It was a weird sensation that woke me up. A warmth that seemed to circulate through my body. It was a good thing the weird warmth did wake me because this is NOT my room.

The light that filtered in through the window indicated it was early morning. The white walls that surround me seem to loom above the bed I'm laying on, making the scene feel a little eerie. This room looked to be that of a hospital's. It had to be since I don't own a heart monitor or IV. That would be weird.

Why am I a hospital?

Why do I feel smaller?

And most of all: why don't I remember anything?

I remember my name. My full name is Rayanna Maria Salazar. I was born April 30 at 8:45pm. I'm 19 years old and I lost both my mother and at the tender age of three. I'm 5"10 and weigh about 156 pounds. I remember all the things about myself but I can't seem to remember what caused me to end up here.

Since I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice when someone had just walked into the room.

"NEE-CHAN YOU'RE AWAKE!"

The new voice starled me so much that I fell out of the bed. The IV needle painfully ripped out of my arm but not a lot of blood ran out. Looking down at my body I noticed my legs were shorter. I lifted up my arms and saw that they were shorter too.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

It just so happens that a mirror was next to me. What I saw was a little shocking and just added on more questions to the ever growing list.

To say the least, I looked younger. Way younger. But also different. Instead of the dark brown eyes I was born with, a pair of piercing electric purple gems stared right back at me, wide with confusion and fear. Instead of my original midnight black hair was in it's replacement pale ivory locks of hair, styled in a messy boyish bob cut with the hair on the sides reached the chin. My skin was still pale though. And I look like a freaking little boy.

But in all honesty, this is weird.

This isn't my body.

This isn't me.

"Nee-chan? Are you okay?"

Who ever this person is better be able to give me some answers.

Slowly I turned away from the mirror to look at the new voice. And I must say the owner of the voice is adorable. This new person was male, slightly older looking then the body I'm in. His wasn't like mine, instead his was blond and standing up a little giving him a spiky porcupine look. And his eyes were the prettiest blue I've ever seen.

"Nee-chan please answer me, do I need to get the doctor?" he asked.

"No I'm fine." was my immediate reply. I didn't even think before speaking, it just came out on some type of reflex. My sounded squeaky but so did his in a more mature way.

Without asking any more questions he proceeds to pick me up of the ground bridal style and gently places me down on the hospital bed. Then e suddenly bursts into tears and starts hugging like I might disappear.

"I'm sorry Shi-chan, I didn't mean for it to happen. It's because of me why you even ended here in the first place. Please forgive me." he sniffled.

I didn't know how to respond so I just slowly wrapped my arms around. That's how you show comfort right? Like come on, I don't even know his name? And why did he call me Shi-chan?

His name is Namikaze Minato. And you are Okamoto Shiromi.

Who the hell was that? Who are you?

But as expected I didn't get a reply.

What am I going to do?

I wake in a hospital all young and shit. Then this blonde kid comes in here scares the crap out of me then breaks down crying on me saying he's 'sorry' about putting me in a hospital. And what's even worst is that there's a fucking voice in my head that won't even respond after appearing out of nowhere.

"Shi-chan do you forgive me?" the blon- I mean Minato asks watery.

"What's there to forgive if I don't remember who you even are?" I straight out told him.

I shouldn't have told him that. His face looks so devastated.

And so did the doctor's.

Wait.

Doctor?

Oh shit.