Fighting With One's Self

Chapter 1 - To The Base

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters except Yoku and Yume. 

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It was Friday afternoon, minutes after school had ended, and I was walking home with my best friend, Naresome Yume-chan. We were, as always, talking about our favourite anime, Naruto, and what our reactions would be if we ever got there. We gave each other different scenarios with our OC's and laughed at the other's reactions, much like any other day.

The two of us have been outsiders ever since kindergarten, but somehow found each other late in middle school along with the rest of our weird little group. None of us fit into a 'clique' and, as one of our friends once said, we were the ones that remained after the rest had been sorted into the cliques. We understood each other and were able to laugh with each other about the littlest things.

When we got to Yume-chan's house, we fell down lazily on the couch, still laughing with each other. As the day passed slowly, we went over to her computer and downloaded the few remaining pictures we still needed of our favourite anime characters: Deidara-kun and Itachi.

Yume-chan was absolutely nuts about Itachi, but I could never find the reason. All I liked about him were his jutsus. Deidara-kun, on the other hand, was beautiful in any way imaginable, and while I slept at night I pretended that he really did exist and that we were together and I pretended the dreams I had were really memories.

That night, we went to bed late, as we had been watching a horror movie, Insidious. That was another thing that separated us from the rest of the girls at school: we were obsessed with horror and action movies, and rarely ever got nightmares, but it didn't really help the paranoia if we heard unexpected noises or saw quick, sharp movements.

I dreamed about Deidara-kun and me throughout the whole night, and hugged myself in an attempt to imitate his hold, placing a pillow behind me that might even be him if my imagination was strong enough.

The dreams became more vivid. I dreamt he and I were lying in the shade of a willow tree, looking out over a lake. He fed me bits of cookies while stroking my hair.

I could practically feel the soft breeze on my face after a while, and the grass underneath me. I could vividly hear the sound of the running water, and the chirping of the birds in the trees, yet his touch seemed just as distant as before.

I woke up with a gasp, not knowing why, and opened my eyes, squinting against bright sunlight. Had that idiot Yume-chan left her curtains open again? I rubbed my eyes in confusion. I had seen her close the curtains before we went to bed.

As my eyes adjusted to the sudden light, I let out a ragged breath. I looked around me at the bright sunlight shining through the leaves of willow trees and shimmering over the surface of a lake visible a few yards away, the black and purple dual-bladed sword I had designed for my OC lay beside me, and I looked down to see that I wore the same black and purple outfit I had drawn my OC in, as well. I grabbed a strand of my hair and smiled gleefully as my OC's dark brown hair, highlighted with black, reflected some of the sun's light. I ran my fingers along my ears and grinned even more broadly at all the piercings, and the two at the edges of my bottom lip.

I heard a groan from behind me and shrieked gleefully as I saw Yume-chan, her scythe lying beside her, her OC's long dark hair tied into a plait lying around her head, and she was frowning against the sunlight. I crawled up to her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.

"Wake up, idiot! Look where we are!" I yelled, and she whined in protest.

"We're at my home, now shut the curtains!" she said, "I told you not to open them so early in the morning."