
Blue eyes look from the blankets to the Sandaime and back to the sheets.
The Hokage coughs and explains, "My name is Hiruzen Sarutobi. As you already know, I am the Sandaime Hokage. Right now, you are inside the hospital in Konohagakure."
The boy nods his head.
Hiruzen continues, "Unfortunately, nobody knows anything about you." At this, the boy deflates. "But we do know you are an Uzumaki judging from the unmistakable garnet red hair."
Garnet red?
The boy pulls down his bangs and almost goes crossed-eyed trying to see his hair. Wasn't it supposed to be blonde?
The old man told no lies. His hair is indeed a shade of red and not a sunshine yellow.
Was it always red?
"Uzumaki?" The boy breathes, now looking at Sarutobi. It's a foreign yet familiar name, like a certain scent you can remember, but at the same time can't. Still, it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
"Uzumaki," he repeats. "'Tebbayo."
AN: Hi guys! It has been awhile, hasn't it? I hope this chapter will be okay. It's a bit short but I've been having writer's block recently. I decided to change up the style a bit, so I'm going to go back and edit a few things from the story. I will also change things from the first three chapters as I am not happy with them. I realized that putting author's notes as chapters are not allowed, so I will try not to do that. I will also take out those author's notes lol. Also, sorry if my grammar is a bit off, English is not my first language. I will update when I can. Thank you for your patience!
