***Some time l8r, Somewhere else***
°°Kyou's POV°°
"...ugh... huh...? Where am I...?" I asked, sitting up in a white hospital cot. Looking around, I saw an IV drip (?), a small table with a lamp, a large window to my right, and a door on the wall to my left. A small amount of light was being filtered through the light blue curtains on the window, making the room seem homier than it was probably supposed to. Glancing down to my arms, I saw that they were bandaged all the way from my fingertips up to my elbows. My right arm stung slightly as I moved it and some red started to seep through the cloth.
'Hn, blood...' I thought. At the foot of my bed there was a clipboard. Struggling to my knees, I shuffled down to the end of the cot and took the clipboard into my hands and started to flip through the pages.
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Name: Unknown
Age: Approx. 12-13
Family: Unknown
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I stopped for a second to agree. But then realized that I've been to the hospital near the orphanage before. And this surely wasn't it. The hospital I knew had all the information they needed and knew who to call if I was ever brought in.
Flipping through the file some more, I found the date I was admitted and the last time the doctor had come to check in on me.
"Not even two days..." I breathed. Some people would be lucky to still be breathing... or be shocked into a coma. But here I sat, two days later, moving, thinking and breathing. What the H.E. Double toothpicks happened?!
Suddenly, the door to my left slid open and a small nurse came in. Her short brown hair tucked behind her ears as she walked in with a tray of medical tools. But as soon as she saw me, sitting at the end of the cot, the files in my hand, she dropped the tray and ran out of the room, ordering someone to get some guy named Hokage...
"Who names their child Fire Shadow? Poor guy... Either he's super cool and respected or he gets picked on alot..." shrugging, I looked back down at the clipboard and continued to go through the papers until the nurse came back with an old man in silly clothes and another dude with scars on his face. I raise an eyebrow at the both of them.
"Good evening, young sir. I am the Hokage. Leader of the Leaf Village. Do you understand?" he said as he drew a puff of his pipe. I tilted my head in slight confusion. Did he think I was a boy? May as well go along with it.
"Do you mean the part where you're in charge or were you asking if I could comprehend what you were telling me at all?" I asked in a calm voice. Scarface raised an eyebrow and walked up to me, snatching the clipboard from my grasp, causing both arms to tingle and the bandages to turn bright red. The nurse gasped and rushed over with a fresh set.
"Both, I suppose. We were told you'd be out for a few weeks, if not months... yet you haven't even been asleep for two days. Your healing is impressive." the old man told me, taking off his hat as he sat down in a chair.
"Where am I?" I asked shortly after. Scarface went back over to the old man and stood behind him as the nurse changed my bandages.
"We'll ask the questions boy. When we get what we need, it'll be your turn." Scarface explained in a rough voice.
"I accept your terms." I said, nodding and helping the nurse. My arms were covered in cuts of all sizes. The biggest being at least four inches long and, thankfully, shallow.
"Do you remember anything?"
"Yes. Everything." I replied softly. Almost wishing I could forget some parts of my past.
