Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto.
The Beige Room- Naruto
It was the middle of the night. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he remembered the dream.
He was sitting in the middle of a beige room. There was a dim light that seemed to come from nowhere. The floor was damp, and there was a smell of fish in the air. He felt sore all over. He couldn't feel his toes. He could taste blood in his mouth. Around him shadows danced on the walls.
There were people in the room. A set of people were wearing Konoha headbands. They did battle with a bunch of humanoid figures cloaked in shadow. Knives flew. Animals were summoned, and destroyed just a quickly. He couldn't see their faces clearly, but the voices shouting sounded familiar. He swore he could hear Sakura's voice shouting, "Shanaro!"
Suddenly, a wave of killing intent appeared behind him. He was picked up by a huge hand. Claws dug into his skin. He was lifted up to a shadowy face. He couldn't see clearly even this close. But he could tell it was smiling.
"Well little hero," he cooed in a voice that was definitely not human, "It's high time I took that strange power of yours." Tentacles appeared on either side of him. Disgusting looking yellow things with purple lips. He knew instinctively that if those things touched him, he would die. It would suck all the blood out of him, and the pain would be the last thing he ever experienced. He tried to fight, but he was too tired. He braced himself for death.
Then something flashed in the corner of his eye. A kunai knife embedded itself in the figures head.
"AAHHHRRRGH," It wailed, "You…" It muttered to a Konoha Shinobi "…Very well…You die first!"
It pulled the knife out of its head, looking annoyed, but otherwise completely unharmed. "…Die…" It lunged at the ninja "DIE!" It gripped the poor Nin around the throat, and lifted him up, and his face became visible. Naruto's heart skipped a beat.
"Sh-…Shikamaru." The figure's tentacles appeared, "Shikamaru…" It pressed them against his body. "No…" Shikamaru's eyes went wide, "No." And his skin turned gray as his blood left his body, "NO!"
He woke up, eyes wide, covered in sweat, breathing hard. He sat up trying to calm himself down. He was in his apartment. There were no people fighting. There were no shadow figures. There was no Shikamaru.
"What the hell…?" he muttered "…I must of have had some bad milk again."
He got up to use the bathroom, and put the dream out of his mind.
If only he knew what was in the works.