Forget Me Not

Coming Home

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I don't own the Naruto world. All I own is Aiko.
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Aiko's P.O.V
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I stumbled through the forest, tumbling over tree roots and rocks. Gasping for air, I used sheer will force to push myself to my feet.

I blindly set out in a direction, frantically running from something. Or rather, to something.

'But to what?!' I screamed at myself, trying to make sense of my thoughts.

My memories were murky, slowly slipping away the harder I tried to remember them.

"No!" I shouted at myself. Grasping at bits and pieces. A gravelly, rough, sexy voice. Red my brain supplied. 'Red, red what?' I questioned.

I got glimpses of... sand?

I growled In frustration then gasped as I bumped into a tree that seemed determined to knock me over. I shook it off and continued, unwilling to stop.

Something seeped down my forehead and into my eye. I gasped wiping at it only to have my hand come away red. A head wound? I don't remember getting it. ' I don't seem to be able to remember a lot of things at the moment.' I grumbled to myself.

I stopped momentarily and used the remains of my tattered jacket to wrap the wound that was bleeding profusely.

I then stumbled to my feet and took off in a direction I wasn't consciously choosing. Somehow I just knew it was right.

My feet throbbed in time with my heart, my lungs burned for air that I was desperately sucking in, and my head ached as if there was no tomorrow.

My feet throbbed in time with my heart, my lungs burned for air that I was desperately sucking in, and my head ached as if there was no tomorrow. Yet something or someone kept me going.

'Why can't I remember?' I mentally berated myself.

I fell to my knees as bright sunlight suddenly flooded my face. Sand as far as the eyes could see greeted me.

I looked around momentarily disoriented. My body seized up in panic, 'Where do I go from here?' I wondered stricken.

My feet propelled me in a direction I seemed to know by heart.

There was no other thoughts besides reaching my destination.

I ignored the sand seeping through my toes. The aching head wound but a distant memory. My parched throat and the blistering heat easily dismissed.

I didn't run, I couldn't. It was more like an awkward shuffle as I tried to keep from falling over. It was steady progress at least.

The closer I got to wherever it is my feet decided to take me, the lighter my heart grew.

Countless hours passed or so I assumed seeing as there was no way to keep track of time. But the sun did go down giving me a reprieve from its harmful rays.

But without the sun left the bone chilling cold. I kept shuffling my feet in fear that I would be frozen if I stopped.

I don't know how much time has passed but the sun had risen twice and now I suspect it is mid day.

By now I can't walk. My feet had long since buckled from dehydration and exhaustion.

I was now feebly crawling. I raised my head just enough to see a cactus obscuring my path. I slowly dragged myself around it.

I paused as my head throbbed uncontrollably, my brain tried to supply some information.

Out of no where I got the impression that cacti hold water. After extracting some water that I can't even begin to comperehend how I knew to do, I continued my long trek.

The water seemed to revitalize my senses.

Time seemed to slowly pass as I got lost in my thoughts. I could feel my pained body slowly giving out. It was bowing under the trauma I've endured.

I don't know where I came from. I don't know who I am or where I am. All I remember is him. His warm arms, soft lips, rough voice.

As I tried to remember more my thought process seemed to slowly trickle away.

Something in the distance caught my attention. Buildings, rows and rows of buildings I could just barely make out.

In my excitement my pace dramatically increased. I still wouldn't call it jogging or walking for that matter but it was faster than my former snailish pace.

I was about to collapse, my feet not able to support me, when I saw a figure in the distance heading straight for me at a fast clip.

I wouldn't be able to defend myself if this stanger meant me any harm. I wouldn't be able to run, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was emotionally and physically drained.

I stumbled once more this time I lost my footing and collapsed on the warm inviting sand.

Strangely enough it seemed like the sand rose up to greet me
But I just chalked it up to sleep deprivation. My head softly thudded on my arm. Using all the strength I had I raised my head. I couldn't clearly see because my eyes seemed so droopy and the sand wasn't helping my vision any.

"Aiko!" The blurry figure yelled.

It was then that I finally gave into the exhaustion creeping through my brain and let the dark engulf me.

A/n: Hi guys! I'm not sure if people will like my story. If you do can you comment to let me know?

I'm a die hard Gaara and anime fan. If you want to comment a favorite anime I'll check it out and get back to you. I'll be posting chapters ASAP if people like it.