Oh...Be scared...Be VERY scared...WARNING: EXPLICIT GORE

The clouds were black with hatred and impurity.

The sky was red like the blood running through my veins, threatening to spill forth.

I then realized:

He's got me.

The ground was black and so was the tree I lay under. My body was trembling so hard, I couldn't get the order to walk through my brain. So I sat there, under that hateful sky, shivering and holding myself pitifully. My pride would have stopped me, but again, my brain didn't want to follow any orders.

I was afraid.

I was terrified.

I was shaking like an abandoned puppy.

At the time, I had no feeling other than fright, worried for me and my baby. I was numb, all over. And my eyes, they were peeled over in blank white.

I knew this was all an illusion, but it didn't help my situation.

All the feelings in this world were just like in the real world.

And the question was:

How many times will he kill me?

As I was in a world of my own, I hadn't realized the shadow looming over my left. Until it called out to me.

"Naruto"

His hair: It glowed under the shine the black moon emitted. His skin: Pale as it had always been. His eyes: Dark and mysterious, one of my favorite features. His clothes: His own style, and the same style he had held ever since we were in the academy. His lips: Rosy yet pale, a definition of its own.

His presence: Reassuring.

"SASUKE!"

He smiled up at me and held out a pale hand. I had never felt so happy to see him as I did then.

I took it in my own and he lifted me easily, despite my weight. I ran my hands down his arms, feeling his warm flesh against mine. I had only last seen him 7 or 8 hours ago, and yet, this felt like the first time I've ever touched him. His hands ran down my arms, mimicking me, and grasping my elbows as I did the same for him.

"Sasuke..." I called out in a whisper, "...I missed you..."

He smiled wider, and pulled away one hand to rummage in his pocket.

"I've got something for you..." His voice was quiet and husky, like he had never spoken. I tilted my head to him and smiled happily. A present, huh?

Apparently, I had missed the deadly tone, and his grin widened as he twisted the kunai in his slender pale fingers. Without a warning otherwise, he thrust the blade into my stomach and watched with amused eyes as it sank deeper, deeper, and deeper, until it could no longer be seen, fully embedded in me. The blood was impossible to measure, not even an estimate was accurate enough. It pooled around my body as I fell to my knees, my blank blue eyes full of tears, and blood slowly making its way out of my mouth. I had no energy to cough any of it out of my lungs, because I could barely breathe anyway. The blood was all over my hands; my baby's blood. My baby was dead.

Everything was killing me, not just the immensely fatal wound I was now sporting proudly. But most of all, the smile on those rosily pale lips I loved to kiss, loved to nuzzle, and loved to see move when he was talking. The smile I loved to see in the morning when I woke, the smile I loved to see when he stroked my belly, the smile I loved to create.

And I was too sure I had created this one too.

It gradually turned from a smile, to a smirk, to a full blown grin, showing almost all of his teeth, if humanly possible. Looking down at my broken body slowly going numb again, the blood rushing from me like a river, and the death of not only me, but our child, he continued to grin like the Cheshire cat.

"I regret all of it," he finally said, pressing a foot to my bloody wound, not minding the staining that was overtaking his shoe, and especially not minding the pain in my eyes, "because you are the one true person I hate."

And with that, I let my eyes roll back into my head as I died.

---

When I woke, I realized it was just a nightmare. Just a simple nightmare!

And I would have kept it at that if I had not seen the blood red sky of death.

And to look over and see Sasuke, I felt both fear and relief.

Are you here to save me from this nightmare, or create another?

The next thing I knew, my organs were splayed out before me. I had never really wondered what they looked like, and I had no interest in ever seeing them. But unfortunately, I was forced to learn, and memorize, just what they really looked like. This was something you'd never see on a health channel, and nothing you'd ever see in a medical book. This was something of its own, something too gruesome for peoples eyes.

I wished to throw up, but then I realized that my stomach wasn't a part of my body anymore.

Before I dropped down into the ocean of blood before me, I had to intake the contorted and broken body of my unborn son. He never even had a chance.

---

The next day, he decided to gut my right eye out. He first jabbed it with a blade, and it bled down my whiskered cheek. He carved it out like I was a jack-o-lantern, fishing the white sphere out of my head. It dangled against my face, rolling back and forth from the movement of popping it out. The optical nerves twitched, and some burst from exertion, blood spurting across my nose. And with a wide smile, he grabbed a hold of the ball and used his free hand to cut the nerves away, letting the sinewy strings dance over my cheek. Looking at it with my only eye, it almost looked like a yoyo. And Sasuke played with it with childish means, bouncing it up and down on the nerves, poking it and letting it sway, and then spinning it around and around like a miniature lasso. I took enough time to lightly laugh at him, but it was drowned out as he sliced my jugular away and let me fall into a smiling death.

---

Again, the pain was unbearable. If this illusion taught me anything, it was to bear pain in battle. I made no movement against him, no intimidation, and nothing that would kill me slower.

