The world of dreams chap. 2
A/N: SOOOO sorry that I don't update often. I have exams going on and it makes it so difficult to continue this story. Plus, this story was loosely based on my old thought how Naruto should have gone and if my friend, let's call her Desiree, didn't shove the laptop in my face and forced me to do this, I wouldn't even dare post it. Plus, I don't really remember most of the story that I wrote, seeing that I wrote it on a piece of paper, that I lost :'( and even if I didn't lose it, I would NOT understand what the hell I wrote cause I was only eight-nine years old kid. Half the thing I wrote in my past books is gibberish; I'm amazed that my teachers could even understand what I wrote.
Enough whining from me! On with the story! Oh, and I changed Sakurai's age to five years old. It was unrealistic for a one year old to do all that stuff.
Disclaimer: Can a thirteen year old kid own Naruto? I highly doubt it.
Chapter 2
No one's P.O.V.
After a week after being hospitalized, Haruno Sakurai finally regained most of the chakra he lost and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he first noticed that he wasn't in his room. The last time he checked, his celling was painted baby blue with fluffy cloud paintings all over it. Sakurai tried to move his head to check the room he was in and bit back a wince, his head hurt like hell! He stopped trying to move his body for a moment to regain his bearings.
Sakurai took a deep breath and thought back on his last memory, if it could tell him why he was in the hospital. Maybe he was kidnaped by aliens and had his brain he removed, or had a crazy ninja attacked the clan and he had to protect them or worse, the village was attacked by a huge monster that was seeking blood!? Anything could have happen to him, he though franticly this time trying to sit up and failed miserably. Pain shot up his body and he tasted a familiar iron-like taste. He quickly covered his mouth with his right hand and coughed blood into it, "maybe the clan is having greater probe-" His thoughts were cut short when he glanced at his hand and painful memory surfaced.
'Sakurai, Ialwayswill ... Love ... You.'
The pink haired boy felt his body freeze; he could feel the tears building up in his eyes. He forgot, he forgot what happened, he forgot that his mother died, damn it! How could he forget it like it was something unimportant, like it shouldn't be remembered?! His chest, his heart, pounded painfully as he remembered the feeling of his mother's limp body on him, the blood that seeped out from her wound from her back until there was no more left. And the look in her eyes, those dead eyes that stared at him blankly until he closed them, but would forever haut him. It looked so ….. Dead. (Pun not intended)
He barely noted the nurse that entered the room to check on him. All he could hear was the words his mother last words; it was stuck in his head like a broken mantra, repeating itself over again and again, without stopping. The memories were torturing him, taunting him, reminding him that he lost his most precious person because he was weak, because he couldn't protect. He gripped the sheets tighter, ignoring the loud beeping noise from the heart monitor that was hooked onto him and the frantic yell from the nurse when his heart beat suddenly skyrocketed. He ignored the two doctors that bustled around him, the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest wasn't stopping and it kept going, faster and faster, like his was running in a race. He was grateful that one doctor had the sense to sedate him. He murmured out his first words in days.
"I… Failed… You"
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The Haruno clan was in the state of chaos when the war was over. Their head of the clan, along with his wife, was dead and one of the heirs was only a five year old and in the hospital. The other was a girl and in coma. True, both were smarter than children their age, the boy knew how to wield a variety of weapons and could use advance healing techniques, but he was only a child, never was it heard that of his age could lead a huge clan, even less for a clan that played an important part in the village.
Some of the clan elders beg to differ though; they knew that after the boy had saw and felt war first hand, he would be more than ready to be trained both as a ninja and the head. When he saw the death of his mother, he lost all his innocence and purity that he once had.
Even though the clan members were sceptical about that, they couldn't do anything but cross their fingers and hope for the best. The clan hoped that the young boy would accept being the head of the clan at a young age.
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Finally after a month of being locked up in the hospital, Sakurai was finally able to return to his clan, even though his mind was far from healed. He past the village that was being reconstructed, each building that had happiness and joy floating around it was destroyed. His heart clenched when he saw the old Dango shop he and his parents used to go to, where he first had his first plate of Dangos. He ignored the feeling and thought about his clan to past the time.
'Both his parents were dead ('Ignore the pain,' he reminded himself) now, so that would make him the head of the clan,' he furrowed his eyebrows at the thought, 'right?'
