The wind was blowing through her hair. The spring breeze left a refreshed feeling flowing throughout her body and smelled faintly of sunlight. Beside her were the two men who were most important in her life, Naruto and Sasuke. They were running through the trees together. She wasn't sure why, she just knew it was a happy moment. She let the sun warm her skin and a smile grace her face. Slowly drops of black began to fall, blotching out parts of the scenery around her. It was as if someone had spilled ink on paper. The grass below and trees around began to turn black faster and faster as if a downpour of ink fell from the sky. She panicked and looked over at Naruto and saw the ink was beginning to erase him as well, but he didn't look as if he saw what was happening. He was beaming with that characteristic Naruto smile.
A blotch fell on his shoulder and it faded away into the darkness. She tried to yell out, to tell him to look, but her voice wouldn't come out. Another blotch fell on his thigh and it, too, was gone. More and more ink seemed to fall onto Naruto and the surrounding forest until it was almost as black as night. Eventually all she could see of Naruto was one bright blue eye. Her tears wouldn't stop pouring down her face as she tried to cry out to him. But it was of no use as the last part of him vanished into the void around her.
The black erased the sun and left the moon in its place. She gazed up at it, tears still rimming her eyes. It almost looked red. The color tickled the back of her mind, tugging at something important. A memory... The image of Sasuke's bright red sharingann eyes flooded her mind and she turned in circles frantically searching for him. Did he, too, disappear? After a moment her eyes found him, his dark eyes and hair blending in with the blackness. He turned to her, his gaze freezing her. He wasn't even trying to hide the despair on his face as he gazed at her. His eyes focused not on her face but her stomach. She looked down and touched her stomach. Her hand came away bright red, with blood dripping off her hand. She sucked in a breath to scream...
Her strangled gasp caught in her throat as she shot straight up in her bed. Sweat stuck her hair to her face and neck. She was panting, gasping for breath while gripping the kunai that usually hides under her pillow. Her wide green eyes searched her room for any threats before she dropped her kunai back onto the bed and buried her face in her hands. Silent tears streamed down her face.
Sakura was no stranger to nightmares. She could remember exactly when they started plaguing her sleep. It was the first time she saw the sharingann. She knew what it was, of course, but she didn't know how much fear it would strike into her heart. She had followed Sasuke one day when they were back in the academy, fangirling over him a little. He went to try and train with Itachi but Itachi was already locked in a match with Shisui. When they turned to acknowledge Sasuke's arrival, she saw the red, spinning pinwheels and felt ice bloom in her stomach. She immediatly felt fear like she had never felt before and froze. After they turned away and continued their sparring match, she ran away as fast as she could. Ever since then she tried to never look at any sharingann straight on. When she did, that feeling came back again.
Sakura dragged herself out of her bed and into the bathroom. Bracing herself on the counter, she stared down her reflection. It was not a pleasant sight. Her normally vibrant eyes were rimmed red from crying and the dark circles underneath made them stand out even more, not in a good way. Her skin was sickly pale with a sheen of sweat coating it that stuck her limp hair to her uncomfortablly. Ugh, I need a shower. She glanced out the doorway at the clock next to her bed. 4:02am. I guess it'll be daybreak soon enough.
She gazed longingly at her bed knowing it wouldn't offer her anymore comfort that night and started her morning routine. Looking at herself in the mirror once again she told herself, "Smile. You have a mission today." She gave herself a half pathetic smile. It's progress.