Ways to become a Hokage

~CHAPTER 09: Her Life's hate~

Having nightmares was obviously prevalent. When it came to shinobi having dreams though, a few of them had it far more difficult than the rest; it was something that was viewed as a special ability, but which wasn't, merely an annoying ability. And Sarada was cursed with that damned ability.

She seemed to soar in the air, above the clouds. Her entire body was freezing. All of a sudden, there was the sensation of falling from great heights and waking up unexpectedly, except for waking up. 
Her body was acting on its own, and she was merely a bystander. "Now, now, Itachi, Neji!" she chuckled as she walked out of a random door and into a cheerful setting. There were two toddlers, possibly twins, one with blonde hair and blue eyes and the other with black hair and onyx eyes. They were sitting in the middle of the pristine grass, in the chilly wind and bright light. Their toys were strewn about the space, and they were both tugging at each other's hair. "No fighting boys!" she exclaimed as she walked over to the kids and swooped both of them up easily, saying, "Playtime over, your dad is leaving, we need to see him off, shouldn't we?"

"Mama!" Sarada looked around and noticed a small girl, probably around the age of five. "I made uh—pancake!" Channaro!" Her voice was absolutely adorable, especially considering her size and face. She had a scar-like birthmark on both of her cheeks, as did the two babies. She had pitch-black hair that reached her shoulders and light blue eyes. The babies in her arms were kicking each other again, "Itachi, Neji, enough fighting," she said, smiling at the sight of the beautiful babies in her arms. "Close the door behind me—" and it was as if her soul had been retrieved once more. She skyrocketed up toward the sky, falling to the ground again.

This time she opened her eyes, there was destruction, and it was no happy sight. There were shinobi on the sandy ground, coated in blood, with missing arms, heads and legs. And one man stood above them all, his eyes shining through the blood-red mist. "Bring me his Jōgan"

This must be the end of the world she thought, before the scene shifted yet again. She watched as two boys clashed on the destroyed Seventh Hokage's rock face. It shifted again; now she saw a girl who looked oh so familiar widening her spiralling crimson eyes.

The scene shifted again and she was pulled back to reality as someone shook her abruptly.

Sarada slowly opened her eyes, the blur faded and she tried to get her glasses from the table beside her, but someone shoved them up her face. "Welcome"

"Hello, Naora" Sarada sat up and looked around her, at Shikadai, Inojin, Vilson, Daiki and Naora. Her face unfortunately couldn't fake emotions anymore, it continued remaining blank. "Should I be told something?"

The ground below them shook suddenly before returning to calm. Shikadai took a step front, "after the Uchiha tunnel broke down, the underground spaces have fallen which is making the stabilizers unstable, Hokage-sama will take care of it in a while"

"I see"

"How are you feeling?" Vilson asked, staring at her with a hint of pity.

Sarada remained silent for a minute, "what do you want me to say?"

"Sarada—" Vilson started.

"What matters most now—" Shikadai glared at Vilson, and if looks could kill, Vilson would be human meat. "—is getting you out of here, Hokage-sama told us to leave a day early due to the current circumstances"

"Hn." Sarada closed her fists before relaxing. "What are we waiting for?"

"You, obviously," Inojin said, rolling his bloodshot eyes. "Unless you want to travel in pyjamas again"