How Am I SUPPOSED To Survive In Naruto As An Handicapped Child!? (Naruto OC/SI)

[Pergostra]

Pain is my world





Pure blinding pain



Nothing but pain, pain, pain, pain, I hate pain, but it's the only thing I can feel, the only thing I can do, the only thing that is mine



That's all that consist of me. That's all. I am pain, pain, and more pain, make it stop, do something, anything, why does it hurt so much?



Do you know what's worse?



It's that I don't know what's happening, I don't know what's causing this pain.



You thought I knew? You really thought I knew? Hah, you're a funny man.



This would be WAAAAY easier if I knew what caused this suffering, I would prefer it if I could see one of my limb cut off, a gigantic hole in my torso, my legs grinded into a pulp or something, any confirmation of my state, anything.



But I don't.



I don't see anything.



I just feel the pain.





It's been a week of this.



And I can't see anything. I can't, my blurry vision stops me, I can't see anything.



I have my own theories about where I could be of course.



I mean, I said that my existence itself was pain. But it's not really true, not fully at least, my existence is one of a normal man, Jeremy.



That's my name. The one I heard nobody use for a week.



That's my name, but the longer I suffer, feeling this cold spreading through my body, starting from the heart folding on itself as if I was constantly in a cardiac arrest, and spreading to every inch of my body, the more I forget it.



Not fully though.



I still remember, I'm Jeremy, 21 years old, in college, working for my degree.



And apparently now a dying man.



That's what I think I'm at least, I think I'm in a hospital. Maybe? I'm not sure to be honest, if I were in a hospital, shouldn't they shove something in my veins to shut me up, to make the pain less...EVERYTHING, LESS EVERYTHING, LESS EVERYTHING, MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING ELSE BUT THE FEELING OF ANTS CRAWLING IN MY BRAIN!?



SHOULDN'T THEY!? BECAUSE THEY DON'T! THEY FUCKING DON'T!



No matter how much I scream, they don't, no matter how much I'm crying. Shameful, I know, but I don't care.



No, I CAN'T afford to care, I far since passed the stage of shame.



This constant amount of suffering would attack your sense of shame too. Believe me.



I'm not unique. I'm normal, perfectly normal, and like any normal person, this amount of pain, the feeling of pure magma running through my veins constantly and my pleas for a stop, for a bullet in my FUCKING head to make it stop, being ignored, would put anyone in my state.



That's something I fully believe in.



How could anyone else react? It's overwhelming, it consumes every second of my time, so much that I've not been able to do anything but suffer.



Genuinely.



I'm not joking. My entire life has transformed into being unable to do anything but suffer.



I've not been able to do anything but suffer in silence -well, silence is a lie, I scream, it just lands on deaf ears- there's no distraction, I can't move my body. And even when I try my best to squirm around, my body doesn't even respond.



As if I was entirely covered in lead.



As if my veins were filled with them, I feel like I weight two tons.



But clearly, I'M NOT! Because I was moved.



Just like I'm being moved again. I can't see it, of course I can't with my pathetic eyes, blurry and weak, unable to do anything but suffer. Yes, my eyes burn too, everything burns.



So you'll excuse me when I tell you that no matter how much I try, I can't see what's moving me



I really hope it's the hospital staff.



But the more I think about it? The more my theories about this being a hospital fall short.



Don't blame me for my reasoning, for my dumb theories. This amount of thinking is more than I ever did since this week of pain started.



Just like my limbs feel like lead, my mind does too.



I feel dumb.



I do believe it's an effect of the pain.



Pain that makes me cry every day, I cry, every, fucking, second, under this unending torture.



Even if the hospital manages to save me, I doubt I'll ever recover from this trauma.



What's worse though is, as I said before. I'm pretty sure I'm not in an hospital.



Why would they move me like that? As if their entire body enveloped me, why would they surround me in giant clothes and drag me around as if I was weightless?



Why wouldn't they calm my sorrow and pain!?



Just a single anaesthetic, that's all I'm asking for!



But they don't give it to me. No, instead they drag me around, smother me under gigantic heavy machinery that makes my weak movements even more limited.



No matter how soft those machines feel, they're horrible, I always feel like the pain gets worse whenever I'm in one, whenever they restrain me.



The less I move. The more I suffer.



And that's why they're restraining me. I'm sure of it, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.



Why would it be anything else but this?



