Author Note: This is the last chapter I will write on this story and it's also the epilogue to this archive. I really planed to get it out earlier but some one must really dislike me. Well, I won't start rambling like I almost always do, since this is the last chapter I won't hold you up for very long I just want to wish you a happy ending-reading with the supporting cliff-hanger that this story will always have. I had fun writing this story, even if the psychological parts were a bit hard and this story got really confusing even to me, it was really a challenge. I know I shouldn't be greedy but I hope you will review on this chapter as a parting gift. At least one is enough. And I will know I had a few readers in the end on this story. Then, happy reading or should I say... enjoy the nightmare!
Summary: There is a shadow coming closer to Konoha, a melody is filling the air as he draws closer. Destroyed memories are revived and healed wounds are torn open once again. Old hatred is revived and newfound bliss is forgotten. On the brink of insanity once again a battle between future and past starts. The frail pair of hands that hold onto each other are being pried apart by the unforgettable melody that killed them once before. The nightmare didn't end, it never will.
Pairing: None.
Genre: Mystery, angst, dark, supernatural, shounen, tragedy and much more
Ranting: T, but I would like to say T+ since I feel better with that setting on this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
The
Bloody Dream... Never Ended
Written
by Monkan
Epilogue
In the dark room sat a figure, wrapped in a white kimono and silky white hair fell down the doll like face. Pale green eyes that shifted in a slight grey hue gazed at the vision before them. A small tender smile tugged the edges of the mouth and long eyelashes flickered over the lovely eyes. A red ribbon held together the white cloth and each hand was decorated with a simple golden chain, visibly thin but of great magnitude.
The pale eyes followed market and a single person that stood out in her eyes even though he couldn't be seen in the eyes of those around him. A tone of light-hearted flute melody filled the room and she felt the urge to dance to it.
She picked up the fan that laid on the armrest and stood gracefully up and walked to the middle of the room. In a beautiful and elegant rush of movements she broke out into dance. Her eyes kept contact with the boy in the vision as she moved about.
Her fan opened and revealed a dragon and tiger in battle as well as cherry blossom that covered the battle field. The pedals fell to the ground at her feet as she twirled around and swung her fan. The soft creation of nature and her fan covered the stone floor and the cold temperature it held from her bare feet.
If anyone saw her they would think she was an angel, especially when large white wings appeared on her back and stretched out gracefully as she lifted from the floor. She hovered over the floor for several minutes as she floated closer to the image of the boy. He had left the market and was moving down a lane that was devoured of people.
In a flash of golden eyes he looked right at her and the vision broke in a flare of flames and pedals of a violet color. The dark color seemed to stain the pink floor with the night. The room wasn't as cheerful as before and the girl with the wings was now standing by the far end of the room. A smile on her face, a horrible and amused smile. It wasn't anymore the smile of an angel but by something else. There was something that wasn't right with the way her eyes sparkled.
One of her hands reached out to touch the wall and the portrait that hanged there as her wings draped behind her back.
"You can run all you want. You can look all you want for the answer. But in the end you will not escape me." her sing song voice said.
Upon closer look on the portrait was an older image of her and the boy she had just looked at. His golden eyes and his hair shifted slightly from brown to dark blond and the face didn't smile, it was more like set in a grim grimace.
"I can wait for eternity, but..." her eyes gave an evil glint. "Will you live that long, Akumi?"
Her laughter sounded innocent to the ear and she looked like a fantasy creature, pure and beautiful but her shadow was anything but that as it stretched over the floor and laughed what even looked like an evil laughter.
The End!
