Ch 1

8 0 0
                                    

I find myself weary of the complexities of life, especially since the loss of my beloved grandparents. Their passing has left a void in our family, with their children only showing interest in what they have inherited rather than cherishing the legacy they left behind. My grandparents were the pillars of love and support in our family, their absence now keenly felt.

In an attempt to distract myself from the pain, I threw myself into my studies, striving for academic excellence and earning high honors. Despite my academic achievements, the relationships I have formed with my peers feel superficial. I sense that they are drawn to me for my intellect and skills, rather than genuine friendship. Despite this, I put on a facade, wearing a fake smile to navigate through these uncertain social dynamics.

One particular day, as I walked back home, I realized that my father had forgotten to pick me up. Feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration, I continued my journey on foot. It was during this solitary walk that a sudden surge of discomfort and dizziness swept over me, overwhelming my senses until I eventually succumbed to unconsciousness.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Waking to the warmth of the sun, I found myself lying in a bed near a window, the sunlight streaming in. As I rose from the bed, the sound of footsteps caught my attention, drawing my gaze towards a staircase. Puzzled by its presence, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "This can't be right," I thought to myself, puzzled by the sight of stairs in a house that I was sure only had one floor. The sense of disorientation lingered, leaving me questioning if I was in a different home altogether.

In a third-person perspective:

The couple's eyes widened as they beheld the standing girl, their expressions a mix of astonishment and relief. The man, dropping the towel and water in his shock, positioned himself in front of the girl, his focus intent on addressing her with a blend of warmth and urgency.

Tears filled the woman's eyes as she gazed at the girl, her voice choked with emotion, "My daughter, you're awake! I'm so glad. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you went through this because of mom and dad, you're still only 13 years old and had to see that. I'm sorry baby girl." Her words carried a weight of regret and remorse, a maternal instinct surfacing to shield her child from the pain she had endured.

Interrupting the emotional exchange, the girl questioned the identities of the couple, prompting the man to speak up with a tone of earnest confirmation. "Don't jest, my dear. Now is not the time for playful banter," he insisted, his expression a mix of concern and resolution. The wife, her voice trembling with emotion, added, "Y-Y/N, what's my name? Your father's name?" Her words held a delicate balance of hope and trepidation, seeking recognition and connection from the girl.

In response to their inquiries, the girl's initial playfulness gave way to uncertainty, "Umm, is that something I should know of? Maybe you got the wrong girl? Maybe I just look like her? After all, black hair and eyes are common, my hairstyle is common too." Her words resounded with a tone of confusion and disbelief, hinting at a struggle to reconcile the unfolding reality.

The man, resolute and unwavering, challenged the girl's perception of her appearance, countering her claims with firm conviction. "No Y/N, only the Uchiha's have those characteristics, and we are not Uchiha. Your last name is Yogen. You are Y/N Yogen. And look," he continued, reaching for an object with a reflective surface, "You don't have black hair and black eyes." His actions aimed to dispel the girl's doubts and reveal the undeniable truth of her altered appearance, characterized by a blend of blue and black hues in her hair and mist like eyes.

Y/N's Perspective:

'Uchiha? Are they playing a prank on me? Did they dye my hair? No, that can't be right. I would have noticed,' I mused as the man claiming to be my father presented a reflective object, revealing my bluish hair and mist-like eyes. The realization struck me, "It's true, I do have bluish hair and eyes!" Gathering my thoughts, I mustered the courage to speak up, capturing their attention. "Father, Mother, what village do we reside in?" To my surprise, both replied in unison, "The village hidden in the leaves, Konoha."

Curiosity nudged me further, "How many Hokages have ruled until now?" Their faces betrayed confusion, yet they provided an answer, "Four, but the Fourth perished due to the nine tails attack. Why do you ask, Y/N? Have you truly forgotten us?"

Reflecting on my fragmented memories, I acknowledged, "I recall bits and pieces, retaining knowledge of reading, writing, and the basics of the Shinobi world. It's puzzling why I remember these but not the events leading to my injury or your identities..."

Expressing a commitment to rediscover my lost memories, I tentatively identified them as my parents, gesturing toward the man and woman before me. The affirmation from both, coupled with a swift escort downstairs where my father carried me and my mother's protective threat, evoked a surge of emotions within me.

As tears unknowingly streamed down my face, my unsuspected vulnerability was met with words of reassurance and tenderness from my newfound family. "Honey/Baby, are you alright? Why the tears, baby girl? Don't cry. Mom/Dad can't bear to see you upset. Please don't cry now, will you?" Their comfort enveloped me, filling a void I didn't realize existed, as the day drew to a close with the blossoming of familial bonds.

PS: As a gentle reminder, if this story isn't to your liking, please refrain from continuing. Your time is precious, and I respect your choice not to engage if it doesn't resonate with you and if it is not your cup of tea.

PS: I will only update the second chapter once I receive feedback from at least one reader who taps the star-like button below! Your feedback and engagement are greatly appreciated in shaping the progression of this story.

Total words in this chapter : 1042 words.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Jun 10 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

I'm in Naruto!?Where stories live. Discover now