Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of the forgotten ❯ prologue ( Prologue )

“No, he didn't do it! Let him go! Don't leave me! Dai don't hurt Dai! Give him back to me! Dai! Dai! He's innocent, let him go! Dai!”

 

Gaara, the Kazekage, jolted up from his bed as the sweat that soaked his red hair dripped in his face. Ever since the Shikaku was extracted from him, he thought that he would have the luxury of being able to sleep. And yet, ever since, not one night was filled with some sort of horror. Rubbing his eyes, he turned his head to look out his bedroom window which let in the full moon's silvery light. Sighing, he got up and pulled his robe on before he left to room.

 

As he approached a small lobby down the hall from his quarters, he spotted his brother relaxing on one of the long couches with his arms lying across the back of it.

 

“Again?” he questioned as his younger brother sat across from him on another sofa. The young man only gave a tired glare before dropping it to his feet as his older brother let out a slight sigh of worry.

“So what was it about this time? Was that girl in it again?”

 

This time Gaara looked up at him as they bore into each others eyes. Pausing before he spoke, he leaned back slightly as if trying to relax.

“She and the young man were traveling when they came upon a village. It wasn't a shinobi village. The man was accused for something, and was sentenced to be burnt at a stake. The woman then screamed and hollered as she cried for his mercy…”

 

“…And?” The other said leaning forwards now with a hint of interest in his voice.

 

“I woke up, Kankuro.”

 

The Jonin then stood to his feet and closed his eyes for a moment to think before opening them again. “Well, I'm not too sure what it could be that makes you dream these things so frequently. Just try to get some sleep if you can. If you can't, well I guess you can try Temari's idea; I don't think its half bad.”

 

The red haired man then nodded his head and stood to leave. When he did return to his room, he took out the small, leather covered book that was filled with blank pages and set it on his desk. His sister, Temari, had told him to write in a journal when he couldn't sleep. He couldn't believe he was actually doing it, but he decided now that he should give it a try.

 

I, Kazekage no Sato, write now about the days findings…

Team five came back with the news that the host of the Nekomatawas found dead after having her tailed-beast extracted. To think that I was in that situation and was privileged enough to live throughout it, and how close I really was to never comingback…

 

Another nightmare came to me again. Lately, I've been seeing this girl every night in my dreams, and nothing seems to turn out well for her. She always looks so thin and weak, her platinum blonde hair doesn't help her sickly complexion any. In my most recent dream, she and who I believe was her lover went into a small village looking for somewhere to stay the night. The next day, the young man was accused of killing someone and was burnt alive in front of the whole village as an example. Though I don't under stand these things, and I being new to all this, I know that these are no ordinary dreams. I constantly have these visions, and I feel this isn't going to be the last of them. They don't feel fake, but every moment feels as real as if I were there in person. Will I ever have an ordinary night sleep in my life?

 

Gaara no Sabuku