Note: NOT Yondaime x Kakashi.  Really, it's not.  Get yo' head outta th' gutter.

            'Obito, why aren't you waking up?' The boy kept patting his friend's cold cheek, utterly confused.  The dim, negative space of the field around seemed to compress all the breath from his lungs as he attempted to wake his friend.

            'Are you…d—dead…?'  The boy knew he wanted to have human tears trickling down his face, but he was moving far too slowly to properly lament the loss of his friend.  Instead, the boy crawled at a snail's pace to the next figure lying prone on the chill ground.  His eyes were taking far too long in putting name to sight of the frost-tinted flesh.  Both eyes were stolen from the man's otherwise impassive face, but the identity was unmistakable.  The boy's mind was tearing apart in jagged shreds, each fragment visibly falling to the ground around him. 

 'Sensei…?'

Kakashi's eyes widened slowly as his vision cleared only to find more darkness.  For a brief moment the young Genin panicked, fingers clutching desperately to the scratchy blanket he was lying under.  The tension was releasing from his tightly clenched jaw allowing a swift throbbing pain to crawl along his chin.  Disoriented, Kakashi peered into the dark ceiling in an attempt to jog a memory of his surroundings.  The dream he remembered very clearly—although it was likely to fade by the morning, here in the dark the boy felt severely shaken. 

After a few moments, Kakashi had remembered he was resting at an inn for the night with his team.  Small room with two windows, shade drawn over one of them, three beds with one against each wall and one in between by the covered window…and what else?  Oh yes, he had won a bed to himself earlier that day in training (the one against the left wall), so his teammates were sharing the one against the right with his teacher in the middle.  When Kakashi thought he could sit upright without being sick he glanced over at the far bed to see Obito flopped on his back, snoring softly.  The sight was a tiny bit reassuring to the boy, but his insides still twisted in revolt every time he moved his head. 

Despite the nausea, he tumbled shakily out his own bed and crept anxiously over to the next.  The man sprawled over it had managed to kick away half the blankets and was nearly flat on his stomach with one arm dangling over the side.  His mouth was open a bit, breathing quietly into the mattress.  Perhaps as a last trick to mock the little boy's frightened mind, the dream allowed one more vivid image of that same man to flash in his vision, cold as ice with empty eye-sockets boring blankly into Kakashi's soul.  He was momentarily rooted to the spot between the two beds, wanting to cry out, but finding that his voice had disappeared.  When the boy could move again and had reassured himself that the man had both his eyes, he clambered onto the bed, not particularly trying to be quiet. 

When his teacher didn't wake up immediately as any decent ninja should when having their bed invaded, Kakashi laid a small hand on his shoulder and shook it gently, the tears welling up in his wide eyes threatening to drip all over the blanket at a moment's notice.  The blond man stirred and opened one eye with a grunt.  Yawning, he shifted enough to peer through the shadows at the one who had the nerve to wake him up in the middle of the night.  Kakashi leaned back on his heels and moved his lips as if to say something, but still no sound would come.  His teacher, confused, moved the blankets aside and sat up, ruffling the boy's silvery hair with one hand. 

"What are you doing up?" he asked quietly, to which the boy could only manage to answer with a shake of his head.  Shadows of the dream still lingered in the recesses of his memory, seemingly in wait for an opportune moment to strike once again.   

"Hey…what's wrong?"

"Um…I had a dream that…our…our team all died except for me…and…." The latter part of the boy's explanation came out in a soft rush, but Kakashi found he couldn't quite remember exactly how everyone had died in the dream. 

"Ah…." He had expected as much, knowing that Genins of such a young age were entitled to a nightmare of that sort once in a while.  Perhaps it would have been a better idea to prevent the talented ones from graduating until they could better cope with the realities of shinobi life, but no one challenged the system.  "It was a just a dream, Kakashi…. Go back to sleep—we have a big day tomorrow," he continued with a tired smile and gave the boy another vague pat on the head.

"Nm."  The little Genin nodded, but made no move to return to his own bed. 

"Er…." The boy's teacher scratched his head awkwardly, not being all that experienced in these sorts of things.  "You can sleep in my bed if you want…."

Lying down again, he moved over to make enough room for another person.  Without any hesitation at all, Kakashi curled up against him, shaking a bit as the adrenaline built up by panic receded.  "It was so scary…. I really thought you were dead…."

"Dreams can be scary sometimes, but it wasn't real."

"Nn…."

 With a sigh, he laid a warm, comforting hand on the boy's back.  "Ne…Kakashi, can't you hear my heart?"

"…Yes…."

"See?  It's still beating…."

[Luna sez: I tried to sidestep the Yondaime name issue, but it sounds a little awkward this way….  If anyone has any ideas for that, let me know.  And I'm not forgetting Kakashi's female companion, I'm just conveniently ignoring her.]