Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: There should only be three more chapters left. And even worse there will be two time skips and yes there will be some loose ends no doubt that don't get tied up. But still we never know…
IMPORANT! I have changed Chapters… 7…8 and 9. Please check them out to get a full understand of the story.
A Child of Dreaming
"We need to speed this up. How are we going to get what we need if this boy doesn't have it?" A man's deep voice whispered into the nape of a woman's neck.
The woman sighed lovingly, "We'll get it. It'll just take a bit longer than we thought. I suggest we submerge him."
His fingers danced along the top of up her upper thigh, "Do what you must Sachi." He kissed her neck as she giggled. "We'll plunge him into his darkest dreams."
Her soft hand came up to his face as she caressed his cheek, a tinge of coldness came from a diamond ring on her hand, and their eyes connected, her light blue ones glazed over with lust and love as she fell into his dark hazel ones.
"I better be going, my love, lunch is almost over and the children always come back with some injury." She stood up and went to walk off when he grabbed her hand.
Lowering his lips above her ring and brushing them against it. "I can't believe it's been almost three years. Maybe soon we'll start a family of our own?"
Her cheeks blush deep red.
She walked the streets, taking in the new sites, breathing in the new smells, discovering her freedom.
But most importantly she was looking for a job. Something she could do to support herself, ensure she didn't end up living in a cardboard box somewhere.
There didn't seem to be anything around, at least not on display. The hustle and bustle of hundreds of people around her made it hard for her to get around.
'Was it this crowded back home?' She thought to herself. Maybe she had just never noticed it.
She had been out for almost three hours when she chose to go back to her tiny studio apartment.
The place was a mess. The fridge was hardly working, the freezer didn't work, the window was cracked and the bed sunk in on one side. The walls had some mold on them and she knew that wasn't healthy.
The chair in the corner only had three legs and the stove took almost 20minutes to cook a single egg.
Her heart had sunk when she opened the door to the 'freedom palace' as it was listed in the paper.
But she had to make do with the best she had.
Though it scared her to think about what the shower was going to be like.
The dirty floorboards creaked under her weight as she walked towards the bed. Sitting on the end up she placed her face in her hands and moaned softly.
"What have I done?" There was no answer, she was alone.
Completely alone.
Pushing herself back on the bed she looked up at the ceiling before closing her eyes.
Without warning her stomach launched. She flung herself up and bolted to the bathroom. Flipping up the toilet lid all the contents of her stomach piled out into the once-porcelain bowl.
Sliding herself down onto the floor she brought her knees up to her chest.
She groaned, "What is wrong with me?" she asked out loud. Whimpering as a cramp erupted in her stomach and a wave of nausea swept over her.
Sighing she stood up slowly while wincing from the cramps.
Pressing the toilet button she discovered that there was another problem.
The toilet didn't flush.
"What are you doing?" Takeshi's voice tried to keep calm, to stay cool. But something was up. Unlike other times when he had been brought into the medical room he still had his blindfold on. Being held by the large man who normally escorted him to the medical room.
And this time they brought Akemi; they had gagged his old friend and forcefully dragged him out. A feeling of danger seeded itself in the pit of his stomach.
Was Takeshi any other than a Uchiha he would have tried to act on his deepening fears and tried to escape. But he wasn't.
Uchiha by birth and name Takeshi was taught to keep a cool head in times where other, lesser, men would have panicked.
He was also taught by his Uncle Naruto that should anything happen they would never stop searching for him.
Any even though he waited Takeshi knew that there was no one coming.
Words are words and they hang in the air and disappear with the wind. Letters on paper can be burned. In the end everything a person says or writes has exceptions.
Everything.
He could hear Akemi whimpering through his gag, was he that scared of what was to happen? How badly did this impact him? It was not normal to hear him acting like a child. It was… unusual.
Her sickly sweet sadistic voice wormed its way around his being and made him feel dirty, "You wanted to know what it was to be submerged didn't you?" He could hear her smile, her lips stretched out in excitement showing off her white teeth that hide her inner demon. "You'll wake up in a few days. Maybe weeks… months… who knows it could be years."
