Red burst forth from behind my eyelids, before fading to amber, blanketing me in a pleasant warmth. Basking in this warmth I found myself being lulled back into the darkness from which it had awoken me.
When next I awoke it was to more warmth, however this time it seemed to only be attached to my face on one side. Touching my cheek and bringing me into the world once more, before retreating and causing me to leave the world again unseen.
The same warmth woke me again, but this time it cocooned me. Not the same as the amber from before but more gentle and safe. A warmth that held promises, held love and joy and a warmth that finally roused me from my slumber. Blinking my eyes I winced at the light entering them, mind racing as I tried to remember.
"Why can't I remember?"
Something niggled at the back of my mind, like a forgotten promise followed by a sense of longing and loss. But as soon as it appeared it vanished, leaving me wondering and overwhelmed by feelings of loneliness. Gentle hands guided my head to face theirs, but the world seemed a blur of colours. Blinking repeatedly I tried to clear my vision and focus on what was before me, to no avail. The world stayed blurry and blobby, colours melding together into some kind of abstract painting. Frustration. That was what overwhelmed me as I heard wails from somewhere close, eyes squinting shut in hopes of ignoring my visual issues. Soon I began to tire and it was just as I drifted off that I realised the wails were dying down and my cheeks were damp with tears.
This time the warmth felt different, larger and more encompassing than before. It enveloped me and left barely any room to let the cool air in. I could feel a gentle breeze waft over my face, each time it felt warm and it came in regular intervals.
Breath
Someone supplied the word and I tuned more into the air draft, realising that indeed it felt like someone breathing on me. But tiredness crept up quicker than curiosity and soon lead only back to my dark slumber.
The world continued to drift in and out around me, sometimes the larger breathing warmth would hold me or the smaller gentle one would. Other times a different warmth would hold me close, it was this one I spent the most time held by despite my preference for the safety of the larger warmth. I felt small and fragile though I couldn't fathom why, my mind would drift off and sleep would claim me before my mind could become further overwhelmed by too deep thoughts of things that I could not yet comprehend. It was in this time that I first gained clarity into my situation.
It was just another time waking to the world, this time to the small gentle warmth that I had grown fond of and spent many a time resting within. I felt more awake this time though, a breeze that was not breath drifting gently over my bare skin; cooling me. I dreaded opening my eyes scared for what I would, or would not, see. I didn't want to be blinded by the swathe of messed up colours but likewise I didn't want to suddenly find out it had gotten worse. Panic swelled and I felt the first few dredges of something painful, someone nearby hiccuped out a sob and small arms rocked me soothingly.
"That shouldn't be possible."
My mind reeled at the thought, realising that something was very wrong; even if I couldn't work out what. Panic stilled in me and my thoughts raced, through it all I heard a singe word.
"Imoto," it cut through the panic and stilled me. A word my mind somewhere understood and could comprehend, a word that created a connection to the tiny warmth I was held by. My eyes flashed open and landed on a clear face, sharp and detailed and oh-so familiar. An ache burned behind my eyes as more tears fell and the realisation hit, all the information flooding at once.
"That's Uchiha Itachi, and he called me Imoto..."
The thought brought back unwanted images of a blonde haired boy who liked pranks, of a demon fox destroying a village and the adventures he endured with his comrades the pink haired girl and the black haired boy. My eyes stung even more and I forced them shut, wails arising into the air and tears stinging my cheeks with each trail. Solidifying this as reality; it was with one final thought that the world faded away more forcefully this time and I knew life was going to be different.
"I'm Uchiha Itachi's sister..."
END OF CHAPTER 1: AWAKENING
Key:
"Thoughts"
Internal Guidance
"Speech"
1 Horizontal Line = Time Gap
Sorry for such a short first chapter just thought to see if anyone might enjoy this story idea, got a lot planned for it so wanted to get this bit out there.
Hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave both positive and negative feedback I like to improve my writing by suggestions from readers!
K-chan