These Memories:
A Series About Friendship and Forgetfulness
: Before all things / I had a name / I think it left me long ago / Why can't I remember / Today I have another chance / to step out / I will not rest / until I know / what it all means / I will not give in / until I have you back / where you belong / I will not stop / because this is who I am / Maybe in time / these memories will fade away :
Where You Belong
Home should never make you uneasy.
These Memories; Part XII
Had they stopped moving?
No, they were still going. He closed his eyes again; the sight of trees blurring past was too much for him. Somebody was carrying him on their back. He wanted to protest that he was fine, he could walk, but he wasn't quite sure his legs would hold him if he tried. The pit had been too small to move in; how long had he been down there? Probably forever.
The type of movement changed. Now he cracked his eyes open and saw instead of trees, buildings and blue skies and clouds. Were they moving along the rooftops? That was something new.
This place...seemed almost familiar. Had he been here before? He fidgeted a little, wanting them to stop so he could see if he knew this place. "Nnngh.."
"Hang on, kid." The man who was carrying him had a rough voice, but there was an undertone of kindness beneath it. "We're back in Konoha now, you'll be at the hospital in no time."
Konoha. The name didn't ring any bells. "...where?"
"The hospital, kid. You're practically home."
Home...maybe I did have one somewhere else after all. He closed his eyes again. If this was home, shouldn't something look familiar? Shouldn't he remember this man who was carrying him? Shouldn't the mention of the word "hospital" make him feel safe instead of worried?
He didn't remember any of this. What if none of them remembered him?
The man spoke again. "Relax. You're back where you belong, kid. Everything's gonna be just fine."
Somehow that was enough for him to slip back into a light sleep.