Pain. Unbelievable pain was the first thing that greeted him. After what felt like eternity the pain changed into pure, unadulterated cold against his skin. He sensed movement underneath, but he couldn't see, so his whereabouts were unknown. His arms and legs felt a bone deep exhaustion, they felt weak. Try as he might, his eyes would not open. There was a vibration that he finally realized was his own screaming, but he couldn't hear it.

After another eternity in his newfound hell, a dark feeling came over him. A presence of true hatred filled him. The vile feeling permeated the air, suffocating in its intensity.

Yet another eternity passed and the sensation went away. Something burned on his stomach from then onward.

When the pain was finally gone, his mind cleared, which was almost as bad as the pain.

Where am I, was the first thought that came to his mind.

I feel...wrong. Incredibly wrong. My movements are delayed, my senses are all but gone. I'm...helpless.

The mental clarity he now possessed told him 2 things. One, he didn't know where he was, and two, he couldn't figure it out.

After enough time in silence, he noticed a couple things. There was… something in the background, like a quiet ringing in the ears but in a different range of sensation. An ever present hum of activity that seemed to grace his skin, seeping inside even.

The second realization came in the sense that the hum had a source, more than one, but more importantly it had a direction.

For apparent months he focused on that hum, defining the sources, feeling them out.

Eventually, his eyes opened, and with that came pain again. This pain, however, wasn't unbearable. When his eyes fully opened, all he could see were amorphous blobs, but with every second they became more clear.

The realization that you are a newborn child is unwelcome at any time, he decided when the blobs finally coalesced into people, very large people. Then a ripping sound came, signaling the awakening of his auditory senses.

As more clarity came, even more unwelcome realizations came with it. The people were wearing what appeared to be ANBU masks. He knew that wasn't the actual name, but fuck it, he wasn't Japanese….how did he know that.

Wait, what do I know...I don't know my name...I remember morals, philosophies, my personality, but not...me. There aren't memories, just knowledge and information.

Then a new shape entered his frame of reference. A man with a big hat and a white cloak.

"Well, aren't you going to be fun...Naruto Uzumaki"

Fuck.