"In life, you die. In death, you live."

"Hey! It's that guy again! The one who Minato-sensei said was still alive!" I open my eyes, observing the dark clouds looming above.

It's going to rain soon. Do I like rain? Plants like rain. I like plants. A friend of my friend is an acquaintance, right? Yeah, I like rain. I look at the greenery around me, only to have my view obstructed by a familiar self-conscious person. I blink, looking at the kunai aimed at my throat.

"Uhh, Ka... ba...shy-san, right? Kabashy-san? Or uh, Kaba... Kabu... Kabuto! Right? And that's uhh, Rain? Ran? Pan? Oh! You're Pein, right? It's a weird name for a girl...." I can see them both deadpan, and wonder if that's an emotion, before discarding the thought and focusing on 'Kabuto'. 

"No. Not even close. Where'd you even get those names from?" 'Pein' asks, the brunette tilting her head. I shrug, face blank.

"Dunno. Those aren't your names? Then what are they?" I ask, eyes drifting to the swaying leaves behind 'Kabuto', watching as one floats to the ground, resting on a broken branch.

"Come with us, Amnesiac." I hum, sitting up when 'Kabuto' takes away the kunai at my throat. I jump up, walking with 'Kabuto' and 'Pein' flanking me for some reason that I don't care about.

I look up just as it starts raining, eyes closing so I can enjoy the cool drops planted upon my face. The scent of wet grass fills my nose, a quiet 'shh' heard as the rain patters down onto the ground.

"I never got your names yet." I comment, eyes opening and looking at both of them.

"We don't know yours." 'Kabuto' snaps. I blink at him.

"Hm, where's Obito-san or Minako-san? They'll be nicer to me, I assume." At this they both look down, eyes sad. I look between them, before realizing they think one of them is dead. Oh, I suppose that's bad, then.

Death told me to give my condolences to people who had people who died. So I do.

They both look at me, wondering how I knew. I bite my lower lip, a habit I picked up whenever I was nervous. Did I say something wrong? Great, I knew my charisma skills sucked. I can not get by with my words like this.

It's a good thing that Death taught me the most advanced ninja skills. He also taught me how to stop time, which is good if I want to escape a battle. That's what he told me, anyways. With my skills I don't have to have good charisma. He told me that as well.

Most of what I know he told me, or came from my still-suppressed memories that my mind has long-forgotten about. Like what the red liquid is. It's life energy for animals, called 'blood'.

"I apologize if I said anything wrong, Pein-san, Kabuto-san. My mentor did not teach me much about socialization. He only taught me how to fight and survive." I bow to them, not noticing how they look at each other.

'Pein' sighed, facepalming. "I'm Rin and that's Kakashi. Can you stop calling us random names now?" I nod, face blank. Where did Kabuto and Pein come from, then?

The names sound familiar, but even if I wanted to, at this point I can't remember anything from before I woke up with amnesia. It has been about 100 years of actively suppressing them in time-stop, after all.

I get lost in my imagination of what it would be like if I were a blade of grass. I'd like that, besides the getting eaten or stepped on part. By the time I'm snapped out of my thoughts, I was about to be ripped out of the ground by an extreme flood.

When my eyes focus, I look into sapphire blue eyes.

"Hello again, Amnesiac."

"I don't have a quote to put here." ~ Most original quote ever made by me