Chapter
Title: 'Is This The Only Evidence That Proves It?'
Belonging
To: 'Conscious Dreaming'
Author:
Miss.Yamapi.Kara
Genre: Drama, (Romance), Science Fiction
Warnings: None outstanding
Rating: T
Base: 'Naruto' by
Masashi Kishimoto
Chapter Summary: A memory surfaces while
both are awake and they see it, and each other. They are both
distressed. What is going on?
Chapter Soundtrack: 'Was It A
Dream?' 30 Seconds To Mars
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used in this story.
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A Dream?', performed by 30 Seconds To Mars.
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Miss.Yamapi.Kara
Author's Note: IMPORTANT: "Writing like this" indicates remembering something that was said in the past ('Naruto'-verse). 'Writing like this' indicates a thought that is occurring presently (while in ATW). "Writing like this" indicates speech. Writing like this is used in the memory scene – that entire block of writing is what Naruto and Sasuke both remember when they see each other in the ATW lounge. Words surrounded by three dots are song lyrics.
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who made it possible for 'Was It A Dream?', performed by 30 Seconds To Mars, to reach my ears.
Proceeding...
Conscious Dreaming
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: Is This The Only Evidence That Proves It?
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...
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A
photograph of you and I ...
He held his breath and slowly leaned back against the bar counter.
The polished wood dug into his back.
He didn't feel it.
The other was frozen in place.
People walked past him unmindful of his shocked state.
He saw right through them.
Their eyes didn't blink, they didn't move – everything was fast and slow and unmoving.
And then everything was nothing at all.
Trees rush past.
High speed; wind; thump, land foot and balance, don't fall off; keep running, keep jumping; chasing, running, chasing.
The forest is dark and it must be night time. The canopy lets in less than no light.
Fly past, under a break in the ceiling of leaves, and there is the moon.
The trees must be thick.
Step, step, soar; step again, dodge that branch; breathe in, breathe out; ragged gasp and wheeze.
There is light, it pervades the area up ahead. The canopy must be thinning. It becomes a paler green, no longer dark jade.
Chasing, running, chasing.
A branch is snapped and the sound cuts through the silence of the woods. It isn't heard by the two who have blood roaring in their ears.
The leaves are thinning. Light drips to the forest floor like falling snow.
Still thinning, more and more. It's coming now in streams like ribbons, spotlights on wild flowers.
The trees stop.
The young man in front halts too late, almost falls from the branch.
The one in back shoots a hand out to catch the other.
They're standing now, both on the same thick branch of a towering tree, facing each other and breathless. They take in air greedily. It's the only sound to be heard.
They're the only two people for miles.
Blue and black collide.
Everything is silent now; silver illuminates the night as the moon now has clear view of the two.
Blue and black war.
...
Your
defences were on high
Your walls built deep inside
Yeah, I'm a
selfish bastard
But at least I'm not alone ...
"Why won't you stop running?" A husky voice asks and blue eyes plead.
There is no answer. The forest listens.
Tension is high and the air is trembling.
"Seven years of running... can't you stop now?"
He is searching for a sign in the other that things can finally change. He sees no point in a doomed quest.
He just wants the other to stop.
Deep breath, "I might sound selfish... but I'm being honest: I want you to come back."
Black eyes remain blank.
Blue eyes burn.
"Do you hear me? It's not about anyone else anymore, it's about me! I want this to end! I'm tired of chasing you and I hate that I can't stop myself!"
A spark in the darkness.
"...A long time ago, you said I didn't understand... but I can imagine. To lose all my friends.. the friends that have become my family.. just thinking of it makes me lonely. But then I remember I haven't been alone for a long time. They won't let that happen to me."
He takes a step towards the one he's speaking to.
Blue eyes are strong and truth shines in them freely, "You won't have to be alone anymore, either. Let me make sure of that. Please, come back with me?"
It has to be a question because he knows the other will never listen to a command.
...
My intentions never change
What I wanted stays the same
And I
know what I should do ...
"Don't ask me things like that!" Confusion infuses the loud, deep voice with fury.
The trees shake with his yell.
He takes a step back on strong legs, much stronger than his heart, when the other shuffles towards him.
A bead of sweat glides from brow to chin.
Everything is quiet again – he reassesses his control and knows what he has to do. He dons the mask of a well-rehearsed role.
He has always known his life must be sustained by lies.
Black eyes are unyielding, "There is no decision for me to make."
He cannot leave this path; too much time has been spent on it already. There is nothing else for him, and he cannot allow himself to believe otherwise.
He steps back and falls from the branch to the forest floor, intent on resuming the run and escaping from the source of his inner turmoil.
Blue eyes do not leave black as he watches the other descend. He follows with a scowl.
Chasing again, running, chasing.
The glade is wide and bursting with blooming white flowers. They blossom under the ethereal radiance of the moon. Petals become airborne in the wake of the runner and fall gently before swirling with the passing of the chaser.
He is fed up with this game. He leaps and catches a hold of the other's ankle.
They both fall. They crush flowers beneath their bodies. They spare no thought for it.
They struggle and grunt, a fight for a head-start in the next race to escape or pursue.
With a strong push against each other, they are both standing again and baring teeth.
"Damn it! I'm never going to let you go!"
...
Your reflection I've erased
Like a thousand burned out
yesterdays
Believe me when I say goodbye forever
Is
for good ...
"You are nothing more than a memory to me."
Two hearts shatter in the stillness of the night.
The image stilled like a photograph.
The young man at the bar blinked first.
The last scene of the sudden movie in his mind lingered. It spoke a thousand words of anger, betrayal and anguish. It spoke volumes of passion.
His lip trembled, 'What was that..?'
A tear slipped from his eye and he gasped, 'That wasn't a dream...'
Across the room, the young man standing there shook, black hair falling into his eyes.
The scene frozen in his mind's eye screamed deception, fear and denial. It was filled to burst with tension.
'What do you know, when you've been alone from the start? Huh?!'
He held his head, 'Was that my voice?'
It scared him to think it, but he couldn't explain it otherwise, 'It wasn't a dream this time.'
It was a decision made independently by both in the same moment.
The room was suddenly short two people.
No one seemed to notice.