Red droplets were raining from the sky unto my face as I looked down at the body covered with dirt and blood. Thunder clashed in the background as I cried heavily. The stones on the ground dug deep into my knees as I sat kneeling before my dead father. The black birds that were swirling around the forest had started to gather, and began to swarm around my father eyes. Their screeching making my ears tingle with pain.

They couldn't wait to feast.

I wanted so badly to take my arms and swing the birds away, but I was so tired. I couldn't move from my position at all. Fatigue and horror clashed within my body. It felt like invisible chains were wrapped around my body, slowly cutting off my need to try to save the man lying in front of me. I could feel it tightly holding me down, down into a black abyss of more suffering.

He was right in front of me. Right in front and I couldn't save him. My own father, who gave me countless advice through the years, was dead due to me. I wasn't strong enough to stop Madara, wasn't smart enough to come up with a plan to stop him. I had to rely on another man to save the day, as usual. No amount of tears this time could change that fact.

A harsh gargled scream tore from my throat. Echoes of my pain and repulsion danced through the trees surrounding the two of us. No one responded back to my screams except a high wind that whistled its own tune. No one gave a damn about me, the lazy genius who actually amounted up to nothing. I was alone, all alone.

With a dead man who was once my father.

I could feel myself begin to shake all over, and I could faintly hear my name being called farther out in the forest. It ranged with a firm touch of calmness that I knew my own voice couldn't portray. I whipped my head around searching for the person who was looking for me. I could hear my name again coming my right side, from the opening of the forest, growing louder.

"Shikamaru!"

I could see a figure through the trees, but I couldn't exactly make out a face. The light from the sun glared right unto the figure as if it was giving it a holy shield of sunlight. I could feel my chains slowly dripping off my body, as if the persons calling my name held some sort of power. It was probably the angel of death calling me.

I turned my head back toward my father to see him no longer there. I gasped and turn quickly back to the person in the woods. No longer was one body visible, but two. I could swear upon kami I saw through the bright light the outline of my father. He was standing with the nameless person calling for me. They both were waiting for me to get up, and come join them.

I shakily began to wipe the tears away from my eyes, and then braced my hands against the ground to stand up. As I started the slow trek towards the bright opening I no longer could feel the rain drop unto my skin. The birds had even stopped their squawking of death in my ears. All focus was on the calm voice calling my name from the light.

The figures in the light started to hold up their hands for me to grasp as I walked closer. I could make out a pair of red eyes from the person on the right; I definitely identified my father's warm brown ones' on the left. My pace began to pick up a little more speed. My name started to be spoken more frequently, as if it was being synched with an imaginary melody only the two faceless people knew. I could feel myself become breathless. More alert to only them.

I was almost there.

As I pasted the last row of dead flowers in the field right in front of the silhouettes, the sun felt as if crashed right onto me. I became engulfed with flames of the brightest reds and oranges. And right before I could start to feel the flames burn on my skin, the red eyes that were whispering my name vanished.

Then I woke up, and stared right into black eyes that seemed so similar to the red ones of my dream.

"Shikamaru"

I gasped softly before turning my head away from the Uchiha that was perched on the side of my bed.

"I'm okay now, thank you for waking me." I replied with a slight shudder in my voice. I felt ashamed to have Sasuke of all people have to help me. I was so used to Hinata soft hands swiping across my face, while she hums a nameless melody that would bring me back down from my nightmare high. I needed more comfort then just him sitting here, but I wouldn't dare ask that of the traitor. Neither would I want it.

"Hn, I'm taking my leave now. Don't expect me to do this again, because I won't."

As I stared at the crumpled up sheets by my shaking hand I couldn't help but to smirk. I wouldn't expect anything less from this man, if anything I'm surprise he was here this time.

"I wouldn't dare, and as far as it's concerned this never happened." I said.

Silence greeted me.

I looked back up to see the Uchiha had already left.

I flopped my head back down unto my pillow and right before I closed my eyes again, red eyes danced in my mind.

I groaned. My headache was back.

Too fucking troublesome.