~Aimi's POV~
I bolted up, sweating and breathing heavily. I looked around and noticed that I was still in the bedroom. I removed the covers, stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. I went downstairs to see that the lights were on and dad was sitting on the couch.
"Minato-san?" I yawned while rubbing my eyes.
"What are you doing awake?" He asked me.
"I had a nightmare." I whispered, knowing that he heard me.
"Come here." I walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Can you tell me what it was about?"
I saw him looking at me in concern and I looked down while my sight got blurry.
'Can I tell him? I mean, can we trust him?'
"Not yet kit, we can't trust him completely just yet, but you can at least tell him that."
"I dreamt that my friends died right in front of me." I said, the tears I was trying to hold back going down my cheeks as I looked up at him.
"It's okay, it was just a bad dream." He smiled, trying to reassure me.
"Yeah, just a dream." I nodded, giving him a fake smile, even though I know it wasn't a dream, I don't want to worry him more then I already have.
I felt dad pat my head and myself begin drifting off to sleep again, before I fell completely asleep I felt him lifting me up and carrying me back to my new room, then the blissful darkness consumed me.
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A Trip To The Past
FanfictionThe fourth shinobi world war is over, but at what cause? everyone is dead except me and nii-san, we can't bring our friends back. Red is the only color we can see and I don't like it one bit, even though it's ironic that it's the color of my hair. D...
