Melody of Time -Naruto-

Chapter 6

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Warning, a part of this chapter kind be considered a little more graphic than normal. It's not crazy blood and gore stuff, but it's more... descriptive than normal.

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'You cannot kill Iruka. You cannot kill Iruka,' I can't in my mind as I ