A/N: This is completely unbeta-ed and won't be getting regular updates. I just felt like putting it out there, sorry.
She woke in the same place again. In her room located a compound that was no longer hers. Her eyes drifted to the bedroom door and the dull translucent rice paper stared back at her. 'Night time..' She thought groggily with her head somewhat aching and her body feeling fatigue.
Slowly she slid her feet out from underneath the blankets and let them slip onto the tatami floor. It was hard to move. Her body felt lethargic for reasons she couldn't quite pinpoint. Sitting still for a moment, her eyes wandered the interior of her room taking moments to capture the few painting scrolls hanging on the wall. "Odd.." She murmured. Her eyes would not focus on the images upon the said scrolls. Black ink that decorated the white scrolls felt smudged into the background.
Standing up, she made her way to the entrance of the room reaching for the door handle. She lightly slid the door open and peeked into the hallway only to see a sight that made her reel and slam into the wall, but the figure in the hallway didn't move an inch. It was as if it had not heard her. The stranger flicked their weapon before sheathing it. Blood splattered on the walls of the dark hallway to dampen the wallpaper disguising whatever print was on it before with a darkening red. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. She watched as the figure paused only for a moment before turning the corner and after waiting what felt like another five minutes, she let herself wander into the hall to turn the same corner just in time to feel blood splatter on her she brushed her fingers gingerly over the liquid without taking her eyes off the figure.
As if finally noticing her, the figure turned around flashing bright red eyes that peered back at her. 'Who was he..?' She wondered before she heard a choked whisper. "Itachi..."
In that moment all hell broke loose, the bloody splatters on her face started to sear making her tear at her cheeks with her fingers. Screeches echoed the hallway, but she no longer knew if it was her or if it was the whisperer's and when her panicked eyes caught sight of the blooded walls she finally knew exactly what was happening.
Flowers, billions of them, blooming from the atrocious liquid and soaking up its color.