Drip
The room was cold and water covered the floors, just deep enough to ripple whenever he took a step.
Drip
He cautiously walked forward, the ripples radiating in front of him unnoticed.
Drip
Iron pipes crisscrossed the passageway ahead. Here and there Rust had taken hold and dark reddish water would
Drip
Down to the pool below. His fingers intercepted the next drop of water, it was cool, and somehow wetter than it should have been. He licked his lips unconsciously and walked onwards.
Drip
She was beautiful, tall, taller than any adult he had known. Her features were perfect, dark skin taught over her frame without an extra inch of fat anywhere. Nothing but rippling muscle covered in soft pliable skin.
Drip
Water dripped down onto her form, sliding down her bare shoulder, along her collarbone and vanishing between her breasts.
Drip
She was covered after all, a shoulder-less gown, with red fur around the top, leading down to a darker leather corset that emphasized her bust and small waist. The gown arced outwards over her rear, showing generous hips and rear before trailing down onto the water covered floor.
Drip
Her finger twitched and his eyes focused on her hand, her skin rippled with the tiny movement showing the muscle beneath and his breath caught. He took a deep breath and tore his eyes away from her, noticing for the first time the vertical bars between them. Not just bars, two doors held closed by a simple paper with the word Seal imprinted upon it.
Drip
She opened her mouth and his eyes focused on her completely, once again ignoring his surroundings.. "Wake Up." She demanded, her voice deeper than any woman he had heard before.
Drip
He looked at her oddly for a moment before realization swept through him and he sat up.
Blinking he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned reflexively. Getting out of bed the boy stretched and went to get dressed. There was nothing unusual about this morning, or the night before. He had been woken by the same dream for as long as he could remember.
Well, not everything was exactly the same, the doorways he couldn't pass through and the hallways that he could were taller and wider than they used to be. And the pipes that lead to Her room were thicker than they used to be too, but they were also rustier. The darker water dripped more often now too, and there were newer pipes, ones that vanished out of the corridors of his dreams and into the walls.
Naruto wasn't curious though.
The young child picked up a metal pot and filled it with water, Taking a breath he concentrated and for a moment he was back in the corridor, watching the water get deeper in a rush and sweep over his ankles and nearly halfway to his knee before he snapped back and watched the water bubble with a quirk of his lips. Placing the pot on the broken stove he grabbed a cup of Ramen from the nearest cupboard and opened the lid halfway.
He poured the boiling hot water from the pot into the ramen container and ran his finger around the edge of the container to seal the lid and keep the heat inside. Sitting down he stared at the cardboard container, waiting for the water to be absorbed into the noodles within.
The moments strolled away steadily, and as the child counted patiently he closed his eyes and smelled the air. The Ramen smelled of beef, he could almost taste the small bits of meat that was included in the pre-packaged meal. There were other smells too, the noodles themselves, just within the use-by date, the herbs and other assorted flavourings and the musty smell of the apartment that never seemed to quite go away no matter how much he cleaned.
He savagely ripped the lid from the container, slid a fork directly into the centre of the floating mass of noodles, gave a quick stir and lifted the mass into his mouth, ignoring the feeling of heat emanating from the food Naruto bit down and swallowed as much as he could. His meal continued, hastily getting as much as he could onto his fork, then pausing momentarily to smell it as he held it within his mouth and a quick bite before swallowing the noodles. At the end he picked up the cup and drank the soup from it, the near boiling liquid sliding down his throat without causing harm or complaint.
Naruto washed his fork up and placed it carefully back in the drawer it had come from before tossing the ramen container carelessly into the bin. Going back to his room he speedily dressed himself in an orange jumpsuit with a black shirt beneath. Looking around suspiciously he opened a draw and felt it's underside for a moment before pulling out an old set of goggles. Resting them on his forehead he pulled the strap tight over the back of his head and left his small room. Passing through the kitchen he carefully placed random objects here and there on the floor. Opening the apartment door slightly he peered out the crack before removing a chain and going out the door, locking it behind him.
A cloaked man wearing a mask awaited him. A single gesture from the man and Naruto started to jog, the larger ANBU fading into the early morning shadows and following him discreetly.
It was just another day at the Academy.