A/N: I'll try to update sooner, I'm just not very good at keeping up with things.

(In my head, I'm going like shitshitshitshitshitshit it's been over 2 fucking months)

Anyways, I can't believe this fanfic has 5 reviews, 14 favorites, and 32 follows!

I never thought that it would even get one review. Thank you so much.

Another thing: Hisashi will think of people in their first names aside from Tsuyoshi, because that's what he's used to. He will refer to them with their last names when speaking outwards, aside from close friends and family.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. If I did, the anime wouldn't have stopped at the Future Arc. I also don't own Pokémon. If I owned that one, there would be 40 more types.

New Years came and went by. As if the days were ticking by on a fast clock, it was my birthday rather soon.

For my fourth birthday, Takeshi gave me a baseball mitt and I looked at him flatly when he did that. My dad, on the other hand, decided to give me high class sushi. I appreciated that he knew the exact way to get to my heart: my stomach.

When it was my dad's birthday, I decided to do a magic trick. Using a deck of cards that I found in the house, I asked him to pick a card. When he did (It was Ace of Spades), I returned it to the deck. After searching for the body heat on the card, I got it right. I've done that incorrectly far too many times.

After this, he finally decided to enroll me into a daycare. He said it was "to meet new people," but I thought it was ridiculous. He helped me prepare, and we went the next day.

I went to the front steps of the school, and step in. All my senses are immediately assaulted by all the colors of the rainbow. My nose can smell nothing but the horrible slobber of children.

"Y-You can leave now, I'll be fine," I say to Dad.

"Well, have a great day of school!" He smiles like there isn't a care in the world.

"Y-Yeah, sure."

I certainly hope that this day will be good. There's a child in the front, and he looks foreign. He's quiet, and doesn't seem like he'll slobber, so I sit down next to him.

Now that I'm closer, I can actually see his face. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and looks white. I try to make small talk. "Hello, my name's Yamamoto Hisashi."

Nothing. No response, no movement, nothing. I try again.

"Hello, my name's Yamamoto Hisa-"

"I heard you the first time," he replies, in an accented voice.

My eye twitches. It may have been a mistake sitting down here.

"It would've of been nice to know you did the first time." I glare at him.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Kaufmann Zinnie."

Finally, a name! …Isn't Zinnie a flower?

"It's nice to meet you, Kaufmann-san."

He didn't respond for a while, but still said "It's nice to meet you too, Yamamoto-san."

The teacher of the class seemed crazy, or has had too much caffeine. Some examples: "HEY CLASS! HOW'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOL GOING! IS IT FUN? GOOD! LET'S TELL EACH OTHER OUR NAMES AND WHAT WE LIKE TO DO!"

We were each called on, one by one (With some of the toddlers answers being ridiculous), until it got to Zinnie and I.

I said: "Hello! My name's Yamamoto Hisashi, and I-" I faltered for a moment. What did I like to do? Oh wait, I knew. I liked to run. It feels nice, to seem faster then everything for a little bit, however small. "-I like to run."

I could've sworn I heard Zinnie say simpletonunder his breath, but maybe I'm hearing things.

"My name is Kaufmann Zinnie. I like to stay quiet," he says, short and clipped.

A crazy part of me wants wipe tears from my eyes and say "Oh! He said two sentences!" but I don't think he'll appreciate it.

The teacher faltered on his aloof nature, but quickly regained his composure.
"ALL RIGHT! THAT'S INTRESTING! YOU ALL ARE GREAT!"

His voice dropped to a whisper, and I had to strain to hear him, even at the front row but he then said "I hope you all burn and rot in hell, little fuckers."

From Zinnie's slightly alarmed expression, I could tell he heard him too.

Huh. Didn't think he would care about the fact that the teacher hates us all. I hope nothing bad happens to my classmates and me over this school year.

After telling each other about ourselves, we got some crayons and paper to draw with. The teacher then said he was going out to a bathroom break, and we should all behave ourselves. I would've believed it if I hadn't seen a car leaving the school.

I snort. Some teacher he was. Looking down at my crayons, I saw to my dismay that none of them were orange. I got aquamarine, purple, and white. Fucking white. You can't do anything with white!

Not bothering to draw, I decided to pester Zinnie.

"Hey Kaufmann-san?"

Obviously annoyed, he said "What?"

"Why did the teacher drive away?"

He glowers at me. "Why?"

