Here is the next chapter. Let me know what you think about the characters' personalities. (Standard I-don't-own-this speech still applies)

Sasuke, this part of the letter is for you. I don't blame you for what you did and I also don't blame you for not coming back. Things never did seem to turn out the way you were hoping, did they? You and I have that in common far more than you ever realized. You want to know what I miss the most? I miss the way your eyebrow would twitch every time you tried to hold back laughter or a smile whenever I told one of my stupid jokes or somehow tripped on an invisible rock. Even when it was aimed at mocking me, I still liked seeing it because it was one of the only times you seemed at ease, like you'd forgotten certain things that had happened. Do you remember when Kakashi asked us what our dreams were? You didn't have one then, so I'm going to give you one: be happy. Yeah, it's corny, I know, but if someone didn't tell you, I know for a fact you'd forget it was ever important. As for your ambitions, things with Itachi may not have gone as planned, but you don't have to worry about that other one. He's safe and taken care of for life. I only wish I could be there for more of it. And just as I was going to be named Hokage, too...

Minato stepped into the hospital room, sliding past the two ANBU guards at the door without hesitation. They knew him well enough not to bother asking him his business. Besides, that kid...despite the fact that he had randomly appeared in such a condition, there was also the issue of his identity. If it weren't for his age, the hospital staff and guards would all have thought the Yellow Flash had a twin he'd never told anyone about. They'd love to ask the younger blonde some questions themselves, if they could.

However, with the damage to his throat, it'd be awhile before he could talk again. Still, the two ANBU would have first dibs at any juicy gossip once the kid did start talking.

The top-ranked Jonin stood by the bed, staring at the teenager in front of him. He couldn't be more than 13 or 14 years old at the most and it seemed that people already wanted to hunt him down. That right there was cause for concern.

It didn't mean he was a shinobi, however. He could just be a politician's son, or maybe royalty that someone wanted out of the way. (Although, his obscene amounts of chakra made that unlikely.) Minato was there to find out for sure.

AND WHY THE HECK DID HE LOOK JUST LIKE HIM?? It was making him nervous just looking at the boy. Seriously, who was this kid?

Well, according to the doctors, he should be waking up pretty soon, so...he pulled out a notebook and a pencil from his weapons pouch and started to doodle. After about ten minutes of that, he noticed the stranger stirring and watched as brilliant blue eyes met his own.

After a moment of confusion, the boy's face scrunched up in pain and he grabbed his head. Then, he looked back at the ninja before him and tried to speak. He panicked when he found that impossible.

"Relax," Minato said in as calming a voice as he could. "Your throat was injured pretty badly and it's a miracle you survived. You won't be speaking for awhile and will probably have a bit of a scar, but other than that, you should make a full recovery." The youth looked relieved but still confused. "You know, I'd be very interested in knowing how exactly you got that injury. Care to explain?" he asked, handing the other blonde his pencil and his notebook after flipping it to a clean page.

The teen just stared at it for a moment before grabbing his head again, this time with both hands. Strange, Minato thought. He shouldn't be having migraines. He watched as the kid with the strange marks on his cheeks just shook his head after a moment and then jotted something down on the paper and handed it back to its original owner.

The two sentences made the Jonin look at him in surprise before he called a nurse in.

"It's alright. Don't worry; we'll have this figured out eventually. In the meantime, you just try and get some rest. It's possible that it's just leftover stress from whatever happened to you, so it'll probably go away in a few days. Ok?" The stranger nodded, but the worry and fear never left his face. Maybe he sensed the slight fibbing on Minato's part. The nurse came in then and he figured it was time to leave and give his report. Wonderful.

This was not good. The Third would be very unhappy to hear about this...although, he suspected Obito would be thrilled as it deepened the mystery. But he had to feel just a little bit sorry for the injured boy. Things were about to get very hard on him.

"I can't remember anything! Who am I?"

Just for that alone, Goldie (he already had a nickname) would be subject to interrogation. Too many spies had claimed the same thing, and although Minato was pretty sure he was telling the truth, it made no difference. They had no choice.

