Sangreal Chapter 9: Nine, a naruto fanfic

It's been a while. A very long while that consists of five months and numerous days that were filled with my attempted to proofread this chapter and proofread other things I've written and trying to write other things to get the million ideas out of my head. It's like a plague, all of these ideas. They never leave me alone and instead of fading away, they being bigger and more tempting to write. So, the good of having not updated in a while is that I have a lot of other things written out and can post those. The bad thing is that a lot of readers are probably drumming their fingers on their desks/tables/knees/forearms and questioning where the heck I am.

I am right here! And updating. The end of the world is not in the near future, if anyone was thinking that. So, I guess it's time to be quiet and let everyone go on and read the chapter.

This HAS been proofread, thank gosh for that. Thank you rIn04fer3verh3arti11y for helping me proofread it, I know it'll be a great chapter since you helped! Also sorry for all of the mistakes, but you still caught all of them and fixed them.

Regular

Thoughts

"Talking"

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Naruto is not mine, unfortunately.

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Enjoy

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The shirt caught my eye as I walked out of my closet. That dreaded shirt. It constantly caught my eye, my attention once I'd seen it, and was a constant reminder of what had happened.

The memory of Sasuke's sudden possessiveness came to my mind, the memory sour and thrilling at the same time. All my life I'd been independent, and now suddenly he comes in and decides to stake a claim on me?

The thought made me uneasy. But I was mostly furious. I could feel the steam slowly coming out of my ears, the fire slowly brewing inside of me and threatening to explode as my anger built up.

It wasn't just that I'd always been a rebellious and independent person, even before my parents died, but I'd always felt the urge to do things myself, my own way, and at my own pace. And I didn't like the way his possessiveness threatened my independence, the bases of who I am, who I'd always been.

Sasuke's reaction to his brother's appearance had also shocked me. It was evident that Itachi had been merely fooling around with Sasuke, but I had seen the murder in Sasuke's eyes. It had scared me because I didn't doubt for a minute that Sasuke would act on it.

The shirt caught my eye again as I grabbed my phone from my desk. It looked innocent, sitting on the other corner on my desk, and I was tempted to push it—the wretched thing that it was—off the desk and into the trashcan next to it.

I contemplated on how to return it. Or maybe I could just burn it; I doubt he would mind. He could live with one less shirt.

Another thought came to me out of no where, but I knew that it'd been lurking in my subconscious for a while. I wasn't sure if I was willing to think about the newfound knowledge of Sasuke's abilities yet.

The thought sent goose bumps down my arms, making me shiver. The room suddenly felt cold at the memory of the fire Sasuke had produced. It felt as thought all the warmth was gone, and as much as I hated to admit it, a sudden unpleasant urge came over me to be near Sasuke.

Shaking my head lightly, I grabbed the shirt, and headed out the door. Unfortunately, the shirt still smelled of him and I tried to ignore the fact that he smelled kind of nice.

All too quickly, I found myself in front of Sasuke's door and I hesitated on knocking on the door. At this point, who knew what would happen?

A couple of weeks ago, I would have been able to guess. A moody Sasuke would have opened the door, taken the shirt, and then slammed the door in my face without a single word spoken. Actually, I would have never had a shirt to begin with. There would have been no shirt ripping, or lending of shirts. None of that at all.

I wondered as to which scenario I preferred more: a moody Sasuke that seemed to have a problem with me, or the suddenly possessive Sasuke that always seemed to catch me unaware.

Both were just as confusing, and totally different. But why was that? Why did he, without warning, transform into something so different? I didn't like the feeling of whiplash the sudden change provoked.

Unexpectedly, the door swung open in front of me; I had to hold back from screeching, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest.

"Sakura, whatcha doing standing in front of the door?" Naruto asked, his blue eyes suddenly brightening…if that was possible. "Want to go get some ramen with me? I'm just about to meet Hinata and I doubt she'll mind if you come along."

"Ahh…no, but thanks." I held up Sasuke's shirt so Naruto could see it. "Could you put this on Sasuke's bed please?"

Naruto stared at it, confused. He probably wondered why I had Sasuke's shirt, and my face heated up as I thought of all the possibilities running through his head.

"He let me borrow it when mine got ruined," I hastily explained, shoving the shirt into his hands and backing away. "Thanks Naruto, I'll take a rain check on the ramen!"

I turned and hurried down the hallway. The door shut behind me, allowing me to breathe more freely. The hard part was over, now I just had to somehow avoid Sasuke. It would be easier that way. Maybe he'd cool down and realize that his possessiveness was a little overwhelming, which was the worst thing possible at the moment.

But then again, there was nothing worse than a loud-mouthed Naruto going around with the wrong idea. Especially that kind of idea.

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Ennea.

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"Open your eyes Sakura," Auntie said, placing her hand on my shoulder. She gave my shoulder a light squeeze, indicating that I was doing something right.

I obeyed what she said and found an orb of crystal clear water hovering in front of me.

"Keep your mind focused on the concept of its shape and size. Keep imagining it as round and hovering." Her words faded into the distance as I stared at the orb. Was this really happening?

Weeks had gone by since the first day of our training. Even though I'd asked, Auntie had refused to allow me to use water. But finally here I was manipulating water to my will by shaping and moving it.

"Don't ever try to pull water out of thin air," Auntie reminded me, helping me to my feet. "If you do, it'll be disastrous. You could severely dehydrate yourself from trying to so. Elementalists have died overworking their bodies. Don't make that mistake. Use natural water outside your body."

I nodded, slowly lowering the orb back into the basin of water. It made a plopping noise as it connected with the surface, making the surface ripple and distort its reflection.

"I guess that'll be all for today. See you tomorrow, Sakura." Auntie gathered her things and then turned with a wave, disappearing out the door.

The silence echoed around me as I stood there, my eyes watching as the water's surface slowly came to a stop, smoothing out as the ripples calmed to a standstill.

Suddenly, to my shock and horror, black eyes materialized on the surface of the water.

I stumbled backwards with a shout, my foot catching on my wooden katana and making me stumble to the ground with a crash. Panting, I sat there stunned and terrified for a moment, my eyes staring at the basin as I tried to get my nerves under control.

Getting on my hands and knees, I approached the basin cautiously, mentally preparing myself for the soulless eyes I had seen in the basin. However, those black, menacing eyes were gone, leaving only a smooth and glassy surface that looked undisturbed.

With shaky hands, I picked up the basin and brought it closer to my face. The reflection of my shocked face greeted me, my eyes wide with a glint of fear in them.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke's voice echoed around me in the empty room.

With a shriek I managed to do three things: get whiplash from turning to stare at Sasuke so quickly, increase my chances of a major heart attack, and let the basin slip from my fingers and soak myself and the floor.

The rolling basin rolled to a stop across the room, the sound of it scraping against the floor the only sound in the room. Well, that and my pounding heart, which I'm pretty sure Sasuke could hear clearly.

"I wasn't doing anything," I told him, glancing down at the basin and then at my wet clothes. "But thank you for that, I needed a shower anyways."

Sasuke smirked and replied, "You're welcome, but next time you might want to use soap."

I glared at him as I stood up, my wet clothes hanging from my frame heavily. I felt like a wet cat, grumpy, drenched, and pissed off. The last thing on my list today was to get soaked.

Sasuke walked over and picked up the basin before handing it to me.

With an angry 'thanks', I started to squeeze out as much water as I could from my pants. Thank goodness my shirt was still mostly dry and that I wasn't wearing white, or any light color for that matter. This morning I'd felt like wearing a dark red, a choice that I was now thankful for.

"You've been avoiding me," Sasuke stated, his eyes never leaving me as I continued to squeeze out water into the basin.

"I've just been busy," I told him, refusing to meet his eyes. A guilty feeling formed in my stomach, making it twist with nervousness.

"Being busy and going out of your way to avoid someone are two different things Sakura." My eyes snapped up to his, surprise coursing through me at the fact that he'd actually said my name. I knew for a fact that he rarely said my name. Naruto's he said a lot, followed by an insult. Auntie's he mentioned here and there, and Hinata's sometimes too, but never mine.

"Can you blame me Sasuke?" I sighed, walking over to the door and opening it slightly to dump the water outside before turning back to him. "You're like a rollercoaster, and no, that isn't a good thing. One minute you're all moody, the next you're claiming that I'm yours, which I'm not. Two months ago you would have claimed that I was just another fangirl."

"I honestly thought you were one," Sasuke mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "But I've been having these feelings lately, and I don't know if they're real or if they're from the dreams I've been having."

"Then don't act on them," I exclaimed. "I've been having the same dreams, yes those ones, and I understand where you're coming from, but that doesn't mean you have to act on them and go all possessive."

