I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.
I got this idea from a dream I had similar to
Kabuto's dream in my story. Reviews would
please me. I like to be pleased.
"You can't run forever little boy!" came the chilling voice of the man who was chasing me.
I run; I run as far as I can but it is never far enough. Again I bob and weave my way through the trees and bushes. The opening of light is there again as always. And as always I burst through thinking I'm safe only to meet my two options of death; suicide or murder, cliff or knife, fall or stab.
"You're finished!" he grabs me by the shoulder to spin me around.
I do not want to see his face twisted with blood lust. His psychotic smile matched with eyes only seeking my demise. I do not want to see, but I have to. When I meet his blazing expression I feel, once more, recognition, a familiar face yet unfamiliar.
He has silver hair that is long and pulled back, glasses with a black wire frame, and his eyes, though masked by killing desire, are all too distinguishable.
They're my eyes. They are, without a doubt, the eyes that I see in the mirror each morning. The man is me, but a much older me. He is about to slaughter me; I am about to slaughter me, but a shaking sucks me out of my repetitive nightmare before I can.
"Kabuto, sweetheart, you were having a bad dream. Wake up. Are you okay?" my mother's voice calmed my nervous mind. "Was it the same one?"
"Yes, Mommy, but I'm fine."
Crash!
A loud sound off in the distance followed by screams and the smell of burning wood had her running to the window of our tiny bedroom. Something was wrong.
Before I knew it she was wrapping me in a blanket and carrying me into the only other room in our house. I was set down as my mother opened the closet and pulled away a blanket to reveal a hidden bunker. She lowered me down into the hole promising me, in tears:
"I'll be back. Stay here. I'll be back."
She never came.
Now that nightmare followed by that memory is engraved into my brain as one horrendous dream. That night forever haunts me because I have become my worst nightmare.
I have become the man from my dream.