Hey, Sai, this next bit is for you. Now, I know you've been showing emotions a lot more lately and all, but I have to insist that you DO NOT start sobbing out loud at my funeral. Got it? I want it to be fun, not miserable, if at all possible. Just don't make any of your little comments about my...personal assets, if you don't mind. Besides, it's completely not true! Just ask my wife, if you don't believe me. Haha, maybe not. I guess it wouldn't be very appropriate, huh? Anyway, would you do me a favor? Well, actually, would you do me two favors? Keep an eye on my family and try to hold the team together. I don't want you all missing me and getting upset every time you think of or talk about me, so I'm making it a rule right now that you have to laugh at 80% of the time you guys talk about me. Which means talking about the good times, not the bad. I don't want my death to be either the last thing or the first thing you all remember about me, ok? And if Kakashi keeps standing at that **** memorial all the time, smack him for me. The last thing Team Seven needs is one more emo around...

Flowers, flowers, and more flowers. Every type, every cut, every variety....in every...single....room. He was a man, for crying out loud! Men don't want their houses decorated in daisies and-and roses! (And tulips, orchids, chrysanthemums....) It was getting ridiculous, Inoichi thought as he walked into his living room. His girlfriend and he had had a little...tiff lately. Nothing serious. Just a wee bit of an argument. About his dislike of flowers. And all things frilly. With that thought, he figured it'd be a good idea to check out his bedroom, too.

Ah, it was both satisfying and infuriating to find out his suspicions were correct. Satisfying because it meant his skills were improving (Aimi was ridiculously unpredictable and therefore volatile), and infuriating because now his sheets had flower prints and were distinctly frilly and, he choked as he saw this, lined with more than enough lace to make anyone who saw it start wondering about his...identity.

Oh, but that wasn't all. Oh, no. Apparently, she'd found the white jacket that had quickly become his favorite to wear and had dyed it. Now it was a pale pink, about the same shade as those tiny roses Aimi was fond of. (Teacup roses, perhaps?) He cursed long and hard when he saw that.

And there was nothing he could do about any of it. Well, not unless he wanted to be laughed out of town when word got around about his lapse in house security and, um, other matters. His two former teammates had no mercy. In fact, if he had to guess, Shikaku had probably helped her set it all up, the traitor! His traps weren't anything to sneeze at and he could think of only one person capable of getting through them so easily.

Now that he'd figured all that out, how the heck was he supposed to get all this stuff out of his house without the whole town seeing?

He was spared from having to answer his own question when a voice spoke from the window (which, he just realized, had been open the whole time, making him curse again). "Yamanaka-san, the Hokage requests your presence immediately." Then, the ANBU turned around as if to leave, paused, looked back into the room, and choked back a laugh as he ran off to let the rest of his squad know what he'd just discovered.

Aimi was going to pay dearly.

He'd made it to the Hokage's office ten minutes later, still swearing in his head and planning retribution. The secretary let him in immediately, where he saw Minato Namikaze and a doctor he didn't recognize.

"Good afternoon, Hokage-sama. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Sarutobi sighed and said, "I'm afraid so. It seems a boy was found in Minato's team's training grounds; he was badly injured and could not be identified. When he awoke a few hours ago, he implied that he had a case of amnesia."

Oh. That kind of assignment. Inoichi had to say that out of all the ways of interrogation in existence, his least favorite was invading another person's mind. It was like a less physical version of rape and was only used in certain circumstances, this being one of them.

"I see," he replied. "I'll go and see him at once, if you like."

Their village leader nodded, clearly not any happier at the prospect than Inoichi was. "Yes, you and Minato go see what you can find out and report back to me immediately."

The two then bowed, left, and headed to the hospital where he met...Minato's twin?? He glanced at his friend for a moment before shaking his head and walking towards the obviously frightened kid. The boy's eyes darted from him to Minato and back as if to ask, "Who the heck are you?"

"Just relax," his older version said, "we need to see who you are as soon as possible, and Inoichi is here to help you with that." Then Goldie looked at the interrogation specialist and nodded. Great. Now the kid was going to feel not only violated but betrayed once he figured out exactly what this "help" consisted of. If he were guilty of something, that wouldn't be a problem. But if he hadn't done anything wrong, well...oops.

