A/N: Here's the new chapter! I hope you enjoy!
The walk through the town, which he found out was Konoha, was as uncomfortable as ever. It seemed as if people were staring at him, but when he looked over in their direction they quickly looked away. Some people were even whispering about him.
For instance he heard a lot of 'Hey, look its that kid.' And some 'Out of the hospital already, last I heard with those injuries he got from— but they were shushed up.
But as he passed every building he got more excited. Did he live in an apartment? Was there any good places to eat near it? Were there any other 18 year olds around to talk to?
A million questions ran through his head at once. It felt like he was going to explode.
By the time Satoru had reached the house the excitement was gone. It took two whole hours to walk from the hospital to his house, which turned out to be a homely farm house at least 2 miles from Konoha itself. He had expected a nice apartment with a view, because that was what he had been dreaming about. He thought his dreams were some sort of memory fragment that had leaked into his subconscious, but apparently he was wrong.
The house itself was average. It had an average sized living room, a two seat-er table, an average couch, and an average stair case. But lucky for him his room was below average in size and taste. The walls were a drab puce and there were make shift curtains (blankets) tacked up over the window. His bed was nothing more than a cot. He was surprised that the lumpy hospital bed actually felt better than this one.
"Fuck. No wonder I did whatever I did to get me hurt so badly." He hissed looking up at the ceiling. Then he remembered,
Fuck, I have to write all of this down. Um, shit, why can't I remember her name? Oh whatever, whats-her-face told me to write things down, so I'll guess I'll have to.
He removed the shiny black memo book from his bag and groped around in various drawers for a pen. When he had found one he sat on the floor (it was more comfortable than the cot) and began to record what had happened.
Strange parents, seem to be farmers of some kind.
House a BIG letdown, 2 miles from Konoha.
People whispered and looked at me a lot today.
My room and bed sucks.
He looked at his paper and then quickly added,
Name Satoru
City Konoha
Village Leaf
Land Fire
Current mood suspicious.
Satisfied he put the memo under his bed.
His mom called him from downstairs.
"Satoru! Dinner's ready!"
"Coming." He yelled back down. Satoru got up from the floor and headed down the creaky steps and entered the kitchen. His mother and father were already seated looking at him expectantly.
"Uh, where do I sit?" he asked. There wasn't a chair placed for him. His parents looked at each other and then back to him. His mother laughed nervously.
"Heheheh, right here, in front of your father! Let me get you a chair." she said taking out a folding chair from a closet near the table. She set it down in front of his father.
"Sorry, with you being gone for so long, we put the old chairs in storage so we had more room for guests. Heh heh heh." His mom laughed nervously again.
"Kay." He said sitting down.
"Satoru, guess what we're having?" his mother asked.
"What?" he said, playing along.
"TAKOYAKI! Your favorite!" she said bringing the skewers over from the counter and setting them on the table. Satoru stared.
What is TakoyakiHe asked himself. He picked one up and smelled it. It smelled ok, so he put it in his mouth and almost barfed.
Whatever this takoyaki is, I don't like it. He swallowed the piece he was chewing and set it back on the plate.
"Uh, can I be excused?"
"Why, you haven't finished you dinner yet." Said his father.
"I'm not hungry." Said Satoru.
"I don't care, you're going to—
"Honey," his mom interrupted, "Leave Satoru alone. He's been on limited food for months now and he just needs some time to get his appetite back, right?" she looked at Satoru.
"Uh yeah, right." Agreed Satoru.
"Go on, get up to your room." She said smiling.
He was half way to the stairs when he was stopped.
"Satoru, before I forget a woman caught me outside the hospital this morning. Her address is on the counter. She said anytime you needed to talk she's always available."
Satoru's heart leapt.
A friend?
He turned around and grabbed the sticky note off the counter and went back upstairs to read it.
Sakura Haruno
The name sounded familiar but he couldn't place it with a face. He took the black memo book from under his bed and stuck the note on the inside cover.
Good, it'll be safe here.
He picked up the pen and added,
Takoyaki is disgusting.
To his little list and then placed the book back underneath his cot. He lied down on the lumpy cot and stared up at his ceiling again.
This is weird. I'm not sure if I like it.
Why would my parents have guests over when I'm in the hospital? And why didn't they ever come and visit?
He pondered these questions a few minutes more.
Why won't anyone tell me how I got so hurt?
Satoru could remember bits and pieces of his accident, like being on a stretcher and watch the overhead lights whizz by above him as he was rushed to an operating room. He also remembered a lot of people in masks with their hands all a-glow touching various wounds on his body.
But what did it matter now? He was better after all.
After what seemed like hours his eyelids drooped and he fell into a deep sleep.
A face emerged in his subconscious, a face he hadn't seen before. A face with glowing red eyes and spinning dots. A voice boomed from it all though the lips on the face hadn't moved.
"Foolish little brother." It said, and the mouth formed a perverse grin. Then something hit him in the chest. Satoru sputtered, he looked down to find something resembling a knife sticking out of his chest. The face laughed.
"You're so weak…" Satoru slumped down onto ground and panted. Then a million images swarmed his mind at once, a place he'd never seen before, strewn about with bodies. He saw the same face slashing them down as if they were nothing but… objects. With each murder he grew more gruesome, the murders became bloodier and faster and then there were two left. A man and a woman. They seemed to not notice he was there because they didn't move. Satoru tried to tell them to move. He screamed it so desperately, but even though his mouth would move, no sound would come back. He felt so helpless. Then the red eyed man appeared behind them and sliced them down as if they were nothing. When they had fallen the red eyed man approached him, a knife thing in hand.
Someone shook him awake.
"Satoru, you were screaming! What's the matter?" His mom's face swam into view, blocking out the red eyed man's. She looked alarmed. Satoru was drenched in cold sweat and was panting. He clutched the spot in which he had been struck by a knife thing in the dream. Nothing.
"N-nightmares." He murmured.
A/N: Review it please, I need some motivation, I'm a little low on it!