Title- Story of My Life

Chapter 16- Dream On

AN- Wow. I have nothing to say. Must...write...


Dream with me/ Dream for the years/ Dream for the laughter/ Dream for the tears/ Dream with me/ Just for today/ Maybe tomorrow the Good Lord'll take it away.


"This won't hurt a bit."

"They're not really your friends..."

"Do you expect them to care?"

"They don't understand you."

"They're nothing like you."

"Obey me."

"Hear my voice."

"Kill them."

"KILL THEM!"

Naruto's eyes flew wide open and he leapt out of his bed. He looked around with wild eyes for a moment, before they landed on his cellmate. Sitting back down on the side of his cot, he took deep breaths and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

It was just a dream...

No.

Naruto jumped up again, startled. What?

He's coming.

He's coming? A cold sweat began to pour down Naruto's forehead.

Yes. We must leave.

Leave? But... Naruto gazed at the sleeping Sasuke. He thought about all his new friends, all the people that he had just met, who knew nothing about him.

They're why we must leave. We must run.

The tired blonde looked down at his hands for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Yes. We must run. We have to run.

HE'S HERE.

Naruto felt terror clutch his heart.

WE MUST FLEE! They thought simultaneously.

Not even sparing a glance at Sasuke or his goggles, the frantic boy grabbed his notebook, then reached under his cot. From underneath the dusty dark he pulled out a pair of thick gloves. After pulling them on, he gently pushed up on the air vent above his and Sasuke's cell. Finally, he stopped and looked one last time at the dark-haired man.

He looked so peaceful, with his eyes closed and his lips parted softly. He looked almost like an angel. Naruto hesitated from his task at hand. Did he really want to do this? Did he want to leave his friend?

Taking slow step, Naruto walked over to the Uchiha's side. As if in a trance, the blonde teenager took off his right glove and gently ran his hand down Sasuke's cheek, gazing at the man with soft, uncertain eyes.

No.

Naruto jerked his hand back What was he thinking? Blinking his eyes, he once more saw the only clear path to all this- to run.

Sasuke really was almost like an angel. But no heavenly being could have that silky hair that was as dark as hell.

Hair like His.

Naruto jumped up into the grating with one swift, soundless movement that would make someone from the Matrix jealous, and was gone.

Seconds later, his cellmate opened his eyes sleepily. Sasuke's eyes carelessly glanced over to where he would see the blonde's soft, spiky hair, and the gentle rise and fall of Naruto's body as he breathed...then looked again, sharper. He sat up suddenly, now wide awake, and threw the covers off Naruto's bed. Nothing.

Across the hall, Akamaru whimpered slightly as his master stroked him with a shaking hand.

In a cell above, someone awoke, sensing the boy's escape with wide, faded-lilac eyes.

In another section, a certain insomniac redhead stopped his struggle of emotions and turned sharp, emerald eyes outside his small window.

And outside the prison, a man in a black cloak chuckled.


AN- Yeah, Yeah, I know it's short. It makes me sick too. But this needs to be in here to speed things up. I will update soon (the only thing I like about finals are the half-days), so please don't spork me.

Try Desperately To Get To The Good Stuff, -Kali