Shattered (#1 in Shifting Series)

Is this a Dream?

Kakashi Hatake was having the strangest dream of his life. At least, he thought it was a dream.  He was certain of one thing; he was not in the Leaf Village. He awakened to discover himself standing inside a small, darkened, and enclosed room. His defenses were on high alert at the abrupt arrival to this place; however, he did not feel that instinctive telling of danger.  His inner senses were actually peaceful, and he relaxed as he processed that knowledge. Video monitors were along the wrap around desk, most likely the reason the lights were turned off. Large windows lined the wall beyond the monitors and a small opening was all that gave even a remote access to the room that opened out on the other side.  The room actually reminded him a bit of the inner rooms of the Konoha Barrier Team.

A woman sat silently in front of one monitor, her fingers dancing across a keyboard. Unfamiliar words he did not recognize were following the fluid movement of her fingers on the screen in front of her. Her hair was of an undetermined length due to being pulled up in a bun in the back, but in the faint light he could see that it was a mixture of reds, blonde, and brown. He wondered for a moment if it would burn like fire in the sunlight or be more like the setting rays of gold that came at dusk. She was not slender, but neither was she very overweight. Pleasantly plump would be the term he would use. It was actually a form that he had always appreciated on a woman.  It was a frame that was not common in the Leaf Village.  Most of the women in his world were very tiny all the way around.  His eyes shifted down to her thighs and he almost groaned.  She would have nice thick legs.  Some men were ass men, others went for breasts... Kakashi, he was a leg man, and she had the exact kind of thighs he loved.  He had the sudden desire to see her face and was about to move around to get a look.  Who is she? he thought to himself. Where am I?  Why am I here?

She was completely unaware of his presence, and he held his own hands out in front of himself.  He was solid from his perspective but as he started moving up closer, she didn't even notice, which told him she couldn't see him in the least.  That was... disappointing.  He frowned slightly, if he was going to have a dream with a woman that fit his specific tastes, he should have been able to interact with her.  Have his way with her if he so chose, it was his dream after all.  Yet, that wasn't happening, and he scowled a bit at being denied.  He denied himself in life but in his dreams and fantasies... never.  So why the hell was he here if it wasn't for a good, wet dream?

A phone rang to her right, breaking the silence of the room. She picked up the receiver before saying in a brisk voice, "Visitation, Sarah speaking." He tilted his head to the side.  Sarah.  Her name was Sarah. He could tell that she was speaking another language; however, he could understand every word she said. Interesting. She abruptly leaned back in her chair, giving him a very brief view of her face before she covered it with her hand. She had a pained expression on it as she listened to whoever was on the other side of the line. "I understand where you are coming from Ma'am, but the fact is that you violated the rules three times after multiple warnings. You're denied visits for one year because of this." She held the phone away from her ear as a tirade of curses came through the line. When it went silent, she put it back to her ear. "Ma'am, are you still there?" She gave a shrug and returned the phone to the cradle. "Whatever."

Kakashi grinned at the response. He liked the way that she let the hostility just roll off her shoulders as if nothing had happened. Sarah continued to lean back in her seat and absently stare at one of the monitors. He could see three open windows on the monitor with one side of each screen having individuals that appeared to be in their homes. On the other side of the screen, looked like prisoners as they were all wearing numbered outfits that looked alike. He had now moved close enough that he could finally see her face. She was frowning slightly as if in deep thought. He doubted she was actually seeing what was on the screen she was staring at.  Despite frowning, she had a really pretty face.  She looked vastly different than the majority of women in the Leaf. Her eyes were almond shaped but larger, giving her an almost impish look to them. They were hazel green and brown in color. Her nose was straight and fit perfectly on her face while her lips were heart shaped and full. There was a youthfulness to her face that had him questioning exactly how much younger than himself she was.  He would have assumed she was quite a bit younger than himself except her demeanor reminded him of someone older than how she appeared. She had an almost haunted look in her eyes that came from age and life experiences.