As the large man, the uneducated buffoon, chuckled at her words pushed Takeshi in a small cylinder-like tube. His hands still bound. Forcing a breathing mask upon his face Takeshi gave in to his fight or flight and tried knocking the man over.
Pushing all of his weight into the man, trying move him was no easy feat. His body was solid mass and Takeshi had been starved and drained, he was weak, he was nothing by an ant trying to fight a child.
Takeshi was shoved with enough force that when his head hit the back of the tube he blacked out for only for a second. It was enough time for the Buffoon to put the mask on him and shut the door.
Blindfolded and bound he had no choice by to comply, no choice but the listen to his friend's screams.
"Please! Please! I beg you!" His cried burned in Takeshi's ears but something was wrong, something was different.
Thick water like substance started to flood the tube he was in. Starting at his feet it gained volume in moments reaching his chest in just under 20 seconds.
He could still hear his friend struggle.
"I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't!" Takeshi wanted to help him so badly, and he promised himself that when he gets out of this he will destroy the whole place.
"I don't even know him!" Takeshi's blood ran cold, those words that voice, as he listened closer he discovered something cruel.
It wasn't Akemi at all.
Hinata cried out, her body was in so much pain she couldn't help it.
She knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
Feeling like her body was exploding she cried into her pillow. Unable to move herself, and knowing no one was home scared her.
Thankfully Hinata heard someone at the front door, "Hello? Anyone hooommme?" Her pale eyes shot open.
Tenten!
"I'm... in here." She called weakly.
"Hello?" Tenten knocked again.
A rush of pain went through her body as she arched herself of the bed, Hinata couldn't help a loud scream from escaping her.
Loud enough that Tenten shoved open the door, "Hinata? Hinata was that you?" Her brunette friend called.
Hinata curled up into the fetal position, "Tenten." She called. "TENTEN!"
Her footsteps heavy against the polished floorboards.
She saw her friend stop dead in the door way. "Oh my god Hinata." Her chocolate eyes wide with fear and freight, it clearly told Hinata that she as in a very bad state.
"Don't go anywhere. I'm sending a messenger pigeon to Sakura ok? Just… just relax."
Katsu smiled, his bed smelt like the sun, she turned over and looked at him, his sleeping face relaxed and kind. Her father would kill her if he knew.
"Why are you watching me sleep? It's rather bothersome." She couldn't help the small smile that lit up her face. His rough rumbling voice cracking from sleep always made her blush.
"Shut up Shikaryu." She whispered. They often spent the night together, just lying next to each other. His arms would be wrapped tightly around her, her head would rest on his chest and his heart beat would comfort her.
There are moments in a person's life where they learn the difference between family love and ever-lasting love. The only two real loves that there is. Everything else was more like a crush, like a small flower that bloomed and wilted quickly.
Katsu could help a tiny smile creep up as her ears burned ruby red.
She knew what kind of love she felt.
Taro sat alone on the high raised patio. His feet kicking at the dirt while he hunched over.
His hands in his pockets he felt alone. No one was home; even his sister was somewhere else in the late morning.
He was forgotten.
The sound of footsteps woke him from his depressed state.
"What's up Taro?" A smiling happy face that belonged to his best friend stood in front of him. The boy with his bright blonde hair and stunning green eyes greeted him.
"What's with that fake smile?" Taro asked with soft growl.
Jiro's smile instantly fell. Taro knew he should have been kinder but at the moment he couldn't really bring himself to care.
The boy sat himself next to his friend, "Dad's been worried over the last few days, you know, since she left." His bright green eyes became dark.
Taro threw his head back and let out a huge sigh startling his friend. He closed his dark eyes for a moment.
Suddenly he slapped his mate on the back, "Don't worry! She's your sister, she'll come back." Green eyes connected with dark.
"And Takeshi, he'll come back too you know… he really will." There was a moment of silence between the two.
Taro had always felt like he didn't matter in the eyes of his parents. He was not the first born, or the first boy, and thankfully he wasn't the first girl. Those titles were taken from him.
And if his mother has anything to say about it, he won't be the last born either.
"I'm angry at them." He whispered, Jiro stared at the wall in front of them, "Oh yeah?" He asked coolly.