"No, why did our teacher drive away?"

A confused expression comes on to his face, but he looks anyway.

"Yup!" I chirp.

Although he didn't say it, I could tell he had the exact same thought as me.

After returning to his drawing, he said "I'll put up with you only because mother told me to make friends."

Wow. Best friend of the year right here. In order to not get mad, I said "Does this mean we're-" I look around dramatically. "-Friends?"

He shrugged. "I guess."

And that was how I met Kaufmann Zinnie.

But then I realized something. School still had three more hours. Including Zinnie and I, there was 15 toddlers in the room. We had no teacher to tell us what to do. The other kids realized this, and all of them ran off to either the playground or out the door.

Huh. Interesting first day of school.

When my dad came to pick me up from school (I filled the time by checking the teacher's desk), he asked what happened to the other kids. I responded by saying they all already went home, which was true in a way.

"OH!" I suddenly shouted.

"What is it, Hisashi?" My dad asked.

"I need to introduce you to my friend!"

We walk back to the classroom, only to find it empty. I gave a defeated face and he laughed.

"Sorry, Hisashi. Looks like he left already."

When we went home, I could've sworn I felt some eyes trailing after me.

Later that night, I realized something. I had stopped referring to Tsuyoshi as dad, and now as dad. I guess I was starting to accept that fact.

It was going to be Takeshi's birthday soon. Not really knowing what he wanted, I went to the cleverly named Namimori Market and got three packs of baseball cards and asked my dad to buy them for me. That was when I noticed something very interesting. Next to the baseball cards were Pokémon cards.

Now, I had been a huge fan of Pokémon in my last life, so I needed a healthy dose of Pokémon. So when was I born…? February 7th, 1993. I'm four years old, so the year should be 1997. Since it would be Takeshi's birthday soon, it's late April. And Pokémon Red and Pokémon Green were released sometime in 1996 for Japan. Pokémon Yellow would release in 1998 in Japan, and Pokémon Gold and Pokémon Silver released in 1999. Pokémon Crystal follows in 2000. I knew exactly what I had to do. I have to get Pokémon Yellow and somehow convince Zinnie to get Pokémon Red. Another thought occurred. Not all Pokémon could be caught just with Red and Yellow. I needed to convince another person to be my friend and introduce to Zinnie. Then, I would get him to pick Pokémon Green. We'd complete the Pokédex, and I will be the very best! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

…It's probably bad that I can remember more details about release dates than where I live.

I must've been spacing out for a while, because dad was waving his hand in front of me.

"Um… Hisashi? It's time to go."

"Oh sorry, I dozed off."

The next day at school was almost the same. Me trying to pester Zinnie, the teacher muttering obscene things under his breath, said teacher driving off, pestering Zinnie some more (The jerk barely responded), and the kids running off.

Anyways, I finally managed to introduce my dad to Zinnie! It was kind of awkward, because Zinnie looked like he was unused to such treatment by a stranger.

"Oh! It's nice to finally meet you Kaufmann-san. Hisashi has told me all about you," my dad said.

"Um, it's nice to meet you too, Yamamoto-san."

In the background, I mutter "Why can't he be that nice to me?"

Zinnie obviously heard, and shoots a glare.

"Well, you can visit any time to Takesushi!" My dad is either faking his obliviousness, or he's second place for most oblivious person in Namimori (No. 1 is Sawada Nana).

"Okay, thank y-you," Zinnie replies.

Something strange happens. Zinnie face, as if on instinct, molded into a blank mask. Almost as if he couldn't handle the attention anymore.

Huh. That's probably very unhealthy for a-WHAT WAS HIS AGE? I must find out.

"Hey, Zinnie, how old are you?" I blurt out.

He blinks for a moment, but says "Four years old."

"Great! You're the same age as me!" I say brightly.

"So?" he asks?

"It means that we will be in the same grade! So you'll never escape my wrath!" I continue.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Dad interrupts.

He pulls me over to the door. Just before we leave, I yell out "Bye Zinnie! See you tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow's Saturday!" he yells back.

Wait, really? It didn't feel like it.

My dad and I left, and we headed home.

I am screwed. There is no better way to put it. I accidentally stepped in the house with my shoes on, and although my dad is normally very relaxed, when he sets down rules it's in your best interest to follow them. I froze with shock, and my dad was onto me in an instant.

"Hisashi, what have I said about shoes in the house?" My dad asks, already right behind me.

