This series are a load of really short pieces that supposedly come from the minds of the Naruto characters. I sort of got up this morning and realised that some of the trains of thought in Naruto are really quite beautiful and was partly inspired by "Living to death"'s short piece on Gaara. This particular monologue is, of course, Sakura, and is written in the style of a diary. So please enjoy, and, as i say, be absolutely ruthless with the reviews because I can't do anything with praise. :D:D
Enjoy.
I had a dream this morning
I had a dream this morning. It was the perfect dream; one of those dreams that you never want to wake up from, you know? A dream that you could just sit in and suspend time forever, uncaring of the outside world, merely blissfully floating through the ideals and perfect events of your imagination.
This dream was a bit late in coming, for I have been hoping against hope for its plot to happen for as long as I can remember. There was a small patch of happiness, very far back. But a missing presence is like a dark patch of shadow where a cloud has penetrated a sunny day.
In the dream, I was stood on the main street of Konoha. Just stood there, watching the crowds move around me like fog, just staring at the main gates. Floating above the busy world. I blinked and, as my eyelids blanked the world for a fraction of a second, all of the civilians fled into the houses and shops, and I was left alone on the trodden down sand. In the distance I see a breaking in the clouds to form a pretty rainbow, arcing to land just behind the great gates. The end seemed to shine with brilliance akin to that of the sun, with a slight disturbance in the centre.
An orange spark against the white. I would have thought red, but it seemed more pleasant than that. I have always thought that hope would appear in blue, or in yellow, but here it was staggering towards me, bright orange. With black on it's back. I knelt down to scream something and the bundle walked a little faster. Until it was metres away. He had done it. After battles and wars, after the deaths of evils, too dark to recount; he had brought my hope and my love back to me.
I smiled as my friends rose to hug me, and we turned as our sensei's comforting arms bound us closer together, to face the camera, and pose for our group picture…