This time, he began shaving my legs off, layer by layer of skin. Much like Kisame's fish sword could do, he was doing it with a sharpened kunai, one of his favorite weapons. The kunai went down silkily, slicing it away in thin little bits, the blood was getting all over his hands, but he took no mind as he continued shaving and shaving. And finally coming across the bone, he looked up at me. I held nothing on my face. No expression was shown to him, and that must have made him angry, because right then and there he jammed the kunai into the center of the bone, cracking it in half. My leg was now separate from my body, and Sasuke was looking over it, my foot the only bit of flesh still hung to the bone. He had shaved my shins away, leaving a skinned knee and a lonely foot among a bone. He smiled at me, and finally let me to peace as he grabbed a hold of my head and twisted it, snapping my neck, and letting me fall once again.

---

This day seemed to be special, because this was bound to be his last stunt. His hands found their way up my shirt, taking it over my head, and throwing it in some direction he had no care for. And twirling that same kunai, he let it drag slowly and smoothly over my bulging stomach in two crossing lines, much like an X. And throwing it down to the side, he slowly lifted the skin away, showing him my insides again. Much like a dissection, he took the kunai again and began carving his way through me, not having to get very far until he found his target:

Our son.

I began to squirm at that, doing whatever it took to keep my baby away from him. But he just steadied my hips and grinned, pushing his hand into me and taking our son into his hand. The baby looked so little to Sasuke and me as well. His cry was almost soothing, his first breath of life already taken into his little lungs. He squirmed and cried loudly in Sasuke's hands, and Sasuke silently contemplated the child. It had his pale skin, and I was sure it would grow into black hair as well. All I had wished for were my eyes on that Sasuke clone; to see what exactly Sasuke would look like with big bright blue eyes, looking cute instead of handsome.

I saw Sasuke's hands tighten around the baby, making the child gasp out before crying again. I had no energy, all of it draining with my blood. But I reached for my baby, emotion finally playing on my face. The tears I held in my eyes were streaming now, and I could not stop myself. He looked at me with those narrow black eyes as I reached out to him; my eyes still a clouded dark blue, no feeling left in me other than pain.

"...Please... Anything... Just... Don't hurt... Him..." I pleaded. He was still looking me over strangely. I hadn't said anything since I first called out his name on the first day. My voice was raspy with pain and sorrow, being barely enough coherency anyway.

He smiled wide. "How about...No!"

He pulled out that kunai, twirling it in his slender digits like he always did before killing something. And before I could see it, I squeezed my eyes shut tight and let out a cry as my baby's own were hushed forever.

---

When I woke, Itachi was standing over me. I didn't look at him. I just sat under that tree, my eyes clouded in nothingness, the pain etched into them forever. His red eyes glared down at me.

"...Will you not cry? Will you not scream?" he asked me. Truthfully, he sounded shocked. I slowly and painfully shifted my eyes up to him, my expression still nothing.

"...No..." I whispered. I had no more happiness.

"...You're quite strong, little fox. I never expected such bravery from you, in your weakened and emotional state. But here you are! Even Sasuke screamed when I pulled this on him."

I remember that scream, tearing from his lips like he had just had his fingers and hand hacked away slowly. That scream echoed against the walls of the hotel, and it was ringing in my ears like nothing had ever before. His scream, one that I've only heard once, is still crushing me. I never want to hear that sound again.

A slapping noise was sounded, and my eyes shifted slightly to find Kisame looming over the smaller Itachi. Itachi's eyes were wide, a red mark on his face. Kisame did not hit hard, and he wasn't trying. He was just pissed, and he really didn't want to take it out on the one he really loved.

His yellow eyes pierced through Itachi like a thousand needles, and with a violent shove, Itachi stalked away. Kisame had yet to turn his attention toward me, still too caught up in the fact that he had actually hit Itachi.

"...You hit him..." I stated quietly. He slowly turned his head, his mouth open slightly agape.

"...I guess I did..." he whispered to me, not really looking at me, "...Are you okay?"

"...Do I look okay?" I was afraid my eyes would never be the same, not their bright luminescent glow, but a dark foreboding tint that tells nothing but pain.

It had only been 2 seconds here, and in that world, it had been 5 days, but in my world, it was a life-long nightmare.

"...Sorry. Stupid question." His voice was quiet like my own, almost afraid of someone overhearing. But he shakily made his way to sit in front of me, eyes slowly dropping.

"...I'm sorry you had to go through that."

I finally put some movement to my body and shrugged, my eyes closed.

"He was going to do it anyway. Might as well have it today."

"...We're going to take you to a hospital to get him properly born, alright?"

I slowly nodded, my head throbbing in pain. I was slipping against the tree, and I hadn't really noticed until Kisame caught me.

"Just rest now. No one will hurt you when you sleep..." Kisame comforted me. I shifted my eyes over to him with a half-lidded look, my body curling on the ground tiredly.

"...Yeah, maybe not physically...You can't protect me from my nightmares."