Sunday, March 4, 2012

The First Dream

Another Excert for you guys, and with this one, heh I have no clue what sparked it besides the fact of Naruto and the concept of Jinchuuriki (dunno if I spelled that right) and the Yondaime sealing the Kyuubi into Naruto's stomache, ultimately giving up his life for his village. ...and the scene mutated from there. Dunno if it's gonna be a Naru-Fic or an original work. Huh. Hmmm. I'm leaning on an original, cause it's not going to be a Demon sealed, that I'm sure of!


If you had the duty of saving your people what would you do? But would you save your people if you had to sacrifice your own son? Would you sacrifice one person for the sake of many? Would you sacrifice an innocent child? Would you?

"I'm so sorry…"

Someone was holding me close, in their arms. He or she was running, I was being bounced around by the movement even though I could tell that they were trying to run as smoothly as possible.

Someone said something, it was a man's voice; choked with held back sobs. There was a whisper. "Please forgive me."

Who was he? Was he the person who carried me, when I was so small and bouncing in their arms? Why is he sorry.

I hear something; screams and other voices who beg and plead to spare someone… someone who they care about.

A woman. "Not my son! Please, take anything else but leave my baby!"

"I'm so very sorry…"

Why? Why is they so sad! Who are they! Who!? Tell me who they were -  I can't stand it anymore, I need to know! PLEASE!

"It's coming!"


"No! Kaimu, sir! We can't let you do this! Who will take care of us when you are gone?!"

"...You shall find a way, Ji."


"Don't do this, don't you want to see your own SON!?"

"Leave him out of this. It is my decision to do so. If I loose my life serving my people, then by all the Gods, so be it."


"...Yes, Kaimu, sir, I understand.
A whisper, "but that doesn't mean I have to like it…"

We were still running, and then suddenly, we stop. I felt like I was being set down and the man whispered something in my ear.

"Forgive me son for what I shall do…"

And all I feel is


I woke up screaming.


Eh... no writing prompt for this one. I just noticed how I like to end things at a cliff hanger. Huh.

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