Title: Real or Not

Summary: Do you know the difference between what is real and what is a dream? To be alive and true, breathing the air of reality. Decide which do you think is real…

Author: mizuaqua99 or Mizu-chan

Rating: PG-13 to Mature

Warnings: There are a lot of time changes throughout the whole story. There will be OCC's, this is a modernized story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and characters.

AN: I do not suspect this to be perfect and yes it contains yaoi. There will be boyXboy content here. If you wish to flame before reading my notes or my warnings then well we will see. I gave you a heed of warning before hand. Anyways hope you enjoy.

Prologue:

The morning was quiet and crisp were all the birds chirped themselves into a dazzling chorus. A blonde male opened his eyes grasping the wind frowning alone in the room.

"Naru…?"

A young female whispers softly entering the room looking at the young blonde. He dropped his hand gently on the sheet looking towards the female. She took a small step forward to him gently.

"Time to eat…"

She held a tray of food among her hands looking at his reaction. He turned away not interested in the food she held making her look saddened. A frown marred her face while she sets down the tray pushing him up as she assists him to sit up.

"He'll be here soon."

She said to him gently as she could mutter. He turned to face her nodding to her slowly.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

She knows she could have not asked the question, obviously. A tube slowly had some liquid drip from him slowly. She fluffed the pillows fixing him placing the cushions behind him. He looked towards the outside with pale solemn eyes. He feels tired and wanted to sleep only for her to open the windows. She gripped the plate and slowly takes a spoonful nearing to his face. He was not hungry but he was too tired. His eyes slowly closed as the food neared his lips. His mouth opened swallowing the food slowly.

"He is coming soon."

She knew the real truth like many others. He closed his eyes to sleep. He no longer cared. She closed the windows once again and opened the TV. He was fast asleep. She cleaned up and left closing the door behind her. The next morning became clear.

"Today has sunny skies with no chance of rain this time. Wonderful day it is! This is the first day of summer everyone!"

He opened his eyes and closed them once more. He hates summer; it was too bright for him. The weather would be unbearable for him. They had programs for many people like him. He was too tired. She came in again with some breakfast. The window was still open so he could hear the birds chirping. He opened his eyes hearing her explain about a new day.

"He's coming soon."

Same statement like as of yesterday. He leaned on the bed closing his eyes only to reopen to see it was dark. The window was shut again and he went back to slumber.

"Naru…"

He looks to see his parents at his side holding his hand closely to their faces.

"Are you feeling well?"

He could only nod in response.

"Make sure you rest."

It's too hot to rest. Heat is unbearable and the room was stuffy. He closed his eyes before opening them. His mother was talking about the new and recent activities that he may enjoy. His father leaned against the wall listening.

"He will be back soon."

Same lie. He hardly cared anymore. He left him. He won't come back. That's his reality. No one will care. His eyes would slowly close and he was tired. His mother stood and left. His father followed. He heard them leave and woke up again. He wondered what to do and could only imagine life outside. He was too tired to even dream. All he wants is to sleep. To never wake up and forever rest.

"Time to go out…"

She would go to his bed and help him out to the wheelchair. He closed his eyes to sleep. He felt tired to even rest. He felt the sun warm up his cold legs. Too bright again was all the sun can be.

"Want to read a book…"

He did not answer. He felt the wind blow on his leg and his body shivered. She placed a blanket on his legs.

"Be back in 3 hours, okay?"

She left him be.

"Naru…!"

Another patient ran to him. The young boy smiled and points to the trees. He nods and the boy runs off. Too happy he thought. He felt tired. Those words broke him before the car did. He remembered the screams and shouts of the people. He remembered their voice to call for help. The blood splashed among on the floor with the glasses around him; his blood upon the floor.

"Hang in there!"

Someone shouts. His parent sobs on the news. The life counted in the hospital bills of surgeries his parents willed to pay. Doctors coming in and out of his room to check on his condition, to see if he is even alive. White walls in all sides. His life before his eyes, questions from all sides. They never end and were never answered.

"Time for lunch…"

She held a plate to him. He saw the green grass on his side. The nurse laid him on the grass to mostly get him back in the way of the living. It poked his face and he disliked it. He was too tired to sit up.

"It's rice and some meat."

She told. Hospital food always tasted bland to him. He closed his eyes only to feel the spoon. The spoon in his mouth, full of food. He swallowed no tasting.

"He will be here."

All lies. He was too tired to talk. They are useless to him. Words killed him and will always linger. Small words to big words, phrases to even sentences. They all soon after killed him.

"Do you want to go back inside? It's too hot here?"

She looked to him. He did not reply and she fixed him back on his wheelchair. Did he want to go home? He did not care. Did he really want to see him? He heard cries of children from the pain. Mothers or soon to be mother's coughing. Father's waiting for their wife to be done giving birth. Too tired to even feel sorry for them. The stench of death whisked past his nose. He could only wait for time. Time was all he had. His life broken by those simple words. He did not care no any longer. Back to his bed, his body lay. His eyes were closed.

"Want to watch the news?"

The television was on. The noise of the colored box filled the whole room. His body numb and blankets covered his frame. His eyes were watching the same box. She left the room. He felt tired once again that he could not sleep. Too tired to sleep. Night began to fall and his room once cold.

"It's night now."

It was obvious.

"Are you hungry? We need to change your bag. Drip… Drip…"

She tried to sound joyful. It did not help. The clinking of the metal was heard. He was too tired.

"Do you ever wonder about your life?"

He turned to face her.

"It's sad right?"

She whispers.

"Do you want to be well and live life outside? I heard that your heart is well."

If only she knew.

"Still pumping like normal... Badump… Badump…"

She made pounding noises on the table.

"Pounding is all I can illustrate. Well goodnight."

She closed the window.

The TV slowly turned off and she left. He could watch her leave.

"Have a good sleep."

He tries.

"…."

He's dying slowly but all in all.

Death is next.

~End of Prologue~

AN: Hello everyone and how are you? Everything well? Who is the young man I am speaking of? Why is he in the hospital? We will see! Take care and please review!

R&R