Dreams
Written by gure
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Description: Brief one-shot; Naruto POV. Please R&R. It would be greatly appreciated (Looking for a beta-reader.)
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He was dreaming. Green meadows stretched on and on beyond what the eye could see. Colorful blooming flowers decorated the fields, their petals soft and opened to the sun. Birds were bursting with song, their feathered chests puffed and proud. The breeze was light and refreshing, tingling sensitive skin. No disruptive sounds marred the scenario, no hurtful words, no aching regrets, no pain and suffering.
He was lying upon a bed of soft green grass, watching oddly shaped fluffy clouds float by across the bright expanse of sky. The sun hung like a giant lantern, bathing pale flesh, silken petals, and bladed grass alike with its steady warmth.
It was nice, he thought, almost like what he would think heaven would be like. This was close to his paradise. It was a bit surprising that there were no bowls of ramen in his dream, but he supposed this was what he really wanted, a relaxed kind of peace where he didn't have to act in front of others. He wanted to stay here forever, free from the blistering words of people, the hateful glares, and the sing-song voices that mocked him continuously behind his back. But he knew he couldn't stay here for long. This place was too nice to be real, and nothing nice had ever happened to him in his whole existence. All he wanted was to stay here for just a little longer, where he could have a little more peace and a little more rest. He wanted so badly to deny the fact that this was a dream, and that it would fade away like all the other good dreams he ever had.
He smiled sadly as he heard the distant shouts of civilization. It was inevitable that his dream would end, and he would have to face yet another day of pretentious masks, hollow smiles, and ostentatious words. The voices were growing louder, and the green fields wavered. The bright spinning lilies and daisies slowly vanished, and the sky became dark.
Too good to be true. Too nice to last.
He closed his eyes against the darkening sun, and opened them again to see the plain dirty brown of his ceiling. He could hear the children happily shouting and playing among themselves outside, eagerly anticipating the coming of the day. Bickering voices, content voices, angry voices, and passionate voices drifted in through the confines of the door. The village was coming alive, and his dream was dying. A cold wind swept by through the half-opened window, and Naruto shivered.
His dream was over.
