The Dream Devourer (Kakashi X OC)

A Distraction

Chiisai's eyes flew open, her heart beating wildly inside of her. Her stomach twisted, and she rolled out of bed, hurling all over the wooden floor.

Pain split her skull, and her body shook as she stared down at what she had eaten earlier that day.

It had been a dream- a nightmare, but that still didn't stop the fear coursing through her body, the memory of Kakashi's hand ramming through her sternum and heart.

Because she was a murderer, a monster. She had killed her own parents, and she deserved to die.

And she knew, logically and rationally, that she didn't dream. She had never dreamed in her life, as her abilities thrust her into other people's dreams constantly.

Perhaps her chakra was trying to kill her, to scare her, to make her give in to her fear. And she was close to it, for sure.

Footsteps were heard, and her gaze flickered up to see Kakashi. Chiisai wiped the tears from her eyes and pushed herself up in the bed.

"St-stay away," She said, extending her hand. Because she needed to think, to calm down, and her heart started to race at the sight of him. Her gaze flickered to his gloved hand.

Kakashi froze, his eye filled with concern.

"Chiisai," he said, voice low, "are you alright?"

"Just d-don't come any closer," she stammered. Images flashed of him and his chidori, and she felt her chest, expecting to feel nothing but a bloody, gaping hole.

That's right- that had all been a dream, because the real Kakashi was right here, and he was her medical aide. But he was also Kakashi of the Sharingan, and he specialized in assasinations.

"You're my medical aide, right?" She asked.

Kakashi frowned as he pulled out a folded piece of paper in his back pocket. He held it up, and Chiisai squinted, making out a hospital insignia and a few signature lines.

"I am," he said.

They sat there in silence with nothing but Chiisai's heavy breathing to fill it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and the scabs pulled at her skin.

"Get me someone else," she said.

Kakashi frowned as he placed the paper back in his pocket. "You're afraid of me." His words were factual.

She looked away. What was she doing? It wasn't his fault, she knew, but the nightmare had felt so real, and she was already waiting for Kakashi to lift his headband up.

"Please," she said, "at least for tonight, just...just get someone else over here."

Kakashi watched her for a moment, taking in her tone, her posture.

"I'll do it," he said, crossing his arms, "but you have to tell me why."

She sighed and looked away. Embarrassment flooded her face as she said, "I...had a nightmare, and you were in it."

He glanced at the vomit and replied, "I must have done some pretty awful things."

She stared down at her hands and replied, "...Something like that."

"Alright then," he nodded, "I have someone in mind to call." He turned and finished with, "Don't worry, I'll stay out of your hair until then."

"I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize," he said. His voice was easy going as he added, "You're not the first to look at me like that, and you won't be the last."

He left the room before she could respond, and her chest flooded with shame.

She never wanted him to feel that way, and especially not because of her. But his voice still echoed in her mind, his chidori flashing, and Chiisai drew her knees up, taking deep breaths.