Her Dreaming
I was dreaming...something different than my regular dreams.
No matter how much I wanted to...I could never wake up from the dream.
It just seemed too real to be a dream...yet it had to be.
In the dream...we were older than we are now.
The dream that I didn't know I was dreaming...it showed me what I had to do.
That I didn't have forever...that I didn't know when I would die.
….The dream...was it a sign?...a sign to give me new-found determination?
Or was it really just a dream?...maybe it was...who knows.
His reaction in the dream...was that a sign as well?
His reaction made me feel...like everything was going to be alright...that he accepted me.
I need to know if...my hopes won't be crushed...that he will accept my feelings.
I don't know what I would do if...he rejected me...if everything was for not.
...Today...I need to tell him
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I had lost it all...everything around me...that I had loved...was gone.
There were only a few of us left...out of everyone...only a small force of us were still among the living.
We had fought on long enough in this merciless war...we had lost too many to keep going.
For a whole year we had to fight against what many believed was the ultimate evil...he certainly didn't give us any doubt that he was.
At the beginning there were fifty thousand of us, all of us united under one flag...one year later...only one hundred of us were left.
Before this war...I could have never said that I truly hated anyone...I can't say that anymore.
I absolutely loathe the man that had done all of this to us, caused every single one of us so much pain. He would pay, we would make sure he did.
We could all hear his army marching towards the gate...it was almost time...for the next fight...to the death...or to victory.
No matter what would happen to us, we would give our lives trying to stop this...madman...the one that stole everything we cared about...our friends, our husbands, our wives, our children...our home.
He had stolen plenty from me as well...He stole my sister...he stole my brothers in all but blood...and he stole my father...stolen...and tortured.
I refused to cry when I heard the news...that they had been found...alive...but dead.
I couldn't believe them, I couldn't believe that someone could live, but be dead at the same time...I had to see it for myself.
…..and I sure did...and that image will forever be burned into my mind...the image of those four...their...dull, glazed eyes...the lifeless look on their faces.
….With an almighty boom, the gates were blasted down...and up he stepped...I could feel an unbridled rage fill my body...yet I knew I could not beat this...monster...alone.
With a mighty war-cry...we started the next fight for our lives.
Countless enemies were struck down...and many of us were taken as well.
I kept fighting, saying to myself that I would not die...not while my love still needed me.
We fought together, drawing strength from each others' will...will that...said that we would not die that day
That strength...apparently wasn't enough.
I suddenly felt...cold...and growing colder...my stomach felt wet...but not from water.
I fell to the unforgiving ground...looking up at the stars above us...knowing that I was about to join the lost.
I blinked...slowly...feeling tired...and then, he was in front of me...holding me close...begging me not to go.
…..I felt so sorry...so sorry that I would not be able to stay with him...that I had never taken the chance...after the first time I told him.
I...slowly...reached up...cupped his cheek...and...gazing into his eyes...which were filled with sadness and tears...told him...that I loved him...with all of my heart...and that I would be with him in the next life...and then I felt myself...freeze.
I was suddenly above myself...looking at my own dead body...and looking at my love...openly weeping...screaming for me to come back to him.
….I stayed with him through it all...though I know he didn't know I was there.
I saw all of his battles, how he kept fighting...trying to stop this war that continued to take so many peoples lives.
And I saw...just how dead his eyes looked after every battle.
….It was finally time...I watched from above...one year later...as the last twenty of us stood...in the middle of our burning village.
It was all about to end...one way...or another.
I tried, with all of my strength...to convey my will, my hope...onto my love...to give him my strength...to let him know that I was there with him...no matter what would happen
I saw my love scream out...his skin aflame with energy, and his eyes filled with conviction...and dash at the enemy.
The last battle of the war had begun.
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I can't get that dream that didn't seem like a dream out of my head...The images still haunt me...yet...show me what I must do.
So many things that had happened in that dream...I have to try and stop...I have to make sure they don't happen.
I have to get stronger...to protect myself, to protect my family, to protect my friends...to protect the one I love.
That dream that was too real to be a dream...It gave me this new...conviction...this new determination...this new...drive.
Maybe...with what the dream that wasn't a dream had given me...maybe I can finally come out with it...I need to know if he will accept me like his dream-self did...or if he will just turn around and walk away.
So lost in my thoughts that I hardly realized training with my team was over until my sensei snapped her fingers in front of my eyes.
I told her I was okay, answering her unasked question...just that I had a lot on my mind...I told them that I would catch up to them later...that I needed to be alone.
I watched as they left, understanding what I had asked of them, and saying back that they would be waiting for me at our usual place to eat.
Sitting on top of one of the training stumps...I just kept thinking about that strange dream...if it had truly been a sign...or if it had really just been my subconscious making up a random dream.
Even if the dream was just a dream...It had given me just what I believed I needed...courage and determination.
"h...h-hey"
I suddenly turn at the new voice, stunned that I had not noticed him coming...and greatly surprised at who was in front of me.
I gazed into those sapphire eyes of his, eyes that were like the ocean, and the eyes that I had fallen in love with...I feel my face lighting up with a blush, and I try to calm my thundering heart.
"N-Naruto-kun?"
I feel all of the courage and determination I had before leave me...and I felt my vision start to go dark...no...I can't faint...I have to do this.
"C-can I ask you a q-question"
I look at him, confused as to what he would ask me...wait...is he blushing?...Can the dream...have really showed me how he would take my confession?
I can't take it...I need to know
"...How d-do you...feel about m-me...
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…...Hinata-chan?"
To be honest I am actually surprised that I was able to get the second part of this out so soon after the first one...shoot I'm not complaining though.
I hope the second part of this three-shot lives up to the first part, and I sure hope the last part will be even better.
The thing I tried to do with this part in difference to the last one is that Naruto's dream focuses on the actions, and what's going on and what has happened. While Hinata's dream focuses on the emotions that were felt as she went through the dream.
Just in case, I feel I should tell you all that the dream Hinata is 18, while the actual one is only 16. Hinata in younger in this one because, if you've noticed, her dream takes part during the battle when she dies, and you don't age after dying do you?
With this, the only part of this three-shot is the last part with will be titled Our Dreaming...three guesses as to what happens lol.
And yes, in case your wondering, I ended this part at the exact spot the last one ended at because I don't want to give away what happens in the third part...and its a good tease lol
I hope you all enjoy this part, and I will try and get the last part out once I'm able to
Till next time
Tenshi Namikaze