Chapter 12: the shape of things to come.
I opened my eyes again. I wasn't as tired as before but I didn't move.
I must think before everyone notices.
I died, right? Thinking about what happened made me realize that I had a panic attack followed by a heart attack.
How was I still alive?
Maybe raiton jutsu?
They must have kick-started my heart back. Thank this world for small miracles.
But still, that was a lot to digest.
Four years…
I missed a lot. Naruto's birth. To begin with.
Have I changed something? Anything?
I just talked to my teacher. I talked to Kakashi.
Was that enough? Was that enough to change anything?
In the end, what have I really done?
…
Can't figure it out right now. Not without context. So, I am an eight-year-old now. Twice the time I've spent in this world.
Since I wasn't that tired or half-delirious like before, I could feel that my body was bigger.
How did they feed me? How did I manage to have a growth spurt in my sleep?
That was the time when I heard the god-damned beeping noise of an EKG close to me.
Fuck that shit. I guess that it is too much to ask, to remove a cardiac watcher to a person that just had a heart attack, right?
Oh, my sarcasm is back. Good.
I focused on the beeping noise.
Constant. Annoying. But beeping. The very proof that I was alive.
While musing about my situation I felt that Moon-moon wasn't here. I scanned my surroundings and indeed, there was no white furry idiot in the room.
…
Now I miss him.
I felt a slight wind coming from the opposite side of the room. Where the door was. I felt a surge of guilt and love. I felt protected.
"Did… you… come… every… night… mom…?"
I heard my mom, Tsume, gasp.
"You are… awake? You felt me?"
"The… Protector… Protect…"
I could only manage this. My throat hurt… as fuck.
"Don't speak. Shinji… My son… Don't make a single noise."
Mom put her hand over my head. Then I then felt a comforting feeling wash over me. And I felt a voice in my soul.
"The Inuzuka can speak to their ninken in a way that transcends words. With potential and the right training, every Inuzuka can speak to each other in the same way… Do you understand me, my child?"
The voice of my mother was resonating in my head. Her voice was… pleasant. Soothing.
"I… Do..." I didn't speak. My mother told me not to speak. So, I did the same thing that I do when Moon-moon talks with me.
Except that it was way harder. Words, or should I say thoughts are much harder to express to another human. I guess my mom's feral side was the key part that made it possible.
"I knew you'll be able to do it. Well… I guess you have a lot of questions now…"
Questions? I could only manage 'thoughts' right now.
" Four… Years?"
"Yes… Yes my son. It's been four years since I was able to feel your soul. Four years, two month and twelve days. But now I hear you…"
The 'voice' of my mother was overflowing with joy. Even if my 'voice' was nothing more than the mental connection I had with her.
"What…now… everyone… safe…?"
"Worry not, my pup. I will tell you everything that happened that night. But you must rest. But rest knowing that the village and the clan survived."
"Keeper… speak with… Keeper… must… speak…"
I heard the EMT going wild again. Shit. I'm going back to sleep again soon, isn't it?
The 'voice' of my mother appeared again in my mind. But her tone wasn't scared or wary.
"He's kinda busy, my child, so now is not the time. You should rest. But know that I am proud of you in a way that no one outside us will ever know."
Did Minato survive?
I then felt her put her hand on my arm and felt a sharp pain in it. I felt the needle and injection. The beeping noise slowed down.
Seriously It's that simple?
Can they just fucking… give… me… the… recipe…?
Hello darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
'Cause your silence is so alluring.
And this world is so fucked and it's my fault and where is Moon-moon and seriously is Namikaze still alive and…
And when I will wake up, I'll have to start explaining.
… I love that song. But when it comes to adapting it with good lyrics I suck.