He didn't know whether to jump for joy or cry in sadness. Part of him wanted to jump for joy because he always dreamed to be the clan head. "What's it like being the big boss, pa?" He asked his father his question one day. His father laughed at his question, "You'll see, son." He answered Sakurai who was already pouting. "One day, you'll see." With that, he continued his lessons on how to sweet-talk women, only to be hit by his wife moments later. ("Ignoring the pain" He thought as he pushed the memories away.)
The other part of him wanted to cry his eyes out. The only reason he was becoming the head of his clan was because his family had died, if only his mother didn't die, she would have become the head. And if his sister was- wait, his sister! His pace slowed until he came to a stop, his two bodyguards stared at the boy from behind him but kept silent.
"Where is she?" He addressed his two guards for the first time since he left the hospital, "Where is my sister? And how are her conditions?" Sakurai didn't need to see that the two guards glanced at each other, debating whether to tell him or not.
He snorted at them, drawing their attention back to him "Stop it. Both of you are ANBU, no?" Was it bad he mocked them slightly? They were in the Haruno compound so it doesn't really matter what he says, right? "Just tell me already, I've seen death several times.*" The one on his left stiffed at his comment while the other one sighed.
"Well," the ANBU on his right said, "She was sent to the hospital three hours before you were. She's in coma right now." The ANBU waited for his reaction to the newly learnt information. They had expected a hiss fit, a tantrum or denial from the boy on his sister's condition, but were shocked when he continued walking with a curt, "I see." Reply to the information. He continued walking in front of the adults and entered the gate, or what was left of the gate, of his clan before turning around to the two adults. "Well, goodbye." He said before turning and leaving them outside of the compound.
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Sakurai walked in the used-to-be mini town that his clan build so the clan member didn't need to leave the compound to buy their needed items, as they were on the outskirts of the village. He walked on the dirt part, sometimes side-stepping the rubble and chunks of wood from broken buildings, with a frown on his face as he surveyed the damage. "This is going to take time to heal," He muttered as he shook his head, "both for the place and people. This scar will not be easily forgotten." With that, he went on towards the part where most of the (emotionally stable) people were at. They were busy working on building the houses that were torn down. Some men were carrying bricks, cement, and such over from one place to another. They hadn't noticed the young boy and he made no move to draw attention to him. Instead, he looked at the buildings they were all making. So far they had built a total of seventeen buildings which looked almost bare to the boy, he was used to seeing colourful flowers and bright colours on the wooden walls of almost every building in the mini-town, they were wondrous to look at but the houses now were made out of grey cement that were bare and the ground had no more grass or brown dirt, there was orange dirt (Curtseys to one of the Kyuubi's tail that had landed.) The building that were once there; the houses, shops, deco, were all gone. Even the rubble and wooden chunks were all gone.
Sakurai was about to leave when one of the men saw him. The man's eyes widen before calling out, "Young lord!" The other workers stopped and looked their way but he continued on. Bowing his head, he spoke "My lord, the clan elder had said that you were supposed to be at Bunker 11." The young boy raised an eyebrow at him and nodded, before opening his mouth "Thank you for telling me, mister…? " He trailed off expectantly, he fairly noticed that the other men had stopped working and were bowing to him.
"Mimoshida Haruno, milord." He answered the boy in front of him stiffly. The said boy sighed at his stiff attitude around him, they all need to loosen up a bit, and this would make his time as the head fun. Oh joy! (Note the sarcasm)
Sakurai nodded and turned to leave. "I'll be taking my leave then, Mimoshida-san." He called out his shoulder and walked towards his destination. After the boy left everyone at the construction sighed in relive, at least the boy wasn't crying or emo-like, that would be a disaster if that had happened. He would have tons of fan girls, a training addict, wears dark clothing and uses a duck-butt hair style! Oh the horror, they thought with a shudder, (A\N: I just had to make this reference, it was too funny to keep it! *Rolls on the floor laughing*) with that they picked themselves off the ground and continued their work.
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Sakurai was a child so it wasn't expected of him to act serious all the time, but he tried to be so he would be a perfect head of the clan. But sitting in a room where people older than him were bickering over whether or not he should be the head or not for an hour plus could really get on his nerve, especially when they lowered or avoided using the word 'death' around him. He took a deep breath before coughing into his hand, catching their attention. He felt his annoyance rise higher when he caught several looks of pity and felt his resolve harden. He smiled a big, fake smile that was dripping with sweetness, "I would real appreciate it if you actually heard what I have to say," He then pouted innocently "after all, my opinion is also important." He inwardly snorted when he immediately gained nods from the elders, they must have expected him to say mushy stuff on why he should be the head but they've got another thing coming for them.
(WARNING! SWEARING AHEAD!)