They want me to suffer. Why?



...because I'm not in a hospital.



This kind of realization, in my personal blurry bubble of void and suffering would usually make me feel dread.



But it doesn't. I've lived through worse during this week



The only thing it does is make me accept my fate faster.



I've been kidnapped. I'm being tortured.



It makes sense. It makes so much sense, WHO WOULD PUT ANYONE, ANYONE, THROUGH THIS KIND OF PAIN!?



Who would let someone have no dignity! Torture them so much that they don't have any control over their bowels, forcing them to shit and piss themselves everyday before forcefeeding them to humiliate them even more!? Who would shove food in their mouth if the end result is just for them to live through their suffering even longer!?



Who but sick fucks would do that?



Who would kidnap a completly normal man, rip him away from his family, his hope, his studies, his entire life, just to torture him 24/7!?



Barely give him the time to sleep because of the PAIN the pain that forces me to wake up every night, breaking the small amount of rest I manage to get!



Who would EXACERBATE this pain whenever I fucking wake up in the middle of the night, my cries echoing to show my pain, who would smother me and keep me restrained just to limit my movements!? Who would stop me from feeling the slightest bit of release and relaxation from this hell!?



Who would do it but the sickest fuck!?



Who would!? Tell me! Tell me! Why are you doing that to me!? Why!?



I scream, my cries, my ENTIRE soul goes through my throat, ripping my vocal cords apart to scream to the heaven, to tell them about all the pain I have in my heart! Even if I would like to curse them, I cannot.



Hah.



I can't even talk.



Maybe it's the end, maybe that's my fate.



Maybe I'll finish the rest of my life as a dead man, forever lost to my family, maybe they'll think I died in an accident.



While I'm here. Tortured for the rest of my days.



Yes. Tortured, BECAUSE WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE!?



Constant suffering, the inability to even move, the inability to see, to talk, weak limbs...smothered? By heavy machinery? Soft machinery? Like blankets...? And...crying a lot?



I try to open my eyes again. Those painful blurry things again. Just as I feel myself being restrained again, my self identity and control removed from me by...the hands of a giant.



I blink. The blurry form clearer than yesterday.



Wait have I just been reincarnated?

 

[Pergostra]

So I've been reincarnated, and it's not a maaaaybe I've been reincarnated or something.



I...can see it now.



My eyes are slowly starting to form, and the blurriness that practically made me blind some days ago is slowly receding, giving me a good look at the face of this weird woman -my new mother- force feeding me milk.



Which is, quite a weird experience I'll admit it.



Even then though....



Yeah! just been reincarnated! I'm not in some kind of crazy psychopath lair where he's having fun torturing me for the rest of my life! Youpie!



....okay, now that I think about it, maybe I was exaggerating a bit.



I mean. Heavy machinery? This shit was clearly blankets, I don't even know what 'heavy machinery' could even mean! What kind of machine restrain people while being soft?



Also, losing the control of my guts was a big hint too. One I completly dismissed in favor for thinking that it was a form of torture, a humiliation ritual or some shit.



And that's not even all, there was a looooot of hints I've just completly ignored.



For example, there's my vision.



The one I'm using right now, while being cradled, not restrained, by this...woman.



It's still blurry, but I can definetly see her. She's pretty close to me for the...feeding process.



Damn I feel weird.



In any case, this blurry vision of mine was a pretty obvious hint too. Babies can't see after all, or barely see, I think.



I'm not a baby expert.



But why would a torturer not just hide my view completly? Put a blindfold on me or something instead of...blurring my vision.



Who would do that? Is there even a chemical that can blur people vision for a week straight?



Dunno.



But that was a good tell I completly ignored. Now that I'm growing up and my vision advanced enough to see her though, I can't really ignore it.



Just like I can't ignore her face. Pretty chubby, with long blond hair that end at the bottom of her shoulders.



I'm sure that if I stretch hard enough I could grab them with those grubby fingers of mine.



Another hint I just compeltly ignored



My grubby fingers. Or, more generally, my weakness.



Of course I feel like I weight two tons! I'm just...a weak baby, that's why I can't move anything.



Makes sense now that I look at this with this lens.



Also, talking about the whole weight, weakness and everything.



My brain. I feel dumb.



I did said that didn't I?



Well... Guess why I feel dumb?



Congratulation! You figured out, BECAUSE MY FUCKING BRAIN IS STILL FORMING!