"Hn." I rolled my eyes, putting the basin back in its normal spot in the weapons room. Clearly it was a sore subject for him, so it was better to back off for now. The things he'd said echoed in my mind, and in my heart. I understood what he was going through. My dreams weren't going to stop anytime soon and that frustrated me. Instead they seemed to play each night like episodes in a show. Pause when I wake up and resume when I fall asleep.

Exiting the weapons room, I watched Sasuke approach the door, silently waiting for me. As I got closer, he opened the door and exited, waiting for me outside. It was quiet as we walked. I knew that he wasn't going to start a conversation, and I wasn't going to force him to talk to me. Surprisingly, the silence was comfortable and I didn't mind it.

Our building came into sight as we walked down the path. Sasuke grabbed my arm as I went to step into the street, stopping me from nearly getting run over as a car raced past us. The car screeched to a halt, backing up quickly and stopping in front of us.

"Sasuke, you didn't have to do that," Ami exclaimed with a grin, her convertible humming quietly. "I would have gladly run her over for you."

"I prefer her alive," Sasuke said, not bothering to look at Ami as he dragged me around the back of the car. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before letting go of my arm and opening the dormitory door.

"Thanks for that," I told him as I followed after him into the entrance. My heart was still racing from my near-fatality. I didn't know if it was fear or anger that caused my hands to tremble, but I knew for a fact that if Ami tried to kill me again, I wouldn't be so careless.

"Hn," Sasuke mumbled as we walked up the stairs. Before I knew it, we were walking down our hallway and standing in front of our doors.

"Well…" I trailed off, staring uncertainly at him. I was so confused at the moment, about everything that had happened today. I couldn't get my mind around all of it—my near death with a car, his defensive actions against Ami's hostility, and his confession. "I guess I'll see you later."

"No more avoiding." Sasuke opened his door and remained in the doorway, waiting for my response.

Instead of saying anything, I shrugged and opened my door, closing it softly behind me. I listened for the quiet click of his door as I stared at my own, unable to summon the energy to move until I heard it. It made me smile for some bizarre and unknown reason, that momentary pause.

"Hey, Hinata." Hinata sat at her desk with her head in her hands.

I paused, my eyes taking in her hunched form and her tense shoulders. I stood there, waiting for a reply. When she remained silent, I approached her as my heart started to race again.

Maybe she was sleeping, or in a deep concentration. But I would have believed that if it had been anyone else other than Hinata. She just didn't ignore people, even when she was in a profound and unbroken concentration.

"Hinata?" I poked her in the arm, bent down and tried to peer at her face. Her fingers covered her face, her nose the only visible part of her face.

"Anyone in there?" I asked, trying to joke. It didn't ward off that forebodingly nervous knot forming in my stomach when she didn't respond. Something felt off, something with Hinata seemed different. Now that we were very close friends, I didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

I shook her shoulder lightly, but instead of reacting, she slid sideways off her chair and hit the floor with a loud smack. She lay there motionless, her fingers falling away from her face and revealing her wide eyes. They stared emptily into space, her mouth open and gaping.

"Hinata!" I cried out, gathering her in my arms and pulling her up onto the bed. Panting, I checked her vitals and found her to still be alive and her heartbeat only slightly elevated.

Reaching for the phone, I was about to dial when Hinata suddenly sat up. She rubbed her shoulder, the one that'd hit the floor, before she finally focused on me. Her eyes glazed over again for a heartbeat before they focused on me, clear and attentive.

"Hinata?"

"Yes?" Hinata picked herself up from the bed and settled back down at the desk—leaving me to wonder what had just happened. She wiggled her fingers for a moment before she started to type, her fingers flying across the keys. The image reminded me of a pianist, sitting and weaving fabrics of music for perusal.

"You just…" I trailed off, staring at the back of her head in uncertainty. She was acting like nothing had happened, when, clearly, she had fallen off of her chair and onto the floor where she'd lain, motionless and puppet-like. Her frighteningly empty eyes stared at me sightlessly in my mind, her parted lips and waxy face reminiscent of a corpse's lifeless features.

"What?" Hinata stopped typing and spun her chair around, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously. I couldn't figure out why she was so nervous. She seemed uncertain, also afraid to tell me what had happened.

"You weren't responding to me, and I shook your shoulder and you fell and hit the floor," I babbled, pointing at the spot on the floor where she'd fallen. I caught myself before I continued, somehow knowing that she already knew what had happened.