His smile dropped instantly and he slammed his hands on the table causing it to wobble, "I've had enough of this bullshit!" he spat at them, "I don't give a flying fuck if you think I'm too young or inexperience to be the head but as it says on the Haruno law; If one of the head's child is alive, then no matter what the case the child must be the head. I'm sure you've read that rule, did you not?" he sneered at them as he watched some nod with stunned looks on his face. "If you think I'm going to sit idly by and give that tittle away from me and give it to some other man who's going to lead us unto shit, then FUCK YOU!" he yelled at them.
A foolish elder spoke up, "I don't see why you are making this fuss about, boy." He sneered at Sakurai, who in turn glared at him, "We're looking out for the clan, not a little daddy's boy. So why don't go back to your room and play with your little dollies."
The said elder smirked at the silence from the boy thinking he was admitting defeat. He opened his mouth to continue his argument with the other elders when Sakurai spoke up, "You little son of a bitch." His pink bangs were covering his eyes but they didn't need to see his eyes to know his was glaring at them. "You are fucking moron if you think I'm backing down from this challenge, you fucking bitch." His words were coated with venom. He suddenly jumped on the table and made his my over to the foolish elder. The said elder tried backing away from the enraged boy when he grabbed his collar.
"Listen up bitch." He spat venomously "I don't give a fuck about what you think. But if you think you can insult me and get away with it then," no one could stop his hand as it flew onto the elder's cheek. He leaned in and whispered icily "Then die." With that he walked back and sat in his chair. A smile emerge on his face as he tilted he head "that's all I have to say."
(Cursing stage over!)
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(A weak after ….)
He was elected the head of the Haruno clan several minutes later. Well, not 'elected' per say. After his 'little speech', there was a pregnant pause. No one had dared answer the furious little boy; the said boy had an innocent smile on his face as he glanced at each of the elder's stunned faces. After a moment the smile grew and he clapped his hands, "Well, seems like no one is answering back so I'll take it as a yes." Before any members could answer back, Sakurai jumped off his chair and walked to the door. Before he left, he looked over his shoulder with a smirk on his face.
So here he was now in his new house. After he left the stunned elders, he had asked (demanded) a worker to help him re-build his house quickly. He knew it was wrong to force a man to do his house faster than the others and that he should apologise to the men but frankly, he wasn't in the mood of talking politely to some douchebags.
Sakurai sighed again; they were taking so long to rebuild Konohana. He was bored and wished there was someone he could play with: all the children from the clan were unstable to play with, not to mention it was rude to disturb them while they're trying to heal the scars from the battle. The children outside the village were either boring to play with or too traumatized to play with or both. Sakurai let another sigh of annoyance; he hadn't had much to do because no one allowed him to do any work (He was sure it was the work of the elders) and the house was too dull for his likings. There were four rooms in his house each had bare walls and hadn't had much in them, the living room/dining room was just enough for a coffee table and two armchairs. The kitchen was also small and plain, two counters with build-in cupboards, a sink and some food at the cupboard on the other side of the room. The other room was a bathroom, a plain bathroom with a wooden bucket, a bench and a toilet. The bedroom had a single bed and a chair in it. Not that he wasn't grateful for it, it was more than what the other clan members had and he often let the children use his bathroom sometimes at the night. "Hate night time," Sakurai said out loud as he stared at the celling "I dream of that night over and over again. I hate it." He spoke lowly , in case other people heard him.
"What about tha kid we saved, that … ugh …. Narukai!"
Sakurai rolled his eyes at the voice of his inner. Yeah, he accepted the fact that there was a voice in his head and he gave it a name, problem? "She's under the orphanage and she's just a baby," he said blankly "I don't handle babies well."
Inner blinked at him before he was rolling on the floor laughing at Sakurai, wiping a tear from his eye he grinned "Who knew the great Sakurai can't handle children- Pfftt…!" with that he laughed his butt off.
Sakurai wisely choose to ignore the laughter and tried to think of what to do for that day when an idea struck him. "the adults never said anything about studying now did they? Inner, who stopped laughing, nervously laughed "You're not serious, right?" Sakurai grinned and went to the library to find the needed books.
Inner could only groan sadly.
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And ….. Done! This took three days for me to finish because, as I had said exams and my internet crashed, so it was quite difficult for me to actually have any time for me to do much work on this and there's no plot for this, I just make the stuff up as I go along. I might take some time before I post the next chapter because I'm a slow writer. Anyways, peace out guys!
-Yuukiharuka.