INNOCENT SAKURA: well, here I am again.
ITACHI: really? We hadn't noticed.:: Stares blankly at the opposite wall.::
NAMOURI: yeah, why are we even in here to begin with. I WANT OUT!
INNOCENT SAKURA: you mean, you don't want to stay in here with me, not even you Itachi.:: Turns on the puppy dog eyes and rivers run down her cheeks.::
ITACHI: NO!
INNOCENT SAKURA: but…but…oh Kakashi, did you hear that? At least I have you…::jumps into Kakash's arms.::
KAKASHI: hmm, what's going on?:: Lifts his eye from his icha icha paradise, then continues to read.::
INNOCENT SAKURA: why do I even bother…just read the fic.
Chapter 2: Bump in the night
"NAMOURI…"
Violently, kakashi lurched from the comfort of his pillow, his one visible eye snapping open. His hands clutched the white sheets that loosely draped over his lower half, intertwining with his long muscular legs. Sweat already emanated from his face and chest, leaving small trickles to run down his naked torso and curve along the back of his spine. His breathing was sparse and erratic, sending only wisps of air to his ever-thirsty lungs.
"What…what was that?" He shakily managed to mutter, unsure of his surroundings. His chest convulsed rapidly, unable to draw in any breathe. Viciously, he tore off the sweat-drenched mask that covered his facial features. Instantly his lips trembled as the cool air struck them, breathing deeply to satisfy his lungs needs. His palm managed to find its way to the side of his face, the weight of his head resting in his hand, the tips of his fingers playing with the silver hair that drooped in his face.
'Get a hold of yourself Kakashi. It was a nightmare. Yes, that's it, a nightmare, nothing more. Everything's fine.' A quick dart of a shadow made kakashi jump to his feet, the sheet that covered his lower half slipping to the floor. Only to reveal the black boxers he wore. Immediately, he crouched in a fighting stance, ready for battle. His one eye darted around the room, anticipating where the invader was. One of his hands quickly lifted his forehead protector to reveal his sharingon. Its crimson red pupils penetrating the unusual darkness surrounding him, while the other hand fingered a kunai he hand pulled from his jounin uniform piled on the floor.
CRASH. CLINK. SMASH.
A small crash outside his open window drew his attention, forcing him to act without hesitation. At once, his kunai sliced through the air at its target. Not even a second after it left his fingers had it struck. A small tin can flew off his balcony onto the street below with a loud smash, the kunai deeply imbedded in its metal. At the sudden noise, a stray cat zipped passed the window into the distance.
"Great, now I'm paranoid. Well, I guess that's what I get for being caught off guard." Casually he placed his forehead protector back over his sharingon to conceal it. A tired and unnerved expression painted on his other eye. Sheepishly he scratched the back of his still sweat-covered neck and closed his eye.
'Damn dream, look what its done to me. Better not tell the Fifth, it would ruin my so-called calm and relaxed reputation, and I can't have that.' A small chuckled escaped his lips. 'I can see it now. Headliner: random cat spooks kakashi. No wait, even better. Stray cat get the best of the legendary copy ninja. Yeah, that would be just great.' Kakashi slowly made his way over to the open window, its sheer curtains billowing in the cool breeze. A slight chill ran up his bare body, from his toes to the ends of his hair. Poking his head out into the night, he could see the damage he had done.' I'm going to hear about that later.'
The breeze dancing in through the window was almost too much for him to handle. Small goose bumps emerged all over his well-toned body, sending yet another chill through him. Without question, the window was shut. Crawling back to the warmth of his double bed, Kakashi wrapped himself in his white sheet like a cocoon. Even through the sheet, one could trace the outline of his curves. Now, back to sleep. Feeling the weight of his eyelid, it closed without him knowing.
As if on command, the image of the bloodied girl sprung into his mind, lying there beaten and broken, only a lifeless vessel staring into nothingness. Blood everywhere.
His eye sprung open at the sight.' I guess I'm not getting any sleep then.' Kakashi let out a huge sigh, and let his shoulders slouch a bit. 'If I can't sleep, then I'll eat. Damn dream.' Pulling the ashen mass tightly over his shoulders, he shuffled out into the hall of his bachelor apartment. With his eyes half shut and faint inaudible murmurs escaping his somewhat dry mouth, he sauntered across the stone cold floor, prickles of cold penetrating the soles of his feet. Though he took no notice.
'Why, all of a sudden, are those images back in my head? I had stopped having those dreams along time ago.' Again, he sighed out of frustration. Though his face didn't reveal this. Gliding his slender fingers through his fine spiky hair, he realized his usual black mask wasn't covering his face. 'Damn, I must of taken it off. Oh well.'
After what seemed an eternity of shuffling, he finally ventured into the walk-in kitchen blindly. Feeling his way around, he lazily jerked open the nearest drawer to him to grab yet another mask. Pleased by how he haphazardly threw it over his face, Kakashi stumbled over to the refrigerator, only being able to take tiny steps due to the sheet wrapped tightly around his form. Withdrawing a hand from the mass of cloth, while the other held the makeshift garment in place, he opened the door to grab the glass of water he left in there earlier.
The light from the opened door blinded the copy ninja momentarily, causing his other hand, by reflex, to snap up to shield his eye from the onslaught of light. By doing this, the sheet that snaked around him slithered off his muscular body and rested limply on the floor. His mind was elsewhere however…
'What could the dream mean? I mean, it can't just pop up out of nowhere…There must be a reason.' Kakashi ignored the fallen garment, simply stepping out of the pile and returned to the living room, wearing nothing but his black mask and boxers. Slowly he lifted the glass to his parted mouth, but stopped half way. 'Why does my past come back to haunt me…'His thoughts were cut short as his gaze was fixated at what was in front of him.
"What the hell…" were the only words that passed through his mouth. His palm loosened slightly, sending the glass in his hand to shatter as it came in contact with the floor. Shards of glass flew in every direction, imbedding themselves into Kakashi's calves. Water splashed and mingled around his feet, blood tainting the water red. But again, this went unnoticed by Kakashi.
"What…?" Carelessly, he walked over the broken glass to the balcony door as if the darkness lured him with every step. The sky, had in fact, become a blank black canvas. Not even stars shone through.
"This can't be good …"
INNOCENT SAKURA, I see your done reading. I hope you liked it. Heheheheehe
ITACHI: what was that all about? Stares a little awestruck at innocent sakura then to kakashi.
INNOCENT SAKURA: - What? Hehehehehehehe
ITACHI: The…well…. having…the thing with Kakashi!
KAKASHI: What the fact that I'm hot. Hey, I can't help that. It's just natural. Shrugs.
ITACHI: Self conceited bastard. Glares at kakashi.
KAKASHI: Hey, if anyone wants to complain, then they can flame…though I doubt they will.
NAMOURI: I'm not complaining. Staring at kakashi as drool seeps from her mouth.
INNOCENT SAKURA: neither am I. Stares at kakashi as drool seeps from her mouth.
ITACHI: sweat drops…Just review already, before I have to beat them off of him with a stick. Sweat drops again.