This was just a little something that came to me.
I think it turned out pretty good.
I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Only the idea belongs to me.


She was frozen where she stood, rendered motionless. Her eyes were wide, full of terror. Once again, she was a young kunoichi, forced to relive the day her team had died. How her sensei stood no chance against the enemy, sacrificing himself so his students had a chance get away. But his sacrifice only distracted them for a short time. One by one, as his students tried to get away, they fell until she was the only one that remained.

Just as her teammates did, she tried to get away. But to no avail. It took little effort for the enemy to stop her. Her feet were knocked out from under her, causing her to tumble forward onto the ground. The front of her body collided with the ground, making a loud THUD.

A hand wrapped around her ankle, dragging her across the ground. She tried to dig her fingers into the ground in a desperate attempt to get away. But it didn't do any good. She was pulled further back, then a knee pressed into her lower back to keep her in place.

She turned her head, looking over her shoulder. Her terror filled eyes met the eyes of the man above her. Eyes full of such malice and wickedness that they would haunt her for the rest of her life.

There was no point in begging for her life. The way he had mercilessly struck down her teammates and sensei told her that there was no way he'd let her go. And that was confirmed when he plunged his weapon into the middle of her shoulder blades.

With a gasp, she jolted awake. A few tears escaped the corners of her eyes. Her hands were quick to reach around behind her, but there was nothing there. No wound, no blood. A glance around told her that she was at home. Her breathing was shaky, and her body trembled, still reeling from her dream.

"Hey... What's wrong?" The voice came from beside her, laced with grogginess.

She tried to keep herself together as she looked beside her.

A man with brown eyes gazed at her. He yawned, running a hand through his brown hair.

"I..." Her voice failed her. She swallowed, her throat feeling heavy. Unable to hold herself together anymore, she buried her face in her hands, tears flowing freely.

In an instant, strong arms were wrapped around her. And she was pulled into a warm chest.

"I'm here." His voice was soft as he murmured to her.

"... Thank you." It was barely a whisper. She slid her arms around him, pressing her face into his shoulder.

He remained silent, pressing a soft kiss to her hair before letting his chin rest on the top of her head. His hand rested on her waist, where his thumb gently rubbed against her side. He continued to hold her against him, holding her as long as it took for her to calm down.

After a while, she was able to relax enough doze off into a light sleep.

He remained sat up, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. One more kiss to the side of her head and a murmur of 'I love you'. Then he closed his own eyes. But he didn't fall asleep. He merely sat there, ready to awake her at a second's notice that she was having another nightmare.