Scream for me little girl. Scream so loud that you lovely little voice grows harsh and strained. I can't imagine a more intoxicating lullaby.
She shook her head and pulled the unconscious ninja closer to her. Her eyes moved around the small cell, but nothing was clear. Her vision was blurred due to an unpredictable splash of something. Judging by the burning in her eyes and along the surface of her face, she would guess it was acid. That thick coppery taste coated the back of her throat, even though she was fairly certain that she was no longer bleeding. Her hand ran over the boy's blond hair in an attempt to comfort; she knew she wasn't comforting him. He was knocked out cold and could probably care less at the moment if she were to get up and leave. No. She was trying to comfort herself. Trying to lull herself into that false sense of security; driving back the urge of panic that attempted to set fire to her chest. Two of her fingers were broken. She could feel the horrifying rush of blood and could feel the grotesque swelling that lit through her disfigured digits. She began to rock slowly, cradling Naruto in her arms tight against her chest. They were in severe trouble. If he were to wake up, she could properly analyze the situation. But in his current condition he was causing her nothing but concern.
A black blur was all that moved in her vision. Her senses heightened as rage entered her chest. Against her better judgment she growled at the figure, hoping that it was whoever was holding them as captives.
"You will let us go!"
"You are a foolish, foolish child." The voice was masculine, strong but faint as if her were speaking to her from a rooms length away. It wasn't a voice she recognized. She could hear her own pulse beating in her ears, humming against her eardrums and vibrating her chest as she began to tremble. She clamped her useless eyes shut and forced her self to take deep calming breaths. She couldn't let panic get the best of her and she would not let fear win out over common sense. A smell brought her eyes open. She tried to blink back the haze, knowing that it was a futile effort. She knew that smell. It worked through her every day. That subtle smell of flowers.
"You're going to die. You just have to face it." A female voice rose out of the fog. Again it was something that wasn't familiar. Her stomach rumbled and a gag pulled at the back of her throat. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip her eyes from her sockets, just to make them work. Without warning Naruto jolted against her. Suddenly his body was convulsing uncontrollably. She brought her hand up to steady his head as the seizure rode him. She almost let out a scream as something erupted from his mouth. In the dark she couldn't make out the color. A shudder ran over her as she tried to keep Naruto from busting his head open. She cringed and brought her face down, bringing her hand up. She hesitated before she took a deep breath in.
A metallic scent filled her sinuses and crept down the back of her throat. Her heart lurched forward as her mind went into over drive. She would have much rather had the smell of rancid vomit hit her than that. She pushed him gently off of her lap and set her ear down on his chest. Not only could she not catch whether or not he was breathing due to the seizure, but she also didn't hear a heart beat. She brought her face up next to his mouth waiting for that warm brush across her cheek, but it didn't come.
His body went limp and settled onto the dark cell floor.
"NARUTO!" She screamed and felt for his pulse. There wasn't even a faint rise in the vein. She quickly started pumping his chest. Tears streamed down her face, as she felt her way up to his face. She quickly tilted his chin back and began to force air into his lungs. Quickly she moved back and began pumping his chest.
"Dammit, Naruto! Wake up! Stay with me!" She screamed at his lifeless body as she moved back up to attempt to breath life back into him. She shook her head violently, and went back to his chest. She pulled all of the chakra she could muster and forced it into her hands. She flared her fingers out in and sent the chakra through him, arching his body off of the floor. No response. Her world began to crumble around her.
Sweat rolled down her body dampening the sheets as she thrashed about, flinging them away from her. With a painful gasp, her eyes flew open staring up at the slowly turning fan blades. Her chest heaved violently as she gripped the sheets, her hands cramping painfully from the strain. She gathered her bearings and forced herself to sit up. Those voices rang in her head, the scent of Naruto's blood lingered on her tongue yet the only thing that existed in reality was the tears that moistened her face. She clutched the front of her shirt as she closed her eyes. Nightmares were fine by her as long as she woke up from them. It was the realistic ones that truly bothered her. Those that created de ja vu experiences that could almost signal premonitions. She settled back onto the bed but frowned. She rolled over and snatched her pillow from the floor. With a huff she slapped it on the head of the mattress, beat it into submission and finally suffocated it with her head. She grumbled to herself as she turned over, curling into a fetal position and staring out of the window. The moon gleamed in mockingly as if it were tempting her to fade back to sleep. Just waiting for her to enter that deep level so that the nightmares could resume. Isn't that the way it always happened? The good dreams, those that left you aching for more, were completely impossible to reclaim. But those horrid awful nightmares, those were the ones that you would re-enter almost as soon as you closed your eyes. Fuck.