By this point, however, I already ran out the door at my fastest speed, which is pretty fast for my toddler body. It didn't matter. He had already caught up and started to noogie me.

"OW!" I yelled.

He didn't stop. In fact, I'm pretty sure he just started to noogie me harder. Tears were starting to leak out at this point, and I struggled to keep them in.

Trying to fight back, I grabbed his wrists and pushed them far away.

Not even looking at him, I ran away and hid.

I'm lost again. It seems to be a common occurrence for me. At least, this time, I'm in a place I recognized. I read one of the houses name tags.

Sawada.

Hell no. I'm not dealing with this shit again. I keep running forward, and go crazy when I realize that I'm just getting more and more lost. It must be that the roads are shifting and moving every day. Yeah. I bet that's it.

Excuses aside, I really am lost. I don't recognize any of the nameplates.

I sigh. I really have no other choice but to do the shout they told me to do. I thought I was keeping a good record of not getting lost for four days.

"CCCCCCCRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAANNNKKKKKKKEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" I scream.

Almost immediately, something comes dashing around the corner. Instead of my dad, however, it was a dog. A dog that was, quite frankly, three times the height of me.

Tears already starting to pour out of my eyes, I ran screaming. It was futile. The dog jumped onto me, and lunged down to bite. Instinctively, I raised arms into an X shape, and the dog bit down so hard, blood started to flow out of my arms.

I started to scream. I kept screaming, and as blood started to pour out, I could feel myself slowly fade into unconsciousness.

I wake up. At least, I'm pretty sure I woke up. When I open my eyes, I'm surrounded by white and blue. I had watched enough hospital dramas to know what this meant. I was being operated on. For exactly what, I don't know. I'm pretty sure this should've been really painful, but I really didn't feel anything. Maybe some sort of pain killer. It was making me really sleepy, but I didn't want to give into the urge of it.

I wanted to know if Takeshi and my dad would come. Maybe they hadn't even heard that I had gotten hurt yet. I hoped they hadn't. Still thinking these thoughts, I fell back asleep.

I was in my mindscape. There was no other way to explain it. My mindscape, it turned out, was a house. A little house that looked just like a model home, and it felt fake. I knew mindscapes were representations of you, but I had no idea what mine could mean. There was an adult sleeping on a couch. He's me, I realized with a jolt. It was me as an adult, probably meaning who I was before. If this means what I think it does, then there's probably a younger version of me somewhere.

When I opened a door, my breath hitched.

Behind the door there were chains everywhere. Even further beyond that, there was a cell. A cell that had a flame locked up. Almost immediately, my thoughts went to dying will flames, but this one seemed different. After all, I had never seen it in the KHR series before. It looked aquamarine with a tint of violet. My thoughts started to go to the aurora borealis, but I quickly dismissed it. Perhaps it was a representation of me, in a way. I didn't feel trapped, but whatever.

Suddenly, I felt a tugging sensation, and I knew I was going back.

It really hadn't mattered that I had woken up, seeing how I almost fell asleep right after. Before I did though, I could see people were around me. I tried moving my arms. They wouldn't move. I tried again, and they still didn't respond. Just as I was starting to get desperate, my right arm and hand twitched. I tried moving the left one. Nothing. Not one twitch or response that it was a part of me. As my eyelids began to droop, I wondered about whether or not I would survive. A part of me feared death, while another part of me thought that it was nothing new. I should probably go to a psychiatrist, I thought as I fell back asleep.

Tsuyoshi really wanted to hit his head on a wall and cry and scream all at the same time. Just because of his stupid no shoes in the house rule, his son, his precious son, had gotten hurt. After hearing the call from far away and the screaming that followed soon after, he ran to the scene as fast as possible.

He pulled the dog off, picked up Hisashi, and ran to Namimori Hospital as fast as possible.

What those doctors said couldn't be true. It can't happen. The doctors did not say that he would most likely lose his left arm.

It's not happening. It isn't happening. Nothing will happen.

He can tell he's lying to himself. He knows, yet doesn't care.

A/N: I am so, so, sorry for not updating in a long time. I genuinely feel bad for not updating, and I don't have much of an excuse of an excuse other than pure laziness.

On another note, spell check is a terrifying experience when they're all of these words that don't fit well into English. Most of the "mistakes" in this chapter were just names.

It's also really bad that this author's note is longer than the last segment of the chapter, so bye!