"T-that was nothing," Hinata stammered, her white eyes following the path of my finger and resting her gaze on the floor.

I would have believed her, but it was just so weird. It was strange now, too. She was stammering. She never stammered anymore, not when she was around me, at least. Alarm bells went off in my head.

"You can tell me, Hinata," I reassured her. "You can trust me."

"I was hoping you would just drop it." Hinata sighed, lowered her head and stared at her hands clasped in her lap. "I was having a vision."

"A vision…like seeing the future?" I asked, inhaling sharply. My toes curled in anticipation as I prepared myself for an explanation, one that I wasn't sure whether I wanted to hear or not.

"Yes, but they're always changing, and I only see them about my friends," Hinata said, tucking a strand of dark blue hair behind her ear. "I kind of zone out when I get the visions, and I don't really get a choice in whether I see them or not."

"Kind of zone out?" I joked, alleviating the tense atmosphere. "You hit the floor hard and you didn't even flinch."

"Yeah, that happens." Hinata laughed softly. "The first time I had a vision, I didn't understand how I was suddenly in the street, watching my friend get hit by a car when I'd just been inside watching TV. My mom was freaked out when I told her what I'd seen, it took her a while to understand me through my crying. She called her mom and found out that she was perfectly fine."

"Was it scary, not understanding what was going on?" I asked, remembering my personal experiences with my own abilities. But this was something completely different, something I couldn't even imagine. In a way, I was lucky to have developed my powers this late and not have to deal with the trauma of having them as a kid.

I allowed myself a moment to think about what it would have been like, to be with my parents and develop these powers. Would I still be here, in this bedroom, if things had been different? Would I be just as lost, or would better understand them? Would I have ever met Sasuke, Hinata, and Naruto? Or would I be at some other college, calling my parents every weekend and seeing them during the holidays?

What hurt the most, though, was the fact that I'd never know. I'd never get to experience what it would have been like with my parents still alive. They were never coming back. Every time I realized that, it hurt like a thousand shards of glass tearing at my heart.

"It was terrifying. For weeks I kept having visions of things that weren't actually happening only to see them happen hours or even days later," Hinata said, shaking her head to get rid of the memories. Her dark blue hair fell in curtains around her face as she stared at her feet, her toes tracing one of the lines in the floorboard.

"How far into the future can you see?" Hinata shrugged her shoulders almost nonchalantly, as though she'd been asked this question a thousand times before.

"Not too far, a couple of days. The longest I've seen into the future was a week," Hinata told me, scratching at her flustered cheek. Noticing her beat red face, I decided that I'd asked enough questions for now.

The annoying clinging of my clothes to my skin reminded me that I was soaking wet. I stood and headed for my closet to grab some dry clothes. The call of some nice warm clothes made me shiver in eagerness.

"So what vision did you just have?" I couldn't help but ask, decided that that would be the final question.

I could hear Hinata giggling, and I came back out with raised eyebrows. Hinata's cheeks were a brighter red than before, her lips pressed together as she tried to hold in the words that threatened to spill out unwillingly.

"It wasn't anything important," Hinata told me, her eyes looking out the window with an excited glint. "Naruto is going to come over later and ask if I have any ramen. Then he's going to ask if I want to go get some with him."

She started to giggle nervously. The sound brought a smile to my face.

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The hot water rained down on my shoulders and collarbone as I stood under the spray. Steam rose up in thick spirals around me, warming my cold face and filling my lungs with pleasantly tepid air.

It felt good to get out of my cold, wet clothes. It felt good to just stand there and not have to think, to be anywhere, to worry about anything.

Unwilling thoughts suddenly filled my brain, causing a frown to come to my face.

Hinata had abilities just like me. I wasn't alone, if you could really call it alone, when Sasuke, Itachi, and Auntie were just like me and understood. But knowing that Hinata also understood made me feel better.

My fingers curled into a fist when I realized that Auntie had lied to me, again. Would she ever stop lying and just tell me the truth? I doubted she would. And she'd done it so easily too, so willingly.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, forcing my shoulders to relax and my brain to just forget for the moment. Looking down, I started to picture a sphere of water, anything to take my mind off the hurt of betrayal that was blooming in my chest. As the sphere formed, the spray of the shower bounced off it as if it were made of glass.

