【これは彼の昔のお話】

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Tired. An overwhelming sense of sleepiness had been overwhelming him since he left his hospital. People walking by, noises of the city, the humid air trapped by the huge buildings rising everywhere around, and naturally the whole walking around aimlessly. While his body didn't exactly feel the exhaustion, Konoha's mind was becoming a mess, and he was falling asleep right there and then as he walked.

No, this wouldn't do. Falling over like that wasn't going to get him anywhere. Instead the albino found a nice spot in a side alley, and soon after he had sat himself down in the shade, a slow breathing left him, indicating that he was already fast asleep.

How the raven haired teen knew was a mystery, but that never occured to Konoha. These past few days had been very special to him. The city slowly changing, stirring with anticipation and joy behind all that business, the snowfall, children playing and laughing. And then of course a very important piece of memory returning to him. For the first time since he had woken up in this strange city, Konoha knew what was the reason behind that grimace people made when they rose the corners of their mouth. He thought he did at least. This precious feeling of an almost explosive heat inside of his chest. Right now he didn't know whether it was the cake or the greeting that caused it, but the wide smile on his face was indeniable.

"... Thank you..."

                                                                         -- Do you remember your dreams?

Every single night Konoha would spend in a state of unconsciousness, an engulfing blackness while images and fragments were blurring past his conscious viewpoint. He had come to recognise these phenomenons as respectively 'sleeping' and 'dreaming'. Every single night he dreamt. A voice, a girl calling out to him, but every so often the sound was cut off - somewhat like a broken recorder. He could never understand what she said, but he knew that he wanted to listen to her voice. For some reason her face was too blurred to even make out, but he knew that he wanted to be in her presence. Only the black twin tails seemed to ever stick in his recollection. Black twin tails? Hadn't there been something about that?

'-xxx- your birthday is on -xxx-, isn't it? Why didn't you -xxx-? I only knew beca -xxx- sensei told -xxxxxx- supposed to mention -xxxxxxxxx- this! Why are you always so -xxxxxxxxxxxx-?! Listen up! There's barely any time to -xxxxx- but even if it's Christmas Eve we'll somehow find the time to cele--------'

As the voice scolded him he would flinch, he would become intimidated, but he could never really get himself to dislike the sound of that voice. It was right though, even back then he had always tried hiding even the silliest things because it would just end up bringing unnecessary work. To who? Why? The twin tailed girl? Was there any particular reason she could not know of a small thing such as the day he was born?

            "Born?"

                      "Birthday?"

                                  "Christmas?"

Concepts barely even familiar to him were floating through his mind at a page much more rapid than what he would have preferred. He wanted time, more time to gather his thoughts and attempt to reach a conclusion. A person existed because they were born. No animal or person could be without having been granted life, he had come to know that in that place where everyone seemed to go for learning new stuff. 'Academy'. Another unfamiliar word. Birth. A day of birth.

                                                       I wonder...

                                                Was I born as well?

                                                 Or do I only exist?

An existence without origin: no such thing could exist. Even he had to have come from somewhere. And where ever that somewhere was, maybe the twin tailed girl was linked to it. Christmas he had come to realise was a celebration of light amidst the dark times, it was on this very day. A day to celebrate. His birthday? Wasn't that what his dreams had told him as well? An exhale of relief. Even he belonged somewhere after all.

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"... Happy birthday..."

Eyes growing wide with excitement and admiration, Konoha was watching carefully as a white carpet fell over the city. He had noticed a change in surroundings; people passing by would be wearing more and more layers of clothes even though the boy himself was oblivious to the change in temperature, but with this substance suddenly dropping just like that, naturally one couldn’t help but be fascinated.

Snow.

That was what the people around him called it. Konoha didn’t know exactly why but he was drawn to it like a fly to a light and soon his boots croaked against the soft ground as he went into a world that seemed just as white as he himself was. Voices nearby caught his curious attention and following the sounds Konoha found children playing happily, throwing small balls after each other. Was this ‘fun’? Upon being noticed soon the adolescent was dragged into the play as well. At first he didn’t quite understand but it didn’t take long before he had got the basic motions of rolling and tossing down, aiming with such accuracy that eventually the entire playground had decided to team up against him. And yet Konoha didn’t mind. Their laughs and shouts and smiles were fascinating. As the corners of his mouth rose Konoha realised something.