A/N: uhhhhhh……yeah nothing much to say…yep…thankz to all the readers out there!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto…..hmmm…but sometimes you have to wait patiently and you will receive…..or you won't….
Every morning I wish it were night again,
for it is only at night and in the depth of my dreams that I can feel you,
and you belong to me.
An ear piercing scream.
A sob with no tears.
Fear.
Red eyes.
Terror.
XXX
"AHHHHHHH!"
Ren's awoke in a flash, his green eyes opened the moment the sudden scream filled the house. His mind still slightly groggy with sleep, but when he recognized that the voice belonged to his mother he immediately shot up from his bed.
"Let me go! Let go! Nooo!" he heard his mother shriek.
He ignored the fact that he was dressed in his sleep wear and preceded to sprint faster then he had ever traveled in his life, his mind racing at what could have made his mother make such a noise. He was afraid of the answer. He tried to located an intruder inside the house, but only found the chakra of his mother.
His Sharigan had activated on impulse.
"Please….please stop." Begging.
He all but smashed through his mother's closed door, landing with a quiet thud. His red eyes searched the room for danger. For whatever could be harming his mother.
He found nothing.
His eyes raced back and forth throughout the room, but after a double check he realized that there was no one but his mother and him in the room.
"P-plea..se stop……don't." He saw his mother shaking on the bed. Her petite body was having multiple spasms; almost seizure-like. He was at her side in half a second.
She shook violently. Her small hands gripped her head, her nails digging into her scalp. Her black hair was spread wildly around her face. Her eyes were closed, but her face was twisted into something of a mix between fear and anger.
He tentatively reached out one of his hands to touch the side of her face.
"Mom…." she made no reaction to the touch, much too deep in the dept of her nightmare to notice the voice calling to her.
"Mom!" This time his voice held a slight bit of panic.
She had been on a mission a few days ago and Ren was worried that something had happed to her to suddenly cause such an on slot of fear. An enemy ninja could have done something to harm her. The thought angered him to the point his hand that was caressing her face started to shake.
Had she been poisoned? No she would have noticed that, after all she was the best medic ninja in the village. A delayed Genjustsu placed on her? That didn't seem too likely as well.
"NOOOOOOO! DON"T TAKE HIM! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
The sudden outburst scared Ren and caused him to leap backwards, letting go of her face in the process.
She starting to make sobbing noises in the back of her throat. Small, bloody crescent marks started to form were her nails gripped her head too hard.
Panic filled him and in his desperation to stop whatever nightmare was plaguing her, he grabbed her wrists tightly and tried to yank her hands away from her head, all the while screaming "Mom! Mom wake up!"
When he finally ripped her hands away from her head, the thrashing of her body stopped. Her wild struggles ended as well and to his relief her eyes slowly opened.
He leaned in closer to her face, a sigh passing his lips. Relief gripped his ever being.
He noticed as she blinked her eyes open they were glazed over and seemed almost wet. Like she was crying, but no little droplets of water could be seen.
In fact he had never once seen her cry. Not when she was injured, not when he was, not when she was happy or sad. Never in his life had he seen her cry tears. He realized just how strange it really was. Even he at some points found himself crying in front of his mother.
His observant eyes landed on her face again, when she had her fully opened eyes focused on him.
He was about to speak when her eyes suddenly grew wide. Terror gripped her every feature. She screamed.
Before he could even think of moving one of her wrists escaped his grip. She had chakra enhanced it and for that reason when she ripped her wrist away it broke three of his fingers.
He let out a hiss of pain that was abruptly interrupted when he felt a collision with his head.
He flew backwards hitting the dresser that was behind him. He completely crashed threw it, slamming into the wall, causing a hole to be created into the plywood. Splitters of the destroyed dresser fell over him.
He felt so dizzy and tiny black dots spread across his vision. He felt some sticky substance drip down his face, landing onto his top. He saw that a crimson color stained his shirt.
His eyes tried to focus on the scene in front of him, but everything was getting so fuzzy. His Sharigan deactivated.
The last thing he saw before the black took over was his mother looking at him with a face full of horror and pain.
He could still hear for a moment, till it too disappeared from his grasp.
"Oh god…Ren."
"RENNN!"
