Hello, this the same story that Tofulover had... since that was my old To make a long story short, I got a new email address and didn't find out I could edit my email until after I created Icygirl2008. So no I'm not taking credit for someone elses story cause I wrote it! Well, thank you for reading!


A Dream and A Memory

Do you sleep when you dream…?

or

Do you dream when you sleep…?

An agonizing scream shrieked across through out the household, as footsteps of panic and fear could be heard across the traditional wooden floor. A raging fire had started burning down the paper doors and seeping into the room, its immense heat made the human's eyes water. Intruders dashed silently, mercilessly slaughtering ever one in harm's way. Blood splattered everywhere, its crimson color staining the white robes of their possessors as the heat and crackling of the fire drew deeper and deeper into the wooden mansion.

A far off memory is like a fallen dream…

Throughout the fear and panic, a young woman scooped up her young toddler, and made a mad dash toward the exit. Her blood mingled with her tears as it dripped from her face as she retreated down the dim-lighted narrow street and drew farther and farther away from the suffering mansion. Her sprint lessened to a slowly grueling pace, her breaths had become harsh gasps for air. Despite the deep wound on her side caused by the sharp blade of a sword, she continued to cradle her child. She crept painfully through the snow, it coldness showed no mercy on the shivering woman.

At last, she reached her destination; using the rest of her strength she gave the first and final echoing knock on the wooden door before collapsing into the white snow. Blood spilled into the pureness of the snow staining it beautiful color, but the woman still gripped her sleeping child in her thin cold arms. Tears cascaded once more down the woman's pale face as she stared at her sleeping daughter. A smile pursed her lips as she placed one last kiss on her daughter's forehead.

A fallen dream is like a far off memory…

"Live… Live… Be happy… My beloved, Hinata…" she whispered gently for she knew her time to leave was near. The wooden door finally swung open, as a young man glanced back and forth expecting to see a person waiting and finally caught a glance at the bloody mess in front of him. His eyes widened, as he immediately rushed to the woman's side.

"S-Sayo…?" he stated in disbelief as he examined the young woman's face. The young woman smiled softly, as the young man stared horrified at her wound.

"We have to get you to a hospital immediately!" he said frantically as he placed his hand on her wound in hopes to stop the continuous bleeding. But the young woman, Sayo, just shook her head as she released her grip and handed her young daughter, Hinata to him.

I want to align them…

Gently, he took the young girl into his arms, as he glanced back to Sayo, in confusion.

"Onegai…(I beg of you…) Take… care … of Hinata…" she muttered in her last breath as she reached her hand out toward the young man.

"W-What…?" he responded, unsure of what to do, "But Sayo… I have my own family… how could I take care of your d-." He was cut off as he stared into Sayo's teary pleading eyes, he stared at the dieing woman for what seemed like a life time. Until his mind was made up as he clasped Sayo's shivering hand with his warm one still holding Hinata in the other as he began to speak.

"Sayo… I will… I promise… So let's get you to a hospital…" he answered sternly. Sayo just gave a small smile as tears continued streamed down her face as she whispered her final words so softly that even he could not hear, then her grip on his hand loosened, and her pearl eyes slowly closed. She was gone and all that remained was a lifeless body in soft snow.

Yours

"Sayo…?" he called softly at the young woman as he touched her cold pale skin. He then rebounded his hand from the woman's face and clutched it into a fist. The young man remained silent as he wrapped his warm muscular arms around the young Hinata for he knew Sayo was dead. She was dead yet held such a peaceful expression, an expression telling everyone, "Don't be sad…"

"Otou-san (Father)?" his five-year-old son questioned as he took note of his father kneeling in the cold snow, "What's wrong?" he asked as he approached his silent father.

"Sasuke…" his father responded

"Nani?(What?)" he answered back

"Meet your new little sister, Hinata." his father turned towards him, not allowing him to see the death that had occurred there.

"Eh?" asked the confused Sasuke as his father led him back into the house. The young man gave one last long look at Sayo and then closed the door letting silence prevail once more along the narrow dim-lighted street.

and mine

Bolded lines by: Kingdom Hearts II Opening


Well... how was it good... bad... okay...? Yes, this is a SasuHina fanfiction, I'm sorry for those who do not like the couple... but please no flames. I would appreciate if your reviews. Thank you in advance.