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"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."

―Dr. Seuss

Hirisoto POV

When I finally became aware of my surroundings, it felt like I had been suspended in jello for days, maybe months. My ears rung, causing me to wince in pain. What happened? I was doing just fine on my mission. Did I get hurt? I spread out my senses. For some reason, I could only barely touch my chakra senses at all. Or my chakra. I could only barely feel it, swirling around in my chest faintly. Chakra restriction seals, probably. I was caught. Damn. Konoha's advanced knowledge in sealing makes everyone's lives harder. I open my eyes, but instantly regret it. Light crashes into them and burns my irises. After a few moments, I open them again and sit up. There's no point in pretending to be asleep. I looked around. I was on a white bed, under a glass window. A metal door was to my right and to my left there was a bedstand with a clock. The walls were white and futuristic-looking. And attached to my left arm was a few metal prongs and a tube that literally went inside my arm. These... devices connected to an advanced-looking machine with a display monitor that showed some sort of graph on it. What was that thing? Some sort of torture device? I lay back on my pillows, stretching my unused limbs.

I focused my senses to my nose and sniffed. I recoiled in disgust. Bad idea. The room was filled with a pungent smell of rubbing alcohol, and a smell I can't quite describe. I also noticed something else. I wasn't strapped to the bed. Is it possible that someone found me and thought I was a native of the Land of Fire? No way. My Kumogakure headband gives it away. I reach up to my forehead, just in case it's still there. Nope. They replaced my ninja outfit with a white T-shirt and white shorts, with some kind of elastic waistband I'd never seen before. I fiddled with it for a moment, testing it's properties. The loud footsteps of running people echoed in the hall. Not Shinobi, I noted. The lock clicked and the door opened, and three doctors in white smocks ran in. One female, two male. Not armed. No chakra, must be civilians. Which makes sense, because they're loud as fuck. Every movement they make is wasteful. Their breath puffs in and out, loud to well-trained ears. Their hearts were beating on overdrive, according to my ears as well. I could attack, but I must have been knocked out for a really long time. My strong shinobi muscles all but disappeared, and my senses were dull from disuse. Also, if I moved, some trap seal would probably kill me. I stayed put, for now.

"Mr. Cowan! Are you feeling alright?"

What?

Somehow, the female doctor had spoken a different language, one that I've never heard before in all of my studies and travels as a ninja, and I Understood it! I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm not in Konoha, am I? Or in the Land of Fire at all...

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Don't worry, you're totally safe, I promise. You're going to be safe here. We are going to rehabilitate you. Your recovery is of utmost importance to us." She flashed a cute smile, standing on her tippy-toes. The male doctor to the left had blonde hair, a white coat and a blue tie with stylish glasses on and spiky hair that was covered by some mesh net. In the center was the woman. She was wearing the same uniform, but with a red tie and a red shirt underneath. She had orange hair in a ponytail. The other dude had black straight hair that went down in front of his face and the same uniform again but with a black and white checkered tie. He stood with his hands in his pockets and a clipboard pinned under his arm.

"Who's 'Mr. Cowan'?" Whoaa. I spoke, and that language came out. What kind of jutsu is that?

The redhead pulled up a white plastic chair, and the two dudes left the room.

"That's you."

Oh, so wherever I am, in a whole 'nother fucking country, with some weird translation jutsu, I am called 'Mr. Cowan.' It can't be a misinterpretation. My name is Hirisoto Sakalana. The two definitely don't sound alike.

"So, I'll give you a little information. You were in a car crash, and you've been in a coma for a few months. We expected a slow recovery, but you seem to have made more progress in the past ten minutes than many other patients do in half a year."

Okay, sure, that makes sense. So I was attacked by a 'car' or something like that and then passed out for a few months. What the hell? This place gets weirder every minute.

"A car what? Where am I?"

"Greenwood hospital."

"Okay, somethin' more than that. Providence, Land, Daimyo, Village, that sort of thing."

"We are in Pennsylvania, in the United States of America."

"Never heard of it. You're not just fucking with me, are you? What kind of torture method is this, anyway?"

The orange haired woman looked appalled. "T-Torture?" She clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Yeees ma'am, that's what happens to the unlucky shinobi who don't get killed in the field. It comes with the job."

Her eyes were a fraction of an inch wider than before. Someone walked past the door outside my cell.

"I-I don't know what you saw in your dream. But whatever it was, it wasn't real. You need to understand that. You're safe now."

"Shinobi who are trapped are never safe."

She sighed. "You're not trapped. We're here to help you. I'm here to help you." She said, gesticulating towards herself. She sighed, and pulled some kind of book out from a shelf under the bed. It was stuffed with index cards.

"I'm going to ask you some questions. It will help you get your memories back from your life before, okay?"

She held one card up. It had a picture on it.

"What is this picture of?" She asked.

"Ummm... That's a duck. What kind of question was that?"

She held up another one. It had a picture on it as well.

"...Turtle?..." I answered She nodded slightly and picked up another one, setting the used one down in her lap.

"Uhh... That's a picture of someone."

"But who?" She pressed. I shrugged.

"That's a man called Albert Einstein. He was a famous physicist."

"I have no idea what that is, but whatever." I replied. "What does that thing do?" I pointed to the monitor to my left.

"That's a monitor that detects your heart rate, blood pressure, brain activity, and a few other gauges. What's this?"

"That's a multipurpose ninja tool. Good for making traps and cooking and other survival elements, but it can also be used to assasinate someone inconspicuously if you are pretending to be a cook for a target of importance, or defending yourself. The curved back of the blade is specially smoothed so that it is difficult to remove from a body, a definite plus in combat, but it looks like it's weighted poorly. Not the kind of knife I'm used to. Carbon stainless steel, probably."

A look of horror dawned on her face, which turned a pale white.

"I... I think I'm done for today." She got up and raced out the door. Weird. 'Pennsylvania' must not be a ninja village.