Impossible to Forget

Chapter 11: What Happened to Them?

"Meow."

The cat was rubbing up and down against Kakashi's legs, and each time he pushed it away gently, the cat just kept coming back.

He sent me a pleading look, "Can you make it go away?"

I laughed at his pained expression, "No. You never should have pet Hime in the first place. Now she'll never leave you alone again." I read through the dates on the boxes, "Ah, 319, that was fifty years ago. We've found our starting point." I followed the dates and then grabbed a stack of five shoe boxes. "Here, 319, 320, 321, 323, and 324. That should cover everything." I opened up the first box, and we flipped through the pictures before putting them back into the faded container. We didn't have any luck until we opened up the box dated "323," the year when my mother was nine. (I was immensely satisfied that I had become a genin a year younger than she had.) "That's her." I pointed to a young girl, arms crossed and a sour expression on her face, standing by her happy looking sensei. There were three genin in the picture. The one on the left had the same light brown hair that I had as a child and eyes so dark in color that they were almost black. She looked like an angry version of me when I was young, except the eyes. It was kind of unsettling just how uncannily alike we looked. I did not like it at all. In the middle was a young boy with sandy blonde hair, and eyes the color of my mud. He was glancing over at my mother with a faint blush on his cheeks, and I would have recognized his face anywhere. After all, his disembodied head rolling on the ground had haunted my dreams for the past year. Kanaye had been on my mother's genin team. The final genin in the picture was ignoring the other two and was posing solely for the camera. She had a little pouty face and it would have been adorable how she was trying to look older than nine if I hadn't recognized her as well and if I couldn't still feel her stabbing senbon into my hip. Her hair was more strawberry as opposed to bloody crimson, and her eyes were a deep blue rather then dull yellow-green, but Sasainako had been a member of my mother's team too.

Kakashi's eyes were wide as he looked at the picture over my shoulder; he had even stopped trying to get Hime out of his personal space.

"Is that-"

I nodded, "Yes... Nori, Kanaye, and Sasainako were all on the same genin team." Even though my mother still looked like a cold bitch, Kanaye like an obsessed creep, and Sasainako like a appearance crazed psycho, they were all still so innocent looking. Their eyes held none of the jaded pain that they had fostered in recent years, and while they didn't seem to be the most mentally stable of children, no one could have guessed what they were going to become just by glancing at the photo. "What happened to them? What happened that was so monumental that all their official files have disappeared and that they all turned into psychopaths?"

Kakashi shrugged, "I have no idea."

A/N: If anyone remembers from the first book, I made the year on the scrolls' dates 367. It was a calendar that I created, and I'm continuing with my little system in this book too, of course. Continuity is a good thing to have throughout a series. Here's the original A/N that explains the calendar in case you need a refresher:

There really are no dates in Naruto besides birthdays. But, the Sage of the Six Paths died just over 300 years before the start of the series so the year (367) [369 for the third book] is based on a calendar that started during his lifetime, most likely when he sealed the Ten-tails. If there are actual dates and years given in the canon material, I apologize. I couldn't find them, but this is the system that I'm going to use for this story.