Full Summary: He's had the same dream for years. As hard as he tries, he can't stop the water from pulling him down. One night, he sees a familiar figure watching him fall. Somehow, for some reason, it gives him hope. He just wants to be saved from his dreams – and himself.

Warnings: (future) rape, drug use, sex for drugs, torture, yaoi. Don't like, don't read.

This happened every night, every time he wanted sleep.

It started the same. Below him, clear, dark blue water led down to a black void. Above him, the sunset kissed the skies the colors of fire. There was nothing else when he looked around him – no land, no animals and no other humans. Chakra flowed to his feet, a basic act after years of being a shinobi, and he could easily stand on the top of the water, letting the cold waves lick at his toes and shoes.

It was quiet. He had fleeting thoughts that he had gone deaf until the waves slapped higher against his shoes. When he looked down, he had to shake his head before he recognized the curling of the water around his ankles. Panic hit him like a train and he tried to pull his legs free. As soon as he moved, the water became more vicious and wrapped around his body faster, up to his waist and he was yanked down. He kicked his legs in an effort to break free, but it felt like an invisible force was sucking him down.

As the water reached his torso, he sent chakra to his hands and arms to scrabble and claw at the top of the water to pull himself up. The harder he pulled up, the harder the water pulled him down. He clenched his teeth as a way to ignore the pain; it felt as if his joints were being torn apart the harder he fought against the pull. With one more harsh tug, he maneuvered his body free, onto the top of the water, gasping for air into his lungs.

The water calmed under him, like it was at first, and he slowly pushed himself to his knees, taking his time as if too much movement would start the struggle all over again. He gladly accepted the deafening silence because it meant peace.

But then, just when he started thinking it might be safe, the water separated under him. He would have fallen if the water hadn't come up like a claw around his middle and pulled him down again. He forced chakra to his hands again, but this time he acted too late, and the force taking him down was too strong. It felt dense, as if it was pushing from all directions onto his body as it took him down farther. He kicked and waved his arms, but nothing helped at all. He only succeeded in exhausting himself. Below the surface, the blue water was still clear and reflected the colors of the sky.

It became harder to hold his breath, and he looked up for one last time before he knew he had to breathe in.

Vision blurred, this time by the rippling surface of the water, he saw a flash of yellow, orange, and black against the sky. It was a person. Why were they here? Would they save him?

Then, he felt his lungs fail him and he took a deep breath.