Inoichi moved next to the boy, put his hands on his forehead, and entered the teen's mind. What he saw shocked him and he backed out quickly.

"Hey, Inoichi, what's wrong?" Minato asked, worried. But he ignored the other Jonin and hurried back to the Hokage to report.

His hand was shaking the whole way, though. It wasn't because of what he'd seen; it was because of what he'd felt. That was the special aspect of that jutsu. Whatever images he saw, he experienced the emotions along with them, although not nearly as strongly. Howver, this person, this child, had tried to kill himself, and those feelings leading up to it were almost over powering Inoichi to the point that he was tempted to follow suit.

Having a spy show up in the village was no big deal. Having a mentally unbalanced spy was also somewhat common. But having a spy that had emotions running so strongly that he couldn't be safely interrogated? That was rare. And what's more is he had no doubts of Goldie's amnesia.

He kind of wished he had it, too.

Hey, Kakashi-sensei! You know something? I think that, out of all the members of Team Seven, I'll miss you most. Why? Well, for starters, you're living proof that stuck-up jerks have hope of recovery. And for another, you taught me the value of never leaving a person behind. Protect those you care about. The team is more important than the mission. Don't let people with masks intimidate you. Eat your vegetables. Wash behind your ears. You taught me all of those things and I thank you. Wherever I go, whether it be heaven or, um, not heaven, I'll remember your kindness towards me. You were my mentor and the first Jonin that I ever respected, and you were one of the only ones besides Neji (more or less), and the other teams' leaders. By the way, the Pervy-Sage is NOT on that short list. I'm sure you can guess why. Anyway, like I told Sai, don't you dare spend all your days mourning me and thinking about all the ways you could have done better, blah blah blah. Not one bit of it is your fault, so if you dare to even think of spending all your free time at that stone crying over me, I will haunt you. And I will steal your mask, too. So don't you dare. The others are going to need you too much for you to just lose yourself in sadness. I did what I had to do. Now, you do what you have to do...

Sarutobi just stared at his top interrogations specialist. "Say that again, please."

"The subject was in that condition because he attempted to take his own life. I didn't see much in the way of images, but the emotions were so overwhelming that I didn't dare to stay any longer. I can't say what led up to it, but I can say that he was absolutely certain that he was doing the right thing. There were no signs of extreme depression or anger but rather a sadness and such a grim determination that I nearly chose to slit my own throat on the spot." To say that the Third was shocked was an understatement. Such a thing was supposed to be impossible. People going through that particular type of interrogation could not simply overwhelm their interrogators with emotions. Sure, they could make them aware of the feelings, but to do this? It should not have been even remotely feasible.

And yet it was. The Hokage closed his eyes in frustration. So, a possibly dangerous, suicidal spy had a natural and blatantly powerful resistance to the mind-probe. This day was just getting better and better. The next phrase he uttered had so many "blankety-blanks" in it that one of his ANBU guards came in to make sure he wasn't accidentally murdering his guest in anger.

He wasn't. Mr. ANBU left the Third to his dirty language.

"Hokage," the Yamanaka began, "I realize how dangerous it is to have a possible spy be that dedicated and in that state of mind showing up here. He might decide to blow himself and the shopping district up. However," Sarutobi's eyebrows rose as his Jonin continued, "I have no doubts that he truly does have amnesia. If he got his memories back, he could be dangerous, but as he is right now, he's about as harmless as a kitten. And the fact is that, until he does get some memories back and we can question him to make sure he truly is a spy, killing him right now would be nothing less than murder."

"I know, I know. What do you suggest, since, sadly enough, you know more about this kid than anyone else at the moment? He definitely needs to be under constant surveillance with someone powerful enough to keep him in check if he gets out of hand. What do you think?"