XXX
He could see a small amount of white light and there was some kind of noise around him, but it was all so jumbled he couldn't focus on it.
He heard a few words here and there, but his mind couldn't place them together.
"Concussion…..injury…internal bleeding…ribs…fracture"
Then the darkness consumed him again.
XXX
"What……Sakura…..okay."
He felt so confused. His mind was so foggy. He wanted to open his eyes and see what was happening, but something heavy kept him from doing so. He realized that he was almost in a sleep like stance, him being only partly awake.
He heard the sound of a steady beeping and a dripping noise. There was a low sobbing noise. After a moment he was able to focus on the voices.
"He's…" sob, "He's gonna be fine. The worst was the head wound and I healed that back at the house."
He knew it was his mother talking. No one else could possibly possess such a voice that produced a sweet, melodic tone.
"What happened Sakura? They said you were the one to attack him. You didn't right?"
That voice undoubtedly belonged to the Hokage.
He heard a gut wrenching sob. There was a minute's pass, before the Hokage spoke again.
"Sakura answer me!" Another horrible sobbing noise. If he could move he would have attacked the Hokage for upsetting his mother like this.
"I-I…I was dreaming…It was about him…when I woke up…Ren…Ren had his Sharigan activated….h-he looked just like him…I t-thought…" she broke off in another one of her gut wrenching sob.
He heard a soft shuffling noise.
"It's okay Sakura. Shhh…He's okay…Ren's fine…He's not coming back…don't worry…He doesn't know anything about Ren, we made sure of that." Pause. "There's no reason for him to come back, he thinks you're dead."
What?
None of this made sense. Who were they talking about? What was going on? His brain was starting to go dizzy again.
Ren was struggling to stay focused on the conversation.
"B-but…if we n-never…what about…Sa...I-Ita…Itachi?"
Itachi?
The name sounded so familiar. He tried to remember if he had heard the name before, but his brain wouldn't focus and despite his efforts he slipped back into unconsciousness.
Sometimes we tend to be in despair
when the person we love leaves us,
but the truth is, it's not our loss,
but theirs, for they left the only people
who wouldn't give up on them.
Dreams.
Nightmares.
Truth.
Fear.
Escape.
XXX
He jerked awake, body flying into the sitting position. His breath came out in tight gasps; his hands that gripped the sheets of his bed were visibly shaking. Sweat dripped down from the corner of his face; a single drop fell onto his clenched hand.
Itachi tried to control his rough breaths, but found that he couldn't breath right. His entire body had started to shake.
Calm down.
He placed his hands to his face, gripping the skin of his face hard, though not enough to puncture his skin.
It couldn't be true. No, no. It was just a dream. He had created it. It never really happened. It didn't happen…no…no. It couldn't have happened.
That woman didn't exist. She couldn't possibly be real, because he couldn't believe that his father could really kill someone like that.
His stomach curled in a tight knot. Placing his hand over his mouth he burst out of his room and raced toward the door at the end of the very long hallway.
He raced into the bathroom, till he reached his destination. Gripping the toilet's seat as if his life depended on it, he leaded over it, wrenching loudly into the container.
After he was able to stop vomiting into the basin, he stood at the sink and turned the facet on. He let could water pool into his hands before he took a sip.
Once his mouth was clean he looked into the mirror.
Terrified green orbs stared back at him.
He raced back to the toilet to throw up again. Afterwards he cleaned his mouth, this time making sure he didn't look back into the mirror.
Even if it was a dream, the way she was killed, the way she looked at him with those eyes…it…it was just too real.
The way she called his father's name, begging, pleading, but at the same time knowing. Knowing that the person would never save her. Knowing she was about to meet death.
His stomach twisted again, but this time he calmed himself down without having to throw up.
He needed answers. He needed to ask his father if he ever knew a woman with pink hair…and those green eyes. His green eyes.
He brushed a hand threw his raven hair, before he walked out of the room. He walked till he stood in front of his father's door. It was closed like always.
He reached for the knob before he paused. Fear pulsed in his veins. What if….what if..
No…just go in and ask him, there's no way he would kill someone like that. No…way..
Then Itachi saw his father's cold eyes in his mind. Then they turned into the deadly crimson color of his father's sharigan.