That's why I won't take any responsibility for thinking I was in hell, it's not my fault, I'm a BABY now okay? I have the right to think dumb things.



Two decades of previous life or not.



...still feel dumb though.



And not because I'm a baby, but because I didn't figure out the obvious.



Well, I guess it's not really really my fault that I didn't had the time to figure all of that yet.



It's not like I've been alive for long.



It's genuinely so weird to consider myself as a baby again.



Whatever.



As I was saying, it's not like I've been awake for long. After all, from what I figured out, I must be....2 weeks old.



I think.



I'm not too sure because of the whole sleeping constantly stuff. And not seeing anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm two weeks old at best.



I would love to hear a confirmation of my theory, maybe my parents already said my age out loud one day?



Maybe they did.



But unfortunately for me, I don't understand shit about what they're saying



"Ays-#-#"



What the fuck did she just said?



I squint at my....mother -I'll never get used to it- as she talks, one hand on the...feeding tool, and her other arm cradling me close.



Before talking, she was looking at me while doing this...process.



Right now though? She's looking above me, at something I can't see.



Without fault of trying.



I try to tilt my head back, twist around, wriggle around, and do my best to stop myself from crying at being man handled by a woman I could have probably lifted and thrown around in my past life.



I don't manage.



The biggest crocodile tears I've ever let out comes out of my eyes, making my blurry vision even more blurry as I fucking choke and cry at the same time



I SWEAR I TRIED TO STOP MYSELF!



The woman starts moving me around. Because that's what she always do, that's what they were doing, I wasn't moved by hospital staff or whatever I thought was happening.



No. I was just being lulled to sleep.



Apparently not understanding my distress. She pulls the...feeding tool...away in her shirt again while saying 'this' to someone I STILL can't see "Ko-#$ yam#@$#"



No idea what that means.



Again.



But it sounds asiatic as fuck. Am I Japanese now? Korean? Chinese? I have no idea and I feel racist now.



Footsteps stop my thoughts, and I can feel another pair of hands envlopping me, EVEN STRONGER THAN THE ONES OF THE GIANT WOMAN, I CRY HARDER!



Oh right, right, no torture, calm, calm, that's just my new father.



I cry even harder.



LOOK I CAN'T HELP MYSELF! IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT ALRIGHT!? I'M GENUINELY TRYING TO STOP CRYING BUT I CAN'T!



I hate being a baby.



My father. I think he is? He is right?



No idea, in any case, I'll assume he is. My father picks me up from the horrible grip of my mother, to instead put me in his own horrible grip.



Even worse because he's stronger. I can wriggle EVEN less.



To show my suffering I cry harder.



He answers me by getting closer to my face with his fucking annoying beard that scratches me, and the fucker mumbles something as if he were talking to a baby.



I'M NOT A BABY!



Apocalyptic level of crying.



He fucking poke my cheek!



HEY HEY! LET MY CHEEK GO YOU PIECE OF SHIT!



I cry harder and my mother saves me from this monster. Yeah, that's it, glare at him, he deserves it.



You're lucky I'm not strong enough to pull my tongue at you or I would!



From what I see. In my blurry world. My father answered my mother glare with a laugh.



Tsk.



Not even an apology to accept.



Not like I would accept this monster apology.



BANISH HIM FROM HOME MOTHER!



She doesn't.



Instead she talks with him while moving me around, probably trying to make me fall asleep.



Something that doesn't work at all.



But at least she's trying?



Ah...



This shit is boring.



Will my life for the next year be like that?



Are you for real here?



Damn....



That's really boring



Well I guess I can think to make the time pass faster?



I can think about how dumb I was to believe I was kidnapped and being tortured by a psycho.



No, really, that's kind of funny, I mean. What made me believe I was being tortured?



It's obvious I was reincarnated.



There's everything I should have expected, there's the crying, the moving around, the bowel problems, the language barrier, the blurry eyes, the weak limbs, the dumb brain.



There's everything really.



Should have figured that out earlier.



Maybe I would have if I didn't have a baby brain.



....My mother, above me, frowns slightly while trying to lulling me to sleep.



Seeing that, like all the other days. I don't fall asleep and cry instead.



Yes.



Maybe I would have figured it out.



....I have all the traits of being a baby.



So I'm a baby.



I have everything.



Question:



Since when did babies started to live in constant agony?