"Yeah. I care about them you know? And it's like… when I need them they aren't around." He whispered, his eyes getting lost in the blue sky above them.
"Katsu is off most nights with her boyfriend… you know it's that Nara kid? As if he's any good for my sister! I mean come on!" He paused for a moment. "And Father is trying to make Mother happy by pretending to want to find Takeshi."
"Do… do you think I'd be good enough for your sister?" The boys looked at each other, humor dancing in their young eyes.
"Not even close!"
Jiro was about to respond when a sudden and booming voice caused them to panic.
"OH LEE! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?" The boys cringed, they were spotted, there was no way could they run now.
"YES GUY-SENSEI! THEY SHINE WITH THE SPRING OF YOUTH!"
"THAT'S RIGHT LEE! BUT WE MUST NOT BE THROWN BACK BY IT! WE TOO ARE STILL YOUNG AND YOUTHFUL!"
"YOU'RE AMAZING GUY-SENSEI!"
The boys, were where looking around the surrounding area's before a sudden flash of green and black appeared before them.
Two tall men wearing full body green jump suits descended upon them with bowl cut black hair and shiny white teeth.
"Ahh, Taro Uchiha, is your youthful sister home?" Lee asked.
"Ooooo Lee, you must first comment on his youthfulness first!" Guy-sensei spoke wisely while Lee whipped out a note pad and wrote every word down.
"So mighty young Taro, is your youthful sister home?"
Taro and Jiro stared at the two men. "No…."
"Right well then. We leave this letter with you! We will be off!"
Within a moment the two disappeared.
Looking down at the letter Taro felt his hands start to shake, he clenched his jaw.
It was sealed in red wax.
A declaration of death.
Sitting down at the doctor's office she couldn't help but cringe at the looks she was getting from some of the people.
She was like a new shiny toy. And the whispers make her feel even sicker than she already was, "Who is she?" "I wonder how old she is?" "Do you think she's from a good family? I'd like her to meet my son."
The door to the doctor's office open, "Well yes, you are going to continue getting sick if you eat cherries? Sir, you are allergic to them, we can't fix that."
It was a voice she hadn't heard in years, the softness of a slow deep rumble, and the slightly feminine touch. Looking up at him she knew who he was.
The contours of his high cheek bones, the tanned tinge of his lips, the constant swirl of hazel in his eyes, and of course his, now, lighter brown hair that appeared super soft!
She knew him even though he had grown taller, but he was still slender but was built and compact. Even though his beautiful eyes were behind thin wire glasses that suited him to perfection.
And most importantly she knew him by the look of recognition that lit up his beautiful eyes when he knew it was her.
His eyes sparkled, his smile lit up the room, and she knew that he was no longer the little boy she used to play with.
He picked up a piece of paper and read out, "Kohana Uzumaki!" He said her name with a small laugh, almost like he couldn't believe she was there.
Sasuke stood outside in the hospital hallway while his wife suffered through a fate worse than hell.
This child he had hoped could replace the void his son had left. But could it? Could the child even survive?
Inside he could hear her screams of agony as she struggled to keep herself under control. He wanted to be in there, holding her, dampening her forehead and letting her know that everything was going to be fine.
But he had his doubts.
"Hinata, whatever you do, don't push. It's too early." He could hear Sakura's voice, stained while she tried hard to keep her cool.
It was another hour before anyone came out to let him know what was happening.
It was Sakura and the moment he saw her Sasuke knew it was not going to end well.
Her normally warm green eyes were cold. Those were the eyes she used to deal with patients. 'They need someone strong to help them. They don't need you to love them. They need you to heal them.' Those were the words she had told him many years ago.
"Sasuke." Her voice was firm, "Hinata went in to pre-mature labor. The baby will die."
Sasuke spoke his words before noticing it, "The baby will survive. Hinata will survive. We'll all be fixed."
Her soft hand rested on his shoulder, "She needs to stay here until the 7th month mark ok? That is one more month. I will exercise my right has your medi-nin to abort."
She was speaking as a friend and as their Doctor, and all he could do was nod.
Sasuke knew that they were pushing it. A pregnancy like theirs could kill his wife and their child. His stomach turned and his throat felt like it was shutting on its own.
As he watched Sakura walk off Sasuke walked into Hinata's hospital room. He wouldn't lie; it hurt him to see his wife lying on the white bed, her legs elevated to help stop labor.
His wife, a woman he didn't truly love until the day she had given birth to their son;
His missing son.
Her pale eyes raw and red from the welled up tears. The wet cold trails from her eyes to her cheeks and small wet spots on the white sheet.
"Sasuke." Her voice raspy from her crying. He walked over and took her small pale shaking hand. "Sasuke, you need to bring Takeshi back." She whispered.
"Hinata I-" He started but was cut off by Hinata.
"I can't Sasuke. I can't, I can't, I can't, Sasuke." Her eye welled up and her whole body shook as a river of tears flooded the room.
Sasuke grabbed the sides of her head and held her still as she shook, her eyes glary and frozen over, "Hinata. Calm down. It's not good for the baby." He whispered to her in his most gentle voice.
She sniffed, "Sasuke I can't." She cried weakly.
"Can't wait Hinata?"
"I can't lose two babies." Tears continued falling, "Bring him back. Bring him back, please. Please. Please. Please bring him back." Sasuke pulled her close, her head against his steady breathing chest.
But under his clothing and his skin, his heart was being torn. To save his son is to save his wife. To save his son is to ruin his name.
Sasuke could no longer hear the body tearing sobs. As he looked down through his dark onyx eyes he saw his sleeping wife.
He shook his head as he laid her down on the bed gently.
To save Takeshi is to save my family.
"So my Dear what is wrong with you?" The voice was so insanely professional that she was caught off guard for moment.
Snapping out of it she told him, "I've been vomiting a lot. I can hardly keep anything down. I feel dizzy and nauseas."
The Doctor who sat across from her reviewed her symptoms.
"Have you been feeling this way for a long time?" He asked, peering at her from behind his glasses.
She felt like a child under his strong glaze, "Um, yes. For the last five six months… maybe, I think."
He tapped his pen against a small clipboard in his hands, "Are you sexually active?" He asked in a passive way. His peering eyes making her uncomfortable.
"No! Not at all." She whispered as if it was a crime.
He raised his left eyebrow in disbelief, "Have you had sex in the last year?" He asked again.
Biting her lip she suddenly saw where this was heading, "Wha… wha…what?" She stuttered.
"Have you-"
"I bloody heard you!" She cried out causing him to display a sudden shock and then grin in amusement.
"Well then you should be able to answer, should you now?" He teased her slightly, enjoying the redness that spread her pale face. It reminded him a little of when they were younger.
"I have." She bit down her red lips, "Just once."
"Was….. it unprotected sex?" He asked.
She lowered her head and nodded. Her light pink and blonde hair falling in front of her face giving her a curtain in which to hide herself.
He paused for a moment, "Who was it?" He asked purely for personal reasons.
Her eyes widened and she looked up at him in complete horror. She knew Takeshi's feeling towards Akemi as children. "It was… it was…."
"Takeshi?" Akemi's voice came out a little strained and laced with what seemed to be distance and jealousy but also sadness.
Once more like a child she just sat there and nodded her head.
She could hear the Doctor shifting himself around in his large black chair.
There was a moment of awkwardness before he asked, "How is he?"
Her heart broke.
"He's missing." Her words were whispered almost silently but the man across from her seemed to hear every word. The pen crashed to the floor.
He picked it up in a hurry and she took this moment to explain. "He got into a fight with his father. He was kicked out. And while on a mission he was taken." She finished her explanation calmly and almost passive. If it wasn't for the fact her face betrayed her words than Akemi would have thought she didn't care.
"I-I see. So he could still be…"
She slammed her hands down on his desk, startling him, "Of course!"
Sliding down back into her chair Akemi took the chance to ask her, "What did they fight about?"
"Takeshi is gay. His father is an asshole." She mumbled.
"Is…Is that so?"
"Yeah."
Suddenly she felt the awkwardness that was coming from her childhood friend.
"But you had sex with him?" He asked with great confusion, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses.
"Yes."
"But he's…?
"Yes."
"And the two of you had sex?"
"No we made taco's."
"And he's gay?"
"Can I have a pregnancy test now please?"
"He's really gay?"
She couldn't help but kick his desk in hopes to wake him from his stupor.
He looked at her as if he had forgotten she was even there. Suddenly he cleared throat and pulled something from his draw.
"Right, take this, pee on it, bring it back."
Snatching the test from his hand she stomped into the room he pointed to off to the side.
But there was a fear gnawing at her.
I couldn't be, could I?
Takeshi woke up, sun seeping through his thickly woven curtains and lighting up his bedroom.
Rolling over he was confronted with a back. The soft curves that created an hour glass of a figure, dark honey brown hair fanned out in a knotted mess on the pillows.
Pushing himself up off the bed and groaning in disagreement as the cooler air hit his skin he made his way to their ensuite bathroom.
He tried his hardest to wake the sleeping woman as he flushed and washed his hands. Spraying his face with water he looked up in the mirror.
"I look so old." He whispered to his reflection, straightening himself up he smiled. "Nah, I'm only 21." Saying his name out loud made him feel even worse.
He had a large deep scar running from his bottom eye lid to his jaw bone. His once fresh and scar free face was now completed with tiny scars he had accumulated since he was 17.
One battle after another. Anything so he didn't have to come home.
But he did. He couldn't just leave his responsibilities. He couldn't leave her, he loved her.
Her dark brown hair and sweet hazel eyes. The way she smiled and laughed, how she cried with a soft sweetness, but mostly he loved how much she needed him.
Takeshi could hear her starting to wake and so he hurried out of the bathroom. In the corner of the room he walked softly with flower like gentleness.
"Shhh," He whispered as he caressed her small pink face. "Now there my little Koto."
He smiled. His only reason for ever returning home.
"Come to your Daddy, we'll go get you some breakfast."
His little harp.
"Well you aren't pregnant." Akemi told his old friend. "I think you have CVS."
"Normally it occurs in children and rarely happens to adults. However you are an unexpected case. I can give you some capsules, take 3 a day." He stood up and walked towards a large cabinet, mumbling to himself while on the hunt.
Finally he grabbed a small bottle and closed the doors. Sitting back down Akemi handed the small orange bottle to her.
"Take one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one at night. Roughly 30minutes before you eat. This is a new concept." He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped, as he peered at her from behind his specs.
"If this had start two years ago there would have been no help. Only in recent times after Doctor's discovered these and put them on trial. They had a large success rate. You should be fine." She nodded.
There was a silence between them. Almost sad.
He broke it first, "Sushi, why are you here?"
She didn't need to look up, "I left home. I left home because I couldn't deal with Father, with Takeshi's disappearance. I left and now I'm stuck in a run down, soul crushing, uninhabitable apartment."
"A-and, please Akemi. I want to live a different life, to restart, I no longer want to go by 'Sushi' but by my real name."
She heard him chuckle.
"You always were stubborn. Always strong, like a tidal wave. Taking over and crushing anything in your way. You've changed though, you know that. You don't pretend to be happy and anymore and that's a good thing."
She looked at him, his smile comforting her.
I did the right thing.
"I should be going." Kohana stood up abruptly. "We've been here for almost over two hours and there are other waiting!"
Akemi laughed. "I'm not on duty anymore. The others would have been seen by my two mentors. You were my last, Miss Kohana." He smiled and her heart skipped a beat.
He reminded her of Takeshi is a very brotherly way.
"We should catch up. Tea, dinner, that kind of thing." He told her. And she laughed.
"We should." She didn't want to tell him she was almost broke.
As he showed her the door he waved goodbye.
"Oh and Kohana, there are a few a few jobs that we have if you're looking?" She smiled, a job is one of the first things on her list.
"I want you here in two days at 8am." He cocked his head the side and gave her an innocent smile.
She hated how he could always read her.
But she loved him like that anyway.
"You've been here for almost three months. It's summer, go to the beach." She shook her head. "Well you can go visit him and do work you know…"
"You married for a good reason Takeshi. To continue our line."
"Where's my daughter? WHERE IS SHE?"
Hinata heard nothing, a deafening silence and her heartbroke. All she wanted to hear was the cry.