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This is the beta-ed version, thanks to Lazy-Hime.
Nightmare Central
1
Kakashi noiselessly crept along the dark hall. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, dampening his dark blue face mask. His one visible eye was narrowed in concentration. There remained only three metres between him and safety. He didn't sense anyone nearby, but he was seasoned enough to know that only because he didn't sense them didn't mean they weren't about to catch him.
Was it him or had the hallway suddenly gotten darker?
One single mistake would spell his doom. Shouldn't there be more noise? It was too silent, maybe he was caught in a genjutsu. Kakashi seriously considered the use of his Sharingan. The silver haired Jounin was so deep in thought, that he never sensed the other's presence before a big, tanned hand fell on his shoulder, holding him in place with an unyielding grip.
Kakashi froze in terror. He. Had. Been. Caught. Nooooooooo!
"Now, now, Kakashi, you weren't trying to get out of your punishment, were you?" a deep, kind voice chided gently.
I will not beg, I will not beg, I will not beg…to hell with pride.
Kakashi turned his head and looked at his blond haired captor. "I'm sorry, sensei, I'll never do it again, please have mercy!" he begged hurriedly.
His sensei merely chuckled amusedly. "I warned you repeatedly, Kakashi. Hopefully the memory of your punishment today will be enough to prevent you from committing the same crime in the future."
A second hand fell down on Kakashi's shoulders, turning him bodily and forcing him to walk back the way he had come. To Kakashi the hands felt like steel manacles. He. Was. Doomed.
Together they walked along the yellow painted hallway, passing several different coloured doors on the way, muffled voices and laughter could be heard behind them.
When they came face to face with a purple door that was decorated with yellow butterflies, Kakashi attempted one last time to escape his fate, "Arashi-sensei, I swear I will never touch one again. I'll even burn my collection."
The tall blond man simply smirked at the distraught teen, opened the door and pushed the petrified Jounin into the room.
"Have fun, Kakashi! They will be picked up at 5 pm." With one last evil smirk at his pupil's plight, Arashi closed the door and walked away. Duty was calling and if he wanted to be on time when he picked his son up in the afternoon, he needed to get to his office now.
The closing of the door sounded like the gong that signalled the end of his life to Kakashi. Adrenaline surged through his veins hot and fast as he observed at the sea of expectant faces that had turned to look at him.
I am doomed.
There were twelve of them, round faced, chubby cheeked, big eyed. He was outnumbered and at their mercy.
As he continued to watch them, some of them started to sprout evil smiles or smirks. One even bared his teeth at him. They had sensed his fear.
I am dead.
Unsure of how to proceed, he breathed a sigh of relief when most of them turned away disinterestedly after a couple of minutes of staring. Perhaps, if he didn't move, they wouldn't attack and forget he was there?
Then one of them, who had been sitting in one of the back corners, looked up and shrieked happily, "'Kashi-kun!" The yellow haired foe ran up to him and clutched his leg. Big, brightly shining blue eyes looked up at him, accompanied by an even bigger smile.
Ignoring the way the temporarily abandoned black haired companion glared death at him, Kakashi stretched one hand out and patted soft yellow hair.
"I'm glad to see you, too, Naru-chan," he lied through his teeth.
TBC
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