She tries to calm me down by keeping me closer, she even takes out her breast one more time, maybe thinking I'm still hungry.



But no matter what she tries.



I don't stop crying.



Why does it hurt so much?

 

[Pergostra]

Okay, what would you do if you were reincarnated as a baby?

What would you do? Really, answer my question.

What? You would train?

Okay okay, good point, trying to get an early start in life? Smart, smart, I'll keep that in mind.

Okay, what else would you do?

You'll try to get information about your life? Your surroundings? Where you've been reincarnated?

Super smart, good call here. I'll keep it in mind too.

What else?

You would think?

What do you mean by that?

Ohhhh, you would make a plan for the future with the information you gathered to get the best early start as possible!

For example if you were reincarnated in avatar, you'll try to firebend or whatever as soon as possible, or if you were in baki as an hanma, you'll start training as young as possible, only physically, or maybe you'd try to imagine a giant praying mantis.

Got it.

So that's what you'd do.

And that's what I was planning to do.

...

However, there's been a slight....problem

I stare at the ceiling, ceiling I can barely see with my blurry eyes. My vision has improved for sure, still less than an adult though.

I turn my head. Slightly. Left and right, observing my crib.

It's a weird little thing. It has weird drawings and shapes I don't recognize on it.

It's placed beside the bed of my parents, nobody is in the room yet. Well, they were, but then they woke up and left, not fully of course, the bedroom door is still wide open, and even if I can't see her.

I can her my mother moving around and humming something.

So...that's my boring life.

My boring life with a problem.

A problem my parents and I can feel thoroughly

Them because they hear me cry. Constantly. Even more than a normal baby would cry.

And me because...

Well, how about I just show you why huh?

Okay! Let's start with training!

I'm currently three weeks old. I think.

In any case, I'll show you my working routine!

I push my grubby little hands high above my face, I look like a dumb baby trying to grab something in front of me.

I clench my hands as hard as I can, pushing through the pain.

A weird sound escapes my nose, a mix of exertion, sobbing, and laughter, all with the voice of a baby.

When I can't hold this anymore, I let my arms go down and wince, almost crying again because of the pain I feel.

Okay arms are done! I'm too tired to continue!

I push my legs beneath me, and like everyday. And every hours. I try to get up.

In the end the best I manage is slamming my feet on the crib bed and doing bicycle kicks, the ultimate fighting technique for younger brothers.

And I'm dead tired.

I drop down, dead and limp, and almost cry again but manages to restrain myself at the pain that assaults my limbs.

Yeah, the pain.

Do you see the problem here?

Before I realized I was reincarnated, I thought I was being tortured. And not because I have a dumb baby brain, well, because I have a dumb baby brain, but also because I was feeling constant and agonizing pain.

And it didn't stop.

I still feel it.

I still cry every second of the fucking day, so much that I'm worried about my throat, may injure my vocal cords forever.

I still feel it, the pain.

The only reprieve I get from the pain. Is when I manage to move, I don't know why, but moving around helps me.

Problem is....

You just saw my whole training program, my whole circuit of hell and death, pure training that'll make me into a BEAST!

My whole DEADLY training that takes me....two minutes to finish. I get tired real quick.

Like real fucking quick.

I can't even crawl for fuck sake.

How am I supposed to do pushups?

Okay, okay, in any case, if I can't train for long. It doesn't matter right? I can just start thinking and planning for the future right?

You think? You really think I can?

Okay...I'll show you what happens when I try to think then.

I relax fully on my crib, stopping my small movements, the worm wriggling as I call it.

I basically wriggle like a little shit in my crib. Constantly.

Helps with the pain.

In any case, I relax fully and try to think about my workout program.

About what I could do to improve as fast as possible, if I should develop skills like meditation or anything and...I clench my gums.

Yes, my gums, because I don't have teeth. I clench them as hard as I can as rising sobs start to claw their way out of my throat, trying to escape and make me cry.

Cry as if I were a baby feeling their body being torn apart in real time.

Which is pretty much what I'm feeling right now.

I close my eyes, tears sliding down my cheeks, sobs comes, sobs that I muffle as best as I can.

The fear of being picked up and restrained again helps.

Yes. I know those parents of mine are just worried, that they're trying to reassure me or something.

But being picked up feels worse than being in my crib.

The second they pick me up and cradle me, I can't move as much as usual, I can't do my worm wriggle, and just like I'm showing right now.

