Hello! Here is the prologue of The River of Midnight's Dreaming. This story, coincidentally, has absolutely no connection to my oneshot Waking Sunset; sorry to disappoint anyone who thought it was connected. Some of the chapters, such as this one, will be very short; others may be longer.
Feedback would be much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
—A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Hurry… Hurry… Obito's whispering for him to hurry, a once-light voice made eerie and crumpled like bed sheets after a long night by the passage of time. Hurry, hurry, hurry towards the light, hurry towards the end, hurry towards your own doom.
Now, Obito is whispering Hurry, Hurry, but it's to Rin, and he's under a rock. She is sniffling, holding back tears, and Obito grows more insistent, blood slurring his speech. Water rushes in Kakashi's ears.
Hurry, hurry. Hurry, Rin. Hurry, Kakashi.
All Kakashi can do is stand there, gaping in the growing darkness, dead stomach roiling with lead.
Obito looks at him, Obito whispers, and Obito—
Oh, God, Obito.
Hurry… Hurry. Hurry it up, Kakashi. We haven't got all night.
Kakashi wakes up, breathing hard, to the sight of his plain, plaster ceiling, to the sound of the air conditioning duct flipping on with a jolt.
That, and nothing more.