My Story... My Nightmare

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor any of the characters involved in this story.

Warnings: There will be violence, adult content/situations and rude language so this is your warning if you don't like any of those things. Rating T for now but will go up to M later.

This is my first Shikamaru/Sakura pairing fic so I'm sorry if any characters are a little OC. Also this is the first story that I'm uploading on this new account as I made my old account when I was like 12 and I haven't updated any of my old stories in about three years... opps! But I am going to try to be better with this new account like not having more than one story going at a time. I plan to finish each story before moving on to a new one this time lol

Anyway I'm sorry if Shikamaru seems a little out of character he is my favourite character in Naruto but I have never attempted to write him before and I'm finding it difficult to stay true to his personality with my story plot. I promise after this chapter he will be more true to character this is just the prologue to establish the setting and give some background details. Also sorry about any spelling or grammar, especially the grammar lol I am not going to pretend I was ever good at english so sorry about that but I think my writing isn't to terrible at least its readable unlike many fics I'v read so don't bother bitching about it cause I could really care less about my spelling and grammar I write for fun and thats it I don't have time to have a beta so this is about as good as its gonna get lol :)

Anyway hope you enjoy and please review!

I was never like the other kids.

I always knew I was different and it wasn't just because of the way I looked even though that made up a big part of it. Sure most kids didn't have eyes like mine… ok so no one had eyes like mine but still I didn't see why people made such a big deal about them, so what if they were completely black? The Hyūga clan was known for possessing their clan's Kekkei Genkai the Byakugan that resulted in their eyes being pure white and no body looked at them the way they looked at me.

For as long as I can remember people have treated me differently whether it be them unconsciously moving away from me in the streets and in the hallways of the academy or when parents glared at me if I went anywhere near their children immediately grabbing them and pulling them away. I wasn't ignorant enough to not know about the whispers that followed me everywhere I went.

I knew what people thought of me… I knew what they said.

"Demon child"

"How could Shikaku and Yoshino given birth to that… thing?"

"Freak"

"Why does the Hokage let that thing attend the academy?"

"Monster"

"He should have been the one that died not Yoshino"

"Murderer"

"Stay away from him"

I didn't know why I was like the way I was. No one in my clan could do what I could. To them our clans special ninjutsu was just thata ninjutsu a powerful one yes but a ninjutsu all the same, nothing more and nothing less. That was until I was born…

My parents had always wanted a child and had tried for years to conceive to only be unsuccessful every time. So when I was conceived I was considered a miracle. My mother Yoshino had always dreamt of a son so when they found out they were having a boy it was like a dream come true… but sometimes having your dreams come true can feel like a nightmare. Because getting what you want always comes with strings attached.

My mother's pregnancy was not an easy one. My father had told me that my mother had been bedridden through her third trimester and was at high risk of having a miscarriage. Apparently something had gone wrong during my birth and the medic Nin's could not save us both. My father had had to choose whose life to save and whose to sacrifice for the other. It had all come down to my mother begging my father to save me so on the same day I was born my mother had died giving her own life to save mine.

But sometimes I wished she hadn't. Because I wasn't exactly the child that either of my parents had dreamt of. Sure other than my eyes I looked completely normal, the splitting image of my father I have been told but it was my eyes that gave away what was inside me. Pure ebony orbs there was no pupil, no iris, no sclera… nothing but pure darkness filled my eyes.

Everyone else in the Nara clan could use our clan's ninjutsu to manipulate shadows but I was different… I always had been.

My clans ninjutsu wasn't just a ninjutsu to me… it wasn't a ninjutsu at all actually. The shadows… the darkness… the element that my clan could manipulate it wasn't just something that I could manipulate or control it was a part of me… an extension of my body.

Most children my age were scared of the dark. Scared of the shadows and creatures that lurked within its depths. But it didn't scare me if there was one place where I felt most at peace it was in the darkness surrounded by the shadows.

Unlike my clan members I did not need to attach my shadow to my opponents to trap them in my hold for I was a master of my element and every shadow belonged to me. I understood the shadows in a way that no one every had I understood that every living being needed their shadow to survive for it was an extension of their person a part of their very soul visible for the world to see. I also understood that if I wanted to I could rip a persons shadow away from their body in under a second killing them instantly.

So yes I knew why people were afraid of me it wasn't just because of my eyes even though I knew that was a large part of the reason it was because they knew that at any moment I could trap their shadow and they would be mine to control. They would be left as nothing more than a puppet and I its master.

My abilities did not just stop at being able to trap and steal people's shadows from them though. That was only the basics, simply a slight variation of what my clan members could already do with their manipulation ninjutsu.

I was a master of my element and combine that with the intelligence my clan was so well-known for I was almost unstoppable. So the shadows… the darkness… they were all mine… mine to control mine to command and there was absolutely nothing that I couldn't do with my element.

But despite what people thought I wasn't a monster. I didn't murder innocent people and I didn't steal people's shadows. Could I? Yes I could. But would I? No I wouldn't. I did not like fighting even though both my father and the Hokage himself had insisted on my early enrolment to the academy both men agreeing that my abilities were not to be wasted. Quiet frankly I would rather be sitting alone in my clan's forest watching the clouds where the trees thick density caused the most wonderful shadows and darkness to flood the area.

But even though it was troublesome my father and the Hokage had plans for me plans that even if I did not agree with I had to follow through with because that was what was expected of me.

My name is Shikamaru Nara. I was born on September 22nd. I am six years old. I have an IQ of 210. I am the reason my mother is dead. I am not the child my parents dreamed of. I do not have any friends nor do I want any. I do not like fighting but not becoming a Shinobi was never a choice for me. I like to sit in my clan's forest and watch the clouds. I like to be alone… because being alone is something I have always been… but most of all I hate dreams… because a dream was the reason I was born and the nightmare that followed that dream is the reason I am like I am.

The problem is dreams don't come true. It's the nightmares that always seen to become the reality.

So this is my story… this is my nightmare.