My thoughts slowly ebbed away as I felt the power flow through me. It felt like a liquid fire was burning through my veins, warming me from the inside out. The only other time I'd felt like this was when…

I growled quietly and let the perfect square fall to the shower floor with a splash. I would not think of Sasuke. It wasn't allowed to, not when I was so confused and jumbled up with emotions.

Shutting off the shower with a frown—my newfound abilities had made my showering time increase along with my love for water—I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a large, fluffy white towel. I just stood there for a moment, feeling the water running down my legs and over my collarbone, resting on my shoulders and trailing down my spine like gentle fingers caressing me.

The sounds of the door opening made me turn with a blush on my face, one that I mentally blamed on the heat of the shower.

"Ew" was all Ami said as she walked over to the long mirror and gazed at herself in it. She leaned forward and fixed her hair and makeup, her eyes sweeping over me as though I didn't exist.

I was tempted to tell her that the feeling was mutual, but I opted instead to dry my hair with a towel, my back facing her. As I did so, I wondered where her friends were, but was glad that they weren't here. One of them was enough; I didn't need four ganging up on me.

"For someone so smart, I think you still don't understand me when I say that Sasuke is mine," Ami said loudly, her eyes finding mine in the reflection of the mirror as I turned to stare at her with exasperation.

"He's all yours," I informed her, hiding the fact that those words irked me more than they should have. Sure, the first time I'd actually meant them, but I wasn't too sure now if I did or not.

"You say that, but I know you don't mean it," Ami retorted snidely, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. It angered me that she could stand there so arrogantly and claim that she knew what I meant when she didn't.

"Look, you don't know me or what I'm feeling so don't act like you do." I turned away from her and grabbed my brush, moving to stand a ways away from her in front of the mirror. I could sense her glaring at me from the corner of my eye, but I chose to ignore it, hoping that she would just give up and leave.

"I don't need to know you to see the way you look at him," Ami finally spat, heading for the door. "You're crossing the line into my territory."

"You—" Turning to her, I was cut off as she shoved me into the mirror, surprised that she could put so much force into one little shove. Without a backward glance, she was out the door, closing it with a slam.

With a shaky breath, I straightened and examined my shoulder. She'd been able to not only make my breath leave my lungs, but shove me hard enough to break the mirror.

"She's psycho," I muttered to myself, gritting my teeth as I pulled out the small shard of glass in my shoulder and stared at it. Blood covered one end of it, the sight making my hair stand on end.

My eyes flickered back to my shoulder in time to see the skin closing up, not even leaving a scratch. Reaching up, I wiped the blood away and leaned in closer to the mirror. Why did I suddenly have super healing abilities?

Rushing back to my clothes, I quickly changed and ran out of the bathroom. I didn't dare to look at the cracked mirror. It was too much of a reminder that Ami was not afraid to eliminate me to get what she wanted, and that something unexplained was going on with me. Something that I needed answers to, something that I refused to let Auntie sidestep around and leave me in the dark about.

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Auntie didn't seem surprised when I barged into her office. No doubt, these last couple of months she'd had more than a couple of people walk into her office without knocking.

"When are you going to stop lying to me?" I asked her, trying to control my breathing from running all the way here. My anger was back and I felt as if I was going to snap like a wire strung too tight

The look on Auntie's face gave me little satisfaction as she stared at me with a knowing look. It was as though she'd been waiting for this moment, this outburst, and hadn't tried to stop it, but instead let it play out.

"It wasn't my right to tell you," she explained, leaning back in her chair as if a weight were being placed on her shoulders. The knowing look changed to one of pain, like she wanted to tell me everything, but couldn't.

"But it was your right to tell everyone else about my abilities?" I ran a hand through my damp hair, fighting the urge to tug on the pink strands, hard. This was always going to go in circles; I was always going to be the last to know, or the one to not know.

"I needed someone to protect you." My laugh was short and harsh, the sound bitter and a surprise even to myself.

"No, you're just afraid. This isn't about protecting me, it's about keeping me in the dark," I told her, moving forward until I was standing in front of her desk and staring down at her. "I've seen the past. I've seen what's happened. You're afraid that if I know the things you don't want me to know, they'll repeat."

"I'm not afraid—" Auntie Tsunade started to refuse, her knuckles white from clutching the arms of her chair. Her nails dug into the soft padding, creating indents.

