He was bound to a mangled wooden cross, one that barely supported his weight. A world inverted, where there was only black and white comprising what he could see by his own eyes.
"Within the realm of Tsukuyomi.... Space.... Time.... Everything.... is under my control." The effector of the genjutsu Itachi slowly stepped forward, among the many realistic versions of himself among the crowd. "For the Next seventy-two hours.. I will continually stab you with these katanas..." Itachi lunged the blades into Kakashi's stomach. Kakashi reacted to the horrible pain as his insides were torn apart. As his oppressor mentioned, the torture he withstood did not relent. There was no change in his eyes, such cruelty enacted by their sight, no emotion whatsoever.
One agonizing thrust after another, Kakashi screamed, his ears the sole recipients of the atrocity. "So.. this is the power of the Tsukuyomi...?" The malice brought upon him was what he had thought unthinkable. It was at true reason the most powerful genjutsu known preformed by a master, a supreme prodigy of the Sharingan. Anything he would suffer would be without caution, full force. With no frame of reference, Kakashi could never know how much longer it would be. Survival. Endurance. These were the skills a of ninja, yet with such strength the jutsu had, he felt nothing in his mind could conquer it. There was no escape. He had to endure.
"One hour has passed. There are seventy one hours remaining." Itachi spoke once more, continually slashing into the Leaf ninja's digestive system, now shredded asunder. Kakashi gasped for air with every blow. His lungs were clogging, blood running up from his esophagus forbidding any respiration. He could not save himself, the tight ropes against him barred his movement. The light faded from the already darkened illusion.
Kakashi awoke, dorsally inclined on a hospital bed, his heart rate increased beyond any normal shinobi's. A mere illusion of thoughts and dreams. No, not remotely close to a dream, a nightmare given time to expand without the will of the mind to intercept. One thing was certain, he had to stop over-working himself on missions.
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Hey everybody! Well, this was my first 'drabble', as people call them. Little, short one-shots that normally are around 100 words. See the problem with the last part there? Yeah... not entirely my style. Though I did love how it turned up. Nothing like spending time staring at the manga, hm? I've gotta thank a certain person for dragging me into this, because it wouldn't have come about without her. She knows who she is :) These drabbles are somewhat a joint work, shuffling through playlists and taking the first five songs. Music used for this one; 'Wake Up' by Three Days Grace, yeah, distorted the title. Cauchemar is the french word for Nightmare, so I'm sorry if I spoiled the conclusion to any bilinguals like myself. I think I've got a new-(maybe more along the lines of improved) outlook on writing, that something doesn't have to be overly descriptive to be good. Reviews are welcome, warranted criticisms are looked into and all that jazz. Until my next drabble update (which should be soon, there's still four more left!)