"Why not put him with Minato's team? They'll be able to keep an eye on him better than anyone else right now, especially since they do have some time off. Plus, they found him and Obito's going to stick to him like glue till he's got Goldie-locks all figured out." Inoichi paused to chuckle. "Couldn't keep that one away even if we tried. And he's already familiar with him and Rin, not to mention Minato, whom he trusted enough to let me use my jutsu without putting up a fight. They'll be able to get a good idea of what kind of person he is and what kind of shinobi, as well."

"If he even is one," the Hokage put in.

"Oh, he definitely is,' the interrogator stated. "One of the nurses was a Hyuuga and looked him over. Apparently, his chakra coils are extremely well-developed, and not just for his age, either. There were a couple of other indications, as well, but that's the biggest."

Oh, what Sarutobi wouldn't do for a headache-free day. Just one. Was that really too much to ask? "This had better not come back to bite us." Inoichi gulped. "Alright, it will be just as you suggested with one more stipulation. He must have sessions with you every other day." He saw his subordinate grimace and start to speak, holding up a hand before he could do so. "You won't use that jutsu on him. I just want to keep an eye on his mental health as much as possible. Now, go ahead and give the message to Minato and leave me in peace to deal with this mess. The council is already throwing a fit at just letting him live."

Inoichi nodded and left hurriedly as the Third grabbed his pipe while trying to think of which countries would dare to send such an obvious spy right to their doorsteps. The list wasn't exactly short. However, out of those nations, which ones had the ability to make him pop up like that? He didn't know of any. And what's more, whoever heard of a spy who'd tried to kill himself before completing his mission. And nude, too. Can't forget that. He wasn't aware of anyone, sane or otherwise, that would send a shinobi behind enemy lines with severe injuries and with absolutely nothing to defend himself with.

There was a ton of motive, no means that he was aware of, but one big, blonde-haired, blue-eyed opportunity. Things weren't adding up and he didn't like it.

Obito was practically buzzing with excitement. "HE LOST HIS MEMORY?!!?" he practically screamed at his poor teacher. "THAT'S THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER I HAVE TO TALK TO HIM FIND OUT WHO HE IS HOW HE GOT HERE WHERE HE'S FROM WHAT HAPPENED WHO--" Minato-sensei clamped a hand over the youth's mouth to stop the noise. He knew couldn't stand listening to him when he got going like that.

"You know, I seriously doubt Goldie's as happy about this as you are, Obito."

Oh. Right. Thanks a lot, Sensei. Ruin all my fun with logic and reasoning, why don't you. Wait a minute... "'Goldie'? Did you just call him 'Goldie'?" His teacher wanted to slap himself. Obito didn't even have to ask; he could tell by the look on Minato-sensei's face. Priceless! Just think of all the jokes he could come up with!

...And then reality hit again with the help of the brick known as "Teacher."

"That's the nickname all the nurses were calling him and it just stuck. Now, he's going to be a member of our team for awhile so that we can keep an eye on him. In the meantime, you are not to antagonize, infuriate, or otherwise provoke him. Is that understood?" Oh, boy, he was using the old "teacher glare." Obito didn't know anyone strong enough to fend that one off, except maybe Kakashi, but he was basically an ice-block, anyway. He wouldn't know a feeling if it bit him in the butt.

And Obito wasn't the Ice Cube. Darn. So much for fun. "Alright. I'll try not to." He made sure that his voice sounded dejected enough to warrant a free bowl of ramen. Minato-sensei was predictable like that.

"Good, because, if you do, you'll be joining a Yamanaka for a little one-on-one conference." Then he left. Without offering him ramen.

...So much for predictable. Goldie...he already didn't like him just for that. But he'd have to be subtle about it. Can't have the Elder Blondie mad at me. He shivered at the thought. There was a reason for the "Flee on sight" command for his sensei. Certain buttons should never be pushed. Others, though...well, he'd just have to wait and see.

The black-haired boy cackled in a mock-evil manner as he walked back to his apartment, rubbing his hands and plotting the whole way.

I can only speak for myself when I say this, but seriously, I love Obito's mind and the way it works. What do you think?

And that was Ch. 3, completed the same day as Chapters 1 and 2. Is this story worth continuing or not?