Less movement. More suffering.

So I do my best to shut up even when I want to bawl my eyes out.

I don't know if that's because I'm a baby and my pain resistance is small, but the pain is genuinely horrendous, it's fucking horrible.

I'm not saying this as a joke.

It spreads everywhere, I can feel my arms buzzing in pain, as if my veins were exploding. I can feel the same in my legs, in my torso, in my organs.

Did you ever felt your liver pulsing with pure pain as if you drank magma?

No?

Because that's what I'm feeling.

I'm feeling everything, I can feel my guts too, my intestines, the horrible pulse of sharp pain flowing through it as if I had appendicitis but in EVERY part of me.

My throat feels the same, my eyes, my ears, the root of my hair.

Everything.

Fucking everything feels horrible.

I crack and start wriggling in my bed again like a worm.

Quickly enough, the pain subsides, going from "OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M GONNA CRY PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" to "FUUUUUUCK THIS HURT THISHUUUUUURT"

Which is a net improvement.

So, do you see the problem with thinking?

Do you see? Do you see that I'm a dumb fucking baby, and doing two things at the same time, in this case thinking and doing my worm wriggling is hard as fuck?

Do you see that I constantly need to focus on wriggling because this shit isn't an habit yet!? Because I wasn't born for long enough to develop any fucking habits!?

You do?

Great!

I hope you do because now we need to talk about the last part, information.

While wriggling, I try to turn on my side. I don't manage. I try to look on my right, where light comes in. From the window.

....and that's all I see.

Well not really, there's still my parents bed on my left.

The bed is pretty normal looking, even if they look worse than what I've had in my previous life.

But maybe we're just poor.

Apart from that though?

Nothing else.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE I REINCARNATED!

Well, I think I'm in Asia of course.

But apart from that?

Nothing, Nada. I don't have anything.

And I'm bound to live the rest of my life in suffering...forever.

WHAT EVEN DO I HAVE!? AM I HANDICAPPED OR SOMETHING!?

My parents didn't figured out something's wrong with me yet.

Which is a shame because I would love to see a doctor.

...they'll get me to a doctor right?
______
Random fanfic to train my writing.

Absolutely nothing planned.

Damn I might need to change my profile picture. The question mark looks weird.

 

[AAAustinYu]

Nice, please be before Third Shinobi War, would be so much more interesting than Naruto Canon again

 

[Pergostra]

Nice, please be before Third Shinobi War, would be so much more interesting than Naruto Canon again

Click to shrink...

Shit how do you answer is this site? Waaaait, is the quote even necessary?

Eh whatever, in any case, I'll reassure you. I HAVE and HAD nothing planned, but I just finished writing chapter 10 cause I felt in a jolly writing mood. AND NOW I HAVE A PLAN!

Spoiler: Don't read if you don't wanna be spoiled

It's second ninja war

 

[Pergostra]

Hey there it's me! Your resident reincarnated baby with a disease, curse, or WHATEVER the FUCK is the thing that makes me feel like my insides are melting inside my bones!



How are you doing today?



Because today, I'm doing great!



Why you ask? Shouldn't I have been suffering? With the whole...weird pain stuff?



Well, you're right on that.



Actually, you're more than right on that.



This month, this whole month since I've started being alive was hell.



It was pure hell.



I did kept up with my training, I even managed to turn on my belly on my own like a big boy and all.



And I had a looooot of incentives to keep training, since it's the only thing that reduce the pain, so I did train, my body slowly gained more stamina and all, everything was going well on that part.



It was going well.



....unfortunately it wasn't well enough to stop me from feeling like I'm constantly being operated on.



Everytime I rest, stop moving, or...the current biggest problem, when I sleep. Now that's were bad stuff happens.



The pain picks up. Hard.



So much in fact that I'm probably sleep depriving myself. Which is a PROBLEM considering that I'm 1 month old, and need a lot of sleep.



But I just CAN'T sleep with that fucking pain





I wake up every fucking hour, and my parents learned the best way to move me around. Which is basically, carrying me and bobbing me up and down their arms as if I were in some kind of rollercoaster whenever I sleep.



It helps with the pain.



So...I'm not saying that babies are easy to take care of.



I'm not saying this, not at all.



But there's a reason why I said that today I'm doing well. Even despite the everlasting suffering.



It's because my parents are starting to freak out!



