Hello everyone :D
I admit I had difficulty finding something not so cliché for this drabble, but I had a hard time, and only thanks to a friend I got on the 'right path' :P
BTW, we're nearing the end!
Ja ne,
Temari 88
- (December 23rd) Morning -
He feels a growl growing inside as he runs as fast as his legs can carry him, muscles enhanced with chakra and uncaring of the branches cracking under his feet as he pushes even more strength in his leaps, both because of the anger and because he has to hurry... he can't believe it! How could they leave him out of the war! He doesn't care that their choice was the most logic one, he can't let his precious people fight for his life - he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he let some of them die...! —Finally arriving at the main battlefield, he can see different groups of shinobi fighting with all of their might against the horde of enemies; from his point of view, the allied nations were mostly winning but still a good number of revived corpses were opposing them and at the far end of the battlefield, he can see Madara fighting... someone that looks like... Gaara...! All breath leaves him then and he can do nothing but stand there, watching as the Uchiha disappears from sight only to reappear behind the red-haired with a sword already plunged deep between the teen's shoulder blades (the sand not fast enough to stop the man)—"NO!" the shout forces him awake, panting and sweating heavily, his eyes search the room and only when they rest of a pale - smooth - back he feels his breathing calm down... Gaara turns around then, the early moring sun reflecting into his green eyes, and silently comforts him caressing his sweaty forehead, "I'm here, I'm alright" he seems to say and that's enough for him.