Pomegranate
Hinata stared her father's form, composed and meditating in the middle of the field. The clouds were whirling by, as if a greater force ushered them into a storm. Her father wasn't breathing, and Hinata silently wondered why he called her when he was obviously busy.
His eyes snapped open, empty sockets staring at her face. Hinata was scared, she wanted to run, but she stayed rooted to her spot in the grassy clearing.
In a silent rush, blood seeped through his mouth, his eyes, flowing through the hidden wounds under his clothes. Hinata couldn't move, even as the blood reached her bare soles.
It started covering her feet, her ankles, slowly reaching upwards.
She screamed.
Hinata felt a pair of arms wrap around her, a voice shouting her awake and calling for her. Tears sprang from her clenched eyes, fat drops trailing down her cheeks.
"It's alright, calm down, I'm here," Naruto's voice was distant; the fresh image of her father's bloody state was still stuck in her mind. She opened her eyes and drank in the sight of the blonde's concerned face.
Hinata wound her arms around his neck and hung on for dear sanity as he whispered soothing thoughts to her, as he pressed gentle kisses to her head, as he rubbed gentle circles on her back.
The Hyuuga wondered what she would've done if it was Naruto in place of her father.
WE'RE ALIVE!
Request by missstampede. :3 Not exactly what was suggested, but a more watered-down version. Will do the whole thing once I properly get out of the Block. :)