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Cold sweat
It was one of those hot and humid nights, then why was I feeling some lights shudders going through my spinal column? Why could I feel cold sweats sliding down my cheeks when I had hardly one small blanket that was covering half of my quivering body.
Why was I shaking like this?
I tried to close my eyes when suddenly an image of a familiar person formed in my mind. He was sitting on an ancient swing and was looking from right to left as if he was waiting for someone to show up at any moment. He raised his shoulders for a second before he let them fall, powerless. This stranger didn’t seem any taller or older than me, even though his lean silhouette indicated he was but a young boy. His presence caused a stir in my as if there was an awkwardness in our encounter. But why?
As if he had felt my sudden presence with his own, the young boy turned around to face my direction and our eyes met and my entire body trembles…
His eyes, so sad and discouraged, it doesn’t take a genius to understand who was in front of…...me.
We looked at each other for quite some time before I noticed the change in the air. The glacial wind blew, as if asking me to suffer with him. The sun disappeared from the sky, his message clear to me. Not wanting to share my company anymore, he slipped away into the darkness of the night. The world…and my other self then vanished.
He disappeared as if he had never existed in the human race and as if…I had never existed either …
I woke up shaking and covered in cold sweat, a thing which I had never experienced before. The feeling that rocked my body left a feeling of being observed by a distance. Whether these invisible eyes were far or nearby, someone was coming to kill me.
I shook my head before grabbing my kunai from the night table next to my bed. I moved quietly through the darkness of the room, the sounds of my heart beating fast pounded in my ears. My heart felt like on the brink of explosion.
I looked to the door of my room, but no shadow or sound seem to come from it….
An assassin …?
I looked to the bed beside me, praying that there was help nearby. However it was empty.. no sign of Ero-sannin’s return from his “researches”. My heart continue to beat like the beating drums before a great war and my breath caught in my throat.
Something didn’t feel right, the air around me held an awkwardness that bothers me. I kept looking around for any signs… but there was always nothing…nothing had moved since I had awakened. I start to wonder whether it was possible that I’d die from all this craziness.
All of this because of « that » technique.
That one and only technique that I had invented….. seeing that no one would ever be able to perform…
But ever since that day, I made that promise with Sakura-chan seemed…..
That idiot Sasuke…
For a second I could feel the blood in my veins boil at the very sound of his name. An inner rage grew within me.
Though inside I was filled with rage there was still a sense of great emptiness in my heart ever that has plagued me since that day.
The Betrayal….
I could already feel my dinner slowly making its way up my throat ....these images of my past….
Sasuke
The very name made me completely sick.
I ran toward the washroom, trying to beat my dinner but before even getting to the door I hit my foot against shoe and fell face forward onto the floor.
I felt horribly weak.
I slowly got up, letting my body recover from the lack of energy and the fall then made my way towards the bathroom to find a towel to wipe my face.
I wiped my face roughly trying to relieve some stress. After properly washing my face I glaced up at the mirror on the wall and two piercing eyes looked back at me….the same eyes from my dream….
Eyes that cried out the desperateness and the sadness of my soul .
I wanted to stab it , to shatter it into pieces even if it was just my reflection. I could not stand to look at it until I fulfilled my promise and brought back my best friend from the hands of Orochimaru.
My arm hanging by my side in defeat, my eyes turned away from the mirror as I turned to walk away.
I had a promise to fufill….
Gonrie Page 07/06/2006