Hey guys, this chapter is going to skim Yamamoto's first year as a baby. Sorry if you wanted more details, but I can't write toddlers...

Chapter 2: Baby Years

I got to say it, being a baby being stuck in a hospital really stinks at first. I mean sure you get waited on hand and foot, but you can't control your bowls, can't burb on your own, and you have no where to go! I do have to say though, when I felt the warmth of my parents hold me, was no where I would rather be.

My parents took me 'home', which looked really cozy and was apparently apart of a sushi store, but all it did was remind me of my old home. It took me a second to process that, and caused me to genuinely cry; and I mean out of actual sadness not because of me not fully controlling this body. This caused my parents to panic, my mother with her long black hair and glasses looked so scared after seeing I didn't need anything, and my father just didn't know what to do. The entire situation actually caused me to stop crying and start laughing.

I was taken to a small room that was blue on every wall, on them where pictures of baseballs and a proud looking samurai cartoon character holding a thumbs up. They put me in the crib and started rocking me as they started suggesting what I should be named. I couldn't keep track of all the names, but I remember one of them suggest "Takeshi", which caused me to laugh. It's almost like I was reborn as Yamamoto from my favorite manga.

This seemed to have caught my parents attention because they stopped what they were doing and looked at gushed over how cute my laugh was, and talked about how they'll name me it since I liked the name so much.

(Time Skip)

After a few months of crawling and only being able to see what was on the ground, I was finally able to stand and walk! Of course, I could only take a few steps, and it shock my parents to the point that they froze. They continually gushed at how I was ahead of the curve by a month. That night, they threw me feast and had a discount on all meals they served that day.

I was happy that I was being praised, but what I truly wanted was to walk normally. So the day after, because it was bed time right after dinner, the second I woke up I tried walking. I didn't know how long I was trying for, but during one of my breaks my father had picked me up and settled me against his belly.

I still can't speak at this time, so I give him a look of intrigue. When he saw my face he gave a hearty chuckle, and told me in a low whisper, "Takeshi, no matter, when you find something or even someone, that you love, keep at it. What ever you do, do not let anything keep you from it." He gave me a grin that honestly felt warming, and empowering. I didn't know what else to do, so I gave a nod.

He chuckled some more as he set me down while shaking his head. I don't know why, he was shaking his head, but I know that his words have stayed by me since then. The situation was slightly ruined however when my mother came in with a diagram of how to walk correctly, and how it worked.

(Time Skip)

*As it turns out, children can make there families a lot more money if they help out. I'm now able to walk normally and just learned how to speak simple words. When I first spoke, it caused my mother, who is as beautiful as she is kind, to rush me out to the store to where father was and told me, "Do what you just did for mommy!"

Which for anyone who hasn't been picked up by a giant woman, sprinting at full speed, and then basically yell at you, (don't worry I've heard it's not that common actually) it tends to make one hesitant. However I understood how she feels, so I squeaked out a, "Mama." This, for whatever reason, caused the entire store to erupt into celebratory cheers. Everyone started congratulating both me and my parents, buying more food and drink as they cheered. There was still one problem, although I can now speak in simple Japanese, I can't read it.

The problem seemed to have struck my parents as well, because of one night after they put me to bed I could hear them talk about if I should be put in a daycare. Considering the fact that my parents worked at home, I never actually needed to go, but neither of them where great when it came down teaching babies. My mother liked to explain everything too absurdity, the diagram had some notes that were of notes that were explaining a word that was on a note, and my father teaches by showing you how to do something normally, which would usually be great, but I was a baby.

So it wasn't that shocking when I woke up one morning by my parents saying that I'm going to a place where I'll make a lot of friends. When we arrived at the daycare, I glanced over my shoulder and saw a familiar face and my father go, "Ah, Sawada-san, how have you been?"

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*By this time Yamamoto is now one. I would write about the day, but his birthday would be incredibly short and not serve any real purpose, so I opted to just leave it out.

This will now be put on ice so I can re-amp another story guys, sorry. This WILL be the first story I will return to once I catch everything up though!

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