Book One- Chiisai is a simple librarian who spends her days trying to move on from her fickle past and its haunting side effects. Her life, however, quickly spirals after she's attacked in an alley. She's saved by the elite ninja known as Hatake Kak...
Kakashi flipped through the pages, scouring for more information, to make any sense of what he was reading. Chiisai dreamed Obito's dream, and she dreamed other people's dreams, if this journal was true. But that's absurd. A kekkei genkai perhaps? But no, she didn't need hand signs. An experiment?
And there, toward the end of the book, was one of his.
'He allways stops, his hand on the door, noing its to kwiet. He opens it and it is dark. Shadows like monsters are on the walls but he doesn't notiss. There's a person on the floor, and the white-haired boy is scared because he nose the person should be standing, should be smiling at him. The boy steps closer and bends down and touches the persons neck. There's nothing and the white-haired man is cold and the boy shakes in the kwiet and theres tears and pain and his face is hot and his chest is full of pressir and he chokes because he does not want to be alone but he is and he nose he allways will be. The pressir is more now and it bilds and bilds and bilds until he can not breethe he is dying too and then I wake up, and then I am sad all day.'
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The words blurred, and his hand shook as he stared down at the journal. Quickly, he snapped it shut and looked up, inhaling a sharp breath of air. Tori blinked up at him before leaning forward and nudging his arm with the top of his head.
Kakashi stroked the cat's fur, fighting back the memories, the nightmares, the past that constantly clung to him like a second skin.
He now understood why Chiisai looked at him the way she did. There was pain in her eyes every time she looked at him. And the fact that someone knew of his nightmares...She knew him intimately, and he barely knew who she was. The thought made him nauseous and for some reason, ashamed.
These dreams were his personal demons, and Chiisai had seen every single one of them with her own eyes. She had seen and pretended not to even know about them.
And back when he had first met her- she had looked at him, and a tear had slid down her cheek, and her knees had buckled. He had thought it had been from her own traumatic past, but maybe...maybe it had been his. She had looked like someone had died because she was seeing everyone die in his dreams.
Kakashi put the book back in the cabinet and massaged his temple. She wasn't haunted by her own past, but his, and his heart twisted at the new knowledge. What must she think of him? And why did he even care? Anger bubbled beneath the surface from the invasion of privacy.
No, there was no need to think like this. His thoughts were spiraling, and he needed more information on her. This wasn't about him. Because if these journals were true, then she must know everything about everyone in the village. And judging from what she had read, her abilities weren't something she could control.
He grabbed another book. The handwriting was neater, the spelling correct. And this time, she cataloged dreams under each person's name. What she had seen, what they had revealed. Elite shinobi were on the list, including his former sensei, who had dreamed of the nine tails breaking out of Kushina and killing her.
