Kay, so. this is the rewrite of my previous piece of crap story 'i love you' is a slip of the tong i hope you all enjoy and love it.
disclaimer: I'm only putting this on here once so get it straight; i, Dede, do not own, publish or distribute naruto characters, mangas, animes and or merchandise. it belongs to the writer whom i adore.
got it? good. on with the show
The darkness was everywhere around me. It invaded all of my senses and blurred my vision, smudging the colors together and the lines between reality and dream became ever smaller.
I felt like I was drowning. But there was no water. I couldn't breathe and there was a tight throb in my chest, which even thought it hurt I found comforting, like somehow I was still alive because of it.
Then as quick as the feeling came, it was gone, leaving a dream in its place.
I missed it, the feeling of the stability in the dream that wasn't in my waking world.
The cries of a baby echoed through the halls of the old building. I fallowed the screaming Childs's shrill cries and stopped upon a large white (or what I assumed to be white, it was too dark to tell) door that was barely hanging onto its hinges. The cries secede and I reached out to the door but found myself unable to open it. For I felt that if I did something would change and I wasn't sure I was ready for that.
The dream always ended the same.
But destiny it seemed had other plans for me.
"There's no going back if you go in there" a small voice drifted to my ears. I whipped my head around so fast my neck hurt. The voice belonged to the boy, who stood behind me. He was small, maybe only six or seven but he looked as if he could inflicted more damage then I preserved. His poster was casual; hips tilted forward, hands in pockets, a lazy smile which could have been mistaken for a smirk graced his petal pink lips. His dark hair cascaded everywhere; untamed and I found myself wondering if his mother let him go around like that.
He found amusement in my confusion and with a grace that reminded me of a dark haired friend of mine; he walked over to me and peered into my blue eyes with his own shimmering blue ones.
"W-who are you" I stuttered out.
He smiled at me and very carefully he slid his hand to my abdomen and caressed it.
His touch was warm and soothing. I drifted off as he drew small circles into my flesh.
"You will know me very soon" he smiled widely at me and I noticed he had no front tooth. I smiled back despite myself, my doubt and reached down to bury my face into his small warm neck. He giggled and wrapped his small hands around my neck.
"I love you momma"
Oooooooooo
I awoke with a start. My breath came out in short gasps and in the quiet of my room made them seemed even louder. Sweat covered my body; leaking into my PJ's and making my blond hair cling to my face.
I threw off my covers and raced to the bathroom, my hand placed firmly over my mouth to keep the bile in my mouth.
I dumped the contents of my stomach into the toilet for the next five minutes and when my dinner was done escaping its acid filled prison. I gave a few more dry heaves before rinsing out my mouth with tap water. I shuddered at the vile taste.
Grabbing my toothbrush, I scrubbed my teeth with vigor and spit into the sink.
I glanced up at my pale reflection, spotted a receding blemish and touched it lightly.
It stung and I wondered where the hell I got this one form.
Two weeks ago was when I first started finding them; red and pink little pricks on my skin that were sore and slightly tender for days until they would fade away completely and then the next day, another was there again to take its place as a recurring annoyance in my life. They weren't very big, only a centimeter apart and most of the time I could hide them. But one exceedingly day when I was training with sakara and kiba and when I started lifting my shirt to ring out the sweat kiba noticed a rather large one placed directly over my stomach.
"What the hell is that?" kiba asked, shaking out his sweat drenched hair.
I glanced down and gave a frown, they were getting bigger.
"No idea" I shrugged. I was a good liar.
"Looks like snake bites" sakara commented packing up her medical gear and slinging it over her shoulder.
Snakes… sounded familiar…
"Hey naruto!" kiba screamed from across the field, sakara waving for me to fallow.
"Come on!" he urged "ramen is on me!" I grinned and raced to catch him, my worries forgotten
Oooooooooo
"Damn it all!" I screeched as I slid back onto my covers after a long shower.
"How in the fuck am I supposed to sleep when I have to puke every three minutes?" this was getting on my nerves. I had been in and out of bed at least fifteen times since my first vomiting session and, taken two showers to rid myself of the stench of vomit, sent sakara a message to tell her that I would not be coming since I was sick and had said every cures word I could think of at least twice.
And I still couldn't sleep!
"Motherfucking cock sucking hore shitting shit-face" I screamed into my pillow and beat against it with my fist.
There was a harsh thump against my wall and a gruff voice screamed:
"Shut the fuck up in there!" and I did; only because I fell asleep.
soooooo, what did you think? better then the original? worse? what?
please forgive the grammar and spelling mistakes. spell check only dose so much and i have dyslexia(i have no idea how it's spelled)which sucks by the way.
with all my love-Dede