He shivered. He couldn't help but be happy in some way that he hadn't been able to activate his sharigan yet, because then he knew he would look just like his father, and despite what he tried to tell himself, that thought terrified him.
Itachi closed his eyes briefly before he summoned the courage needed to open the door and enter his father's room.
His eyes searched for the tall man with raven hair that usually secluded himself to his room.
No one was there.
After a second he decided to use his chakra to see if he was anywhere in the house. He felt the chakra signatures of a few maids, but nothing else.
He stepped back out of the room, thinking about where his father could be. The Otokage tower?
He raced out of the house determined to find answers.
XXX
When he entered the building a few of the guards looked surprised to see him, probably since it was past midnight, but that didn't stop him as he rushed toward his father's office.
He knew as he approached the room that someone was inside.
He burst threw the doors shouting, "Father! I-"
He abruptly stopped speaking when he noticed that it wasn't his father in the room. A tall man with orange hair looked back at him.
"Itachi-Sama."
Itachi nodded his head before speaking again.
"Juugo. Do you know my father is?"
Juugo tipped his head to the side and looked at Itachi with a confused look.
"He went on a mission. Didn't he tell you that? He left a few hours before midnight."
"Nani? N-no he didn't tell me that….when will he be back?"
This time the man had pity present in his eyes. He turned his out the window a moment before he looked back at him. Itachi noticed how Juugo always seemed to look him straight into his eyes, never avoiding them. He almost seemed drawn to them.
It brought back the memories of all the times his father avoided his emerald eyes. All the times he would not let his onyx eyes meet his son's green ones. He had always know the action to be strange, but pushed the feeling away when he noticed his father rarely looked anyone straight in the face. Let alone there eyes. Itachi pushed the thought out of his head when Juugo answered.
"Aa…it's a long mission. Sasuke-sama said it would be a few months before he returned.
Itachi gasped.
"W-wha! A few months? How many!"
Juugo paused again before he answered.
"Three to five."
Itachi didn't try to hide the hurt that filled his expression. He felt betrayed. His father didn't give a crap about him. He didn't feel that it was necessary to tell him that he would be gone for the next few months.
Not like it mattered. His father was never there for him when he was in the village. He sometimes went days without seeing him. Itachi's fist clenched at his sides.
Nobody cared about him.
No one.
Suddenly he saw the face of the woman with pink hair. Her face was bright with color. Not the dying look she had just dreamt of her. She smiled at him before she called his name.
"Itachi!" Her smile only grew wider and she did not try to hold back the love in her eyes. In fact she seemed to make it more pronounced on her face. She spoke again.
"You will never be alone…"
Itachi closed his eyes. His fists stopped shaking. He resolved what he would do right then.
He would leave this place. He knew now…no he had always knew that he would not find what he needed in this place. It was somewhere else. He would not feel happy if he stayed here. All he was here was a prisoner…
He would escape from this hell. From the place he would never get love and affection. He would leave and then he would find the place where he would never be alone.
Never alone.
He liked the thought of that.
He knew that the pink haired woman probably never existed, but he knew that he would eventually find someone in this world that would treat him like she did in his dreams.
Someone who would love him and give him the affection he had been craving for so long. He wouldfind that person.
His eyes opened very slowly and he saw that Juugo was looking at him.
Itachi didn't pause as he abruptly turned around and walked toward the exit of the room. Then he remembered something. Juugo had been on his father's team for almost a decade. Also out of all the people in this place Itachi felt closest to Juugo.
That means he could know if his father ever had known the woman with pink hair.
He didn't turn around when he asked the question.
"Juugo? Did my father ever know a woman with pink hair? With the same colored eyes as me?"
If Itachi had turned around to ask the question, he would have seen the expression on the orange haired man's face change.
It turned to a look of shock.
"No. I do not believe that Sasuke-sama ever knew a girl that meets that description."
Itachi held back a sigh.
"Oh. Okay thanks Juugo."
He continued his walk back to his home knowing that soon he would be free. Soon he would escape. Then he could find what was missing from his heart.
How do I make my heart start healing when it has never stopped beating for you?
A/N: WOOOOO! Another chapter done! CHA! I only have three days of school this week so expect another update soon!
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