Yeaaah! Youpie! They're figuring out that I'm not a normal baby!



Not in the sense that I've been reincarnated.



But in the sense that I'm slowly dying and need physical help as FAST as I can.



I may have screamed and cried a little bit more than necessary to get the help I needed. Not like I needed to act a lot, really, I just needed to stop moving for a while, feel the pain, and let the choking and devastating sobs comes out.



Genuinely sounds like I'm being mauled by an animal whenever I cry.



Those kinds of horrible cries, usually, I try to restrain them.



Because...uh, that makes them pick me up, reassure me, and check on me. And the more they pick me up, the more I suffer.



But!



I decided to stop those last few weeks, why? Doctors of course.



THEY NEED TO FIGURE OUT I'M FUCKING DYING BECAUSE I SWEAR THIS PAIN ISN'T NORMAL!



So I stopped holding my screams and cries back.



...and fuck.



Damn, I'm not gonna lie. But...my own crying terrifies me.



Imagine the sounds a baby would make if they were being put in a blender?



Well that's how I sound.



That was...genuinely terrifying. The second I stopped holding back my father barged in the room with a fucking KNIFE of all things and started looking around because he thought something was killing me or something.



And that was the reaction I was waiting for.



The next days. I kept this up, not forcing myself, because there's no forcing, but the holding back.



I stopped holding back, I stopped using my decades as an adult and my weeks of getting used to the pain. And...I just cried like a real baby.



And I just went at it like a maniac.



They reacted, pretty fast. At first with fear, then inspection, then confusion.



And that's why I'm happy today.



Right now I'm in the arms of my mother, who learned that keeping me still gets me to scream even harder, so she constantly moves me around. Feels like I'm in a rollercoaster and it does a wonder for my pain



Moving by myself is still more useful of a fix though.



She's beside my father, who's at the door. Letting a man, smaller than him. Enter. The man is pretty old, well, more than old, he's straight up wizened, he's like a fucking wizard.



But with a short white beard.



Bro must be ninety years old. His back is straight though.



And that's WHY I'm happy. They clearly noticed that something is wrong, and for a first, they finally invited someone in!



And from their faces. Which is a mix of worry and relief, I'm pretty sure that guy is a doctor.



FUUUUUCK YES! BRING ME INTO AN HOSPITAL YOU PIECE OF SHIT, BRING ME BRING ME!



After some greetings, the man, with his rugged hands takes me in his grasp. And I don't even cry, I'm not even mad the fucker is manhandling me, I don't care, bring me to an hospital.



He doesn't.



Yet.



Instead, in front of my worried parents. The man starts to...examine me.



He moves my hand around. My arm around, bro even tests my reflex.



He does the basic stuff, like usual, a weird doctor with some weird tests -probably because a baby needs different tests- but it proves it!



He's a doctor!



I'M SAVED!



I don't even resist with the tests. I don't even complain when he turns my head around, or open my mouth to look inside for some reason.



I don't care, can't care. Why would I care, THE MAN IS MY SAVIOR



After a while, the man, cradling me. Push the bottom of my pupil down, forcing my eye open.



And then...he frowns.



....huh.



Hey man why did you stopped? Is there something wrong with my eye?



My parents, looking over his shoulders gets closer, and the man tells them something in this weird Japanese like speech.



They frown. Both of them, my father so much that his blue eyes get almost invisible.



They get closer. So much that I'm practically face to face with my mother brown eye.



Uh...guys.



Why you looking at me like that?



Is there a problem with my eye-!



My eyes go straight to the doctor hand as he snaps his fingers.



What?



HEY GUYS, WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY EYES!?



He closes my eye and open the other one. Taking more time than necessary to look at it before letting the eye close again.



FUCK I WANNA CRY, WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH MY EYES!



I cry again. And the doctor gives me to my mother.



I'm busy crying. But I still try to listen to what they're all talking about.



My mom and dad talks to the doctor. He says some stuff, and more stuff, and after a while. He leaves.



....



I stay there with my parents for three long minutes.



Watching the door while they move around and go do their life again.



Hey..



Hey man...uh, you forgot about me...



Hey, you're supposed to bring me to an hospital now.



This night, when I'm in my crib again. I realize something.



He's not going to get me to an hospital will he?

 

[AAAustinYu]

Huh, either that guy is a Yamanaka and sensed a abnormal soul in the baby, or he has a dojutsu