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Chapter one-
The lonely become either thoughtful or empty
I was hungry. That was the clearest thought I had, I opened my mouth and let out a pitiful whimper and soon enough the giant creature came to me, and placed me in her arms. As it had become our routine she placed something in my mouth and I began to suckle. This time my head had cleared enough to allow me to think on what was going on.
I had woken up several times before hand, but had not been able to come up with a theory on what was going on. I knew, I knew there was something wrong. I did not think it was supposed to be this hard to become focused, I knew that before even the warmth of the cocoon there had been something else. Not clearly, yes but in an abstract way the same way I knew the giant creature that cared for me was female and that she was mine.
"Oh Hoshiko-chan," The giantess said this whenever she spoke to me, I wondered who or what Hoshiko-chan was. I was confused I thought I was dead, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure now, I had a body ; I felt hunger and had a heartbeat something I had not experience while I had been in my cocoon. Every time I whimpered some giant creature whether the female or a male came for me and picked me up, which is where things got weird I knew, I was sure I was not small enough to be carried. My first thoughts were of a half-remembered pain, of shocking clear searing heat. But I remembered my father, a kind man who cared for me. I wondered why he wasn't here, I remembered every other time I had been sick it had been hard to find him away from me. With incredible clarity a terrifying thought stroked me, what if this giant creatures (whatever they were) had done something to him? And with that whatever clarity of thought I had gained escaped me, I opened my mouth and let out a terrified cry my mind fogging up again with fear.
I had woken up a couple of other times after that last moment of clarity but until now; well ability of clear thought had alluded me. One day as I laid there I had a thought, that if I didn't know better I would say I was a child, a baby. But that was ridiculous, I knew I wasn't a child sure at the moments my memories might not have been the clearest but I knew I was older not a full grown adult sure but not a babe. I had tried speaking to the giantess who cared for me but for some reason I could not form the words,my mouth not following the lead of my brain. It had frustrated me and as had become my custom I had burst into frustrated tears.
I was become more and more restless as time wore on. I was lonely without the ability to communicate my thoughts I had no way to entertain myself, and with the permanent fog the clouded my mind I could not think of anything to long as it would tire me out. But piece by piece my mind and vision had become clearer allowing me longer and longer moments of knowledge and visibility. I had a feeling, more of a fear of what was going on. But every time I thought harder, tried to cleat my mind and figure out what was going on it slipped through my mind.
One morning (and yes I now realized wherever I was did indeed have mornings) as I slowly woke up I noticed that hung upon the ceiling above me there was a baby carousel. I let out an amused giggled and became distracted by the funny shapes with the cute soft colors. I had always thought it wa- a baby carousel, with a rising sense of panic I wondered why (wherever i was) was there a baby carousel above me!? And like that all the things I had avoided connecting become crystal clear at that moment, how I had no control over most of my body, my lacking ability to talk and most of all where the hell my family was. I wasn't in the hospital, I wasn't at home and most of all I wasn't dead. With a hysteric edge I realized, I had been reborn.
Hoshiko-chan was crying again. For a Nara, she sure did cry a lot much more than her twin brother did. Yoshino wasn't sure what she could do, her little boy did not cry quite as much as his twin sister did. As she picked up her daughter, her heart broke some as her daughter's cries reached a crescendo when she put her in her arms. She didn't know what to do, with Shikaku out on mission she was reaching a breaking point. Sure Shikamaru was incredibly calm, but there seemed to be nothing she could do to keep her daughter calm. The crying had come as a welcomed change, from her laying there unresponsive for the most part. But now she wasn't even eating, and her little voice had become sore from her constant crying. She didn't know what to do, and as she held her daughter wondering what she could do to help her; tears running down her face.