Untitled Dreams
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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Reviews:
9
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Snow White
Everything went black. Sasuke couldn’t seen an inch in front of his nose before a row of flames lit up in front of him. He turned around, but was blocked off by another. He ran left, then right, but flames blocked every way he tried to retreat too. “Shit…”, he grunted then looked above him as he heard a deep, bellowing voice chuckling over his head. “Uchiha…” laughed the voice of the demon. A large,red, softly glowing crystal began to lower itself down from the vast dark space. Sasuke watched it, then backed up as it came down to the ground. The chuckling voice grew louder as the evil laughs grew stronger. “The one with the evil eyes….You came after all….But you’re too late. He already gave up on you…”, spoke the demon then broke back into laughter. Sasuke looked at the crystal, then his eyes grew wide. It wasn’t just a crystal…it was a casket.
Naruto’s body laid inside, perfectly preserved. The crystal descended from the ceiling, erect and stranding at first, but as he tip touched the ground, it fall backwards with a hard, solid thump. Dust flew up, circling the ruby coffin, making Sasuke cover his eyes. “SHUT UP!” Sasuke yelled, running to the head of the coffin. “Naruto…NARUTO! NARUTO!” he screamed, but no matter how much he yelled, Naruto did not move. He wasn’t breathing, yet he looked so alive, like Snow White in her glass coffin. Sasuke panicked, reaching down to grab the sides of the coffin. The red crystal burned at Sasuke’s hands, making him scream out in pain. It was that screaming that made him wake out of his sleep. He bolted straight up into a sitting position in his bed with both hands reaching out. “NARU….to…” he started to scream, but stopped himself. His entire body was drenched in sweat, causing his long bangs to stick to his forehead and face. He was also short on breath, and turned his palms in to inspect them. They were sore and slightly darkened, but most noticeably, his fingertips were singed.
Sasuke frowned, balling his fingers into fist, then let his hands rest on the bed. “….Shit…” he sighed, kicking off his blanket and slumped his way into his small bathroom. Wearing only a pair of thin, black, loose-fitting pants that stopped about mid calf, he turned on the sink and ran his hands under the cool water, moving up to splash his sweaty, hot face. He splashed his face a second time, then ran some water through his hair. He looked up, taking a long, deep look at himself in his dirty mirror. It was rare that he would inspect himself, but every since Naruto and Sakura, he couldn’t help but constantly wonder if they had really changed all that much. Naruto hadn’t, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle. Once an idiot, always an idiot…even still. It troubled him more than anything else that there was a replacement in his team, that fucking sketch artist.
He walked over to his stone and metal box shower, turning the water on cold. It only took a few moments to untie his pants and let them fall to the floor. He kicked them off, then stepped inside, turning his back towards the stream. The water cooled Sasuke’s naked body, soaking his hair as he stared at his slightly charred hands. Suddenly, the water felt warm…red…blood? A gasp escaped his lips, making him turn around in fear and stared at the stream with his back pressed on the wall, but it was nothing but water. His eyes narrowed as he reached out, turning off the faucet with a few turns of a creaking knob. This was actually his 5th time having this dream, but this was the first time he had actually seen Naruto. At first, it was just his urge to run up the hill. Eventually, the village, the bodies, people he knew dying…but it always stopped after he called out to Naruto’s demonic form. Sasuke knew first hand about Naruto’s demonic possession, but had it really evolved so much since they were just kids? Was this an omen? A premonition? The more he thought about it, the harder the knot inside of him tightened.
A hand went to Sasuke’s chest , scratching at his lightly tanned skin hard enough to leave red lines. He wanted too…No. He had too. He had to go prove himself wrong. Regaining his resolve, the missing-nin stood, leaving his poorly lit bathroom to go into his ever darker room and put on his clothes. He wouldn’t be missed as long as he didn’t stay gone more than a few days. It wasn’t as if Sasuke didn’t leave for his own personal time before. Orochimaru could just wait his slithering ass in this piece of shit hole in the ground until he felt good and ready to come back. Fresh pants went on, his robe, his rope, his boots, then finally ended his assembly with his katana.
Naruto’s body laid inside, perfectly preserved. The crystal descended from the ceiling, erect and stranding at first, but as he tip touched the ground, it fall backwards with a hard, solid thump. Dust flew up, circling the ruby coffin, making Sasuke cover his eyes. “SHUT UP!” Sasuke yelled, running to the head of the coffin. “Naruto…NARUTO! NARUTO!” he screamed, but no matter how much he yelled, Naruto did not move. He wasn’t breathing, yet he looked so alive, like Snow White in her glass coffin. Sasuke panicked, reaching down to grab the sides of the coffin. The red crystal burned at Sasuke’s hands, making him scream out in pain. It was that screaming that made him wake out of his sleep. He bolted straight up into a sitting position in his bed with both hands reaching out. “NARU….to…” he started to scream, but stopped himself. His entire body was drenched in sweat, causing his long bangs to stick to his forehead and face. He was also short on breath, and turned his palms in to inspect them. They were sore and slightly darkened, but most noticeably, his fingertips were singed.
Sasuke frowned, balling his fingers into fist, then let his hands rest on the bed. “….Shit…” he sighed, kicking off his blanket and slumped his way into his small bathroom. Wearing only a pair of thin, black, loose-fitting pants that stopped about mid calf, he turned on the sink and ran his hands under the cool water, moving up to splash his sweaty, hot face. He splashed his face a second time, then ran some water through his hair. He looked up, taking a long, deep look at himself in his dirty mirror. It was rare that he would inspect himself, but every since Naruto and Sakura, he couldn’t help but constantly wonder if they had really changed all that much. Naruto hadn’t, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle. Once an idiot, always an idiot…even still. It troubled him more than anything else that there was a replacement in his team, that fucking sketch artist.
He walked over to his stone and metal box shower, turning the water on cold. It only took a few moments to untie his pants and let them fall to the floor. He kicked them off, then stepped inside, turning his back towards the stream. The water cooled Sasuke’s naked body, soaking his hair as he stared at his slightly charred hands. Suddenly, the water felt warm…red…blood? A gasp escaped his lips, making him turn around in fear and stared at the stream with his back pressed on the wall, but it was nothing but water. His eyes narrowed as he reached out, turning off the faucet with a few turns of a creaking knob. This was actually his 5th time having this dream, but this was the first time he had actually seen Naruto. At first, it was just his urge to run up the hill. Eventually, the village, the bodies, people he knew dying…but it always stopped after he called out to Naruto’s demonic form. Sasuke knew first hand about Naruto’s demonic possession, but had it really evolved so much since they were just kids? Was this an omen? A premonition? The more he thought about it, the harder the knot inside of him tightened.
A hand went to Sasuke’s chest , scratching at his lightly tanned skin hard enough to leave red lines. He wanted too…No. He had too. He had to go prove himself wrong. Regaining his resolve, the missing-nin stood, leaving his poorly lit bathroom to go into his ever darker room and put on his clothes. He wouldn’t be missed as long as he didn’t stay gone more than a few days. It wasn’t as if Sasuke didn’t leave for his own personal time before. Orochimaru could just wait his slithering ass in this piece of shit hole in the ground until he felt good and ready to come back. Fresh pants went on, his robe, his rope, his boots, then finally ended his assembly with his katana.