"Stop lying to me, just stop it!" I yelled, my voice shaking as stared at her. I willed her to drop the act—that she didn't have to afraid for me or have to keep up a fake visage around me. "I can take care of myself, but I can only do that if I know the truth. I need to know who is on my side, whom I can trust, but all you've been doing is lying to me, over and over again."

"I had to, okay?" She sprang from her seat, her blond hair curling around her face as she leaned over the desk, her eyes holding mine sternly. "There are certain things that you cannot know and things that you have to figure out on your own. I admit, I am afraid, but there are certain things that I do not have the right to tell you about other people. Only they can tell you."

"And who are they?"

"You're friends." Auntie didn't say anything else, but instead moved to stare out the window, leaving me standing at her desk and even more confused by her choice of words. How was I supposed to know who my friends were when she wouldn't tell me who was on my side and who wasn't? Her other words rang in my head: you have to figure out on your own

My shoulders slumped with the realization that this was all I was going to get out of her. Even though I was hurt by her abandonment, I resolved to let it go. There was nothing I could do; she'd already made her choice to leave me in the dark.

"When the time is right—"

Hinata burst through the door, her breath coming out in pants and her face contorted in panic. She looked between me and Auntie as she tried to speak and breathe at the same time.

We both stared at Hinata in shock as she stood in the doorway, one hand on her chest and the other on the doorframe.

"Slow down Hinata, what's the matter?" Auntie rushed over to her and led her to the couch were she collapsed down without a word. I went and closed the door, looking into the hallway and relieved to find it empty.

"I…pant…Sakura—future…pant…water—" she cut off as she swallowed heavily. "Death."

"Whoa wait…death?" I came to stand next to Auntie, fear rooting me to my spot.

When Hinata had explained her ability to me, I'd believed her. If she was predicting my death then there was a high chance that it was going to happen. She wouldn't lie about something like this or even joke about it.

"Hinata, did you see Sakura die?" Hinata shook her head furiously as she twisted her hands until her knuckles turned white. She breathed through her mouth loudly as though trying to expel the fear with each exhale.

"You saw me…die? As in, my eyes close and never open again?" I didn't want to accept that she had seen me die. I wasn't supposed to die until I figured out what the heck I was supposed to do with my life.

Hinata seemed to confirm my fear for good when she shook her head up and down slowly. Tears welled up in her eyes as they unfocused for a moment, the vision flashing in front of her eyes as she remembered.

"I…Sakura was in a meadow with this big waterfall." Her words were cut off by my groan, but Auntie held up her hand to silence me abruptly. "She was bleeding badly and fell into the pond, but she didn't come up."

"How did you know I didn't come up? Doesn't your vision usually end right after you've seen what you need to?" I asked, once again hoping to find some fault. Who wouldn't want to disprove their future being death? Everyone was afraid of death, and I sure as heck wasn't excluded from that fear.

"Slow down Sakura, we don't know if her vision is true or not." Auntie stopped to gather her thoughts, her face paler than I'd ever seen it. "Have you ever seen this meadow before in any other vision?"

"No, this was the first time I've ever seen it…it was nighttime in the vision, and Sakura was wearing armor."

Auntie Tsunade didn't say anything for a moment, her eyes fixed on the wall over Hinata's head. Finally she moved towards her desk and quietly pulled out a small strip of cloth.

Hinata's eyes widened as Auntie brought the cloth over to her and held it out to her. What I had thought was originally cloth was actually a small belt with loops on it for holding things with handles.

But what caught my eye was the twisting symbols on the belt, symbols that I had seen so often in my dreams that I could recognize them anywhere.

Seeing the symbols made me wonder what else in my dreams was real. Before I could finish the thought, Hinata started speaking.

"She was wearing that," Hinata told us, her eyes not straying from the leather in Auntie's hands.

"Well…this changes things." Auntie frowned as she looked up at me, fear flashing in her eyes before she hid it. At that moment, seeing the fear in her eyes, I started to have a faint idea of what Auntie was afraid.

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So, that's it for now, I guess. I hope the wait was worth it, the months and months and months of waiting. Looking back, I just realized that I haven't updated since February! How horrible of me, I'm so sorry once again, but truthfully, I've been busy and just wanted to relax. I'll try and post and update more if I can, but I can't make any promises.

Thanks for reading and even though I don't deserve reviews for the long wait for an update, they are appreciated greatly. Reviews make me laugh and give me ideas and motivate me to write and give me inspiration to update. Yeah, they have that much affect on me.