Chapter Title: 'The Dawn Is Breaking...'
Belonging To: 'Conscious Dreaming'
Author: Miss.Yamapi.Kara
Genre: Drama, Science Fiction
Warnings: None outstanding
Rating: T
Base: 'Naruto' by Masashi Kishimoto
Chapter Summary: The memories plague them, but they don't remember what they see. One is searching, the other is running. For what and from what, they only wish they knew.
Chapter Soundtrack: 'Collide' Howie Day
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Miss.Yamapi.Kara
Author's Note: GMT - Greenwich Mean Time; also UT (Universal Time); it's the timescale I'm using here to show that the things described in Naruto's and Sasuke's daily lives are happening at the same time. Fun fact: during my research, I found that there is a Naruto University of Education in Japan. Fancy that.
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who made it possible for 'Collide', performed by Howie Day, to reach my ears.
Proceeding...
Conscious Dreaming
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: The Dawn Is Breaking...
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... I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again ...
1:00am : GMT+1
Zurich, Switzerland
Milchberg Complex, Apartment 508
He woke in a cold sweat with his sheets tangled around his legs.
It was dark in his bedroom and the first thing that he asked himself was the time. Somehow, knowing the time calmed him, as if it gave stability to an otherwise unpredictable world.
Early morning was displayed in vibrant digital red on his dresser.
He sighed and wiped his forehead with his hand. What had he dreamt?
That dream again, surely. It was the only one that would leave him like this, gasping for air and blinking rapidly.
'Go to the bathroom. Wash your face.' He ordered himself in exasperation.
This was getting ridiculous.
Standing in front of the sink, he turned the faucet and cupped his hands under the flowing water. He splashed his face and sighed into the coolness.
He was sighing a lot, lately.
Faucet off, towel in hand, he looked into the mirror in front of him. Beads of liquid ran rivers over his cheeks, fell in droplets from his chin; his blond hair darkened where it had been wetted.
Blue eyes never lie.
They reflected his tiredness through the glass and he decided to go back to bed.
Lying down, getting comfortable was impossible. Decision time: sleep is not an option.
He stood and donned his jeans and exchanged his shirt for a new one. After that dream, when all else failed, he took up his AdvanceTechWorld headset, Developer Program Edition.
An employee of AdvanceTech got free exploration hours, after all.
He wouldn't be rested well for work tomorrow.
He sighed again and shrugged in his mind. That wasn't important at the moment.
Important was that dream.
The dream he could never remember.
The one that fled his consciousness the moment he exited sleep.
However, he was sure of one thing – something that made him feel attached to his dream and urged him to pursue the evanescent images: in it, he was always chasing something.
... I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind ...
8:00am : GMT+9
Kobe, Japan
Kobe University, Heisei Dorm, Room 201
He woke holding his breath with a snapping open of his eyes.
Light shone past the curtain of his window and the first thing he asked himself was where was he. It was always distressing for him to be uncertain of his surroundings, as if he could never be sure of anything.
Familiar wallpaper and furnishings guaranteed this was his room.
He sighed and relaxed his curled up body. What had he dreamt?
That dream again, there was no doubt. It was the only one that would leave him like this, paralysed with a tension that he couldn't place and even afraid to move.
'Sit up. Nothing's here to hurt you.' He did as he had told himself.
This was getting ridiculous.
He looked around his single dorm room and sighed.
He was sighing a lot, lately.
After pulling aside the curtains of the window by his bed, he scanned the sky blankly. His reflection in the glass was sharp, black hair a dark shadow on a clear lake's surface.
Black eyes are always shy.
They betrayed his restlessness through the glass and he had no idea what to do.
He stood and pulled on black pants and a jacket over his shirt. After that dream, when all else failed, he took up his AdvanceTechWorld headset, his escape from the people and places he was not attached to.
Everywhere he went, he seemed to be out of place.
He didn't have much time, though – he had a class that morning.
He sighed again and shrugged in his mind. That wasn't important at the moment.
Important was that dream.
The dream he could never remember.
The one that disappeared the instant he opened his eyes.
However, he was sure of one thing – something that made him unable to forget the occurrence of the dream: in it, he wanted to face something but was always afraid to.
They had each entered a co-ordinate that neither had experience before. They had both chosen a place at random in a hurry to become distracted by something else.
This one was a pleasant setting.
A lounge with dimmed lighting in orange and blue tones, plush couches and a warm wood furnished bar area. Soft, uplifting music played in the background as some people swayed on a wood-panel dance floor. There were many people.
He smiled and rolled his neck before stepping forward towards the bar. Technically, it wasn't too early for a drink. He slid into a seat and smoothed his hands over the rich red counter-top mat.
In the mirrored glass behind the bar shelves, he noticed his eyes looking a lighter shade of blue already – a sign that he was calming down.
When the bartender asked him his poison and delivered, he swivelled in his seat and gazed out at the room.
He sighed again, more happily this time, and sipped his drink.
... Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide ...
Glancing at the place he had arrived in, he couldn't say he was displeased.
He shifted his shoulders to disperse a little tension and side-stepped a couple that were too absorbed in each other to notice where they were walking.
It didn't bother him – he knew he didn't belong there either, so no one would act as though he did.
The warm lights and scattered coves of pillowed sofas made it a casual place, somewhere one could come to unwind.
He figured that was exactly what he would do.
Searching out the bar, he located it and began to walk towards it, aware of anyone who stepped too close and avoiding the dance floor entirely.
As he neared it, he started to feel a strange stir – a stir that he was convinced he'd felt before.
Even recently.
They both looked up.
Blue and black collided.
Kapitel 2 ist fertig! Weeeeeeee!
Next time: ...I don't know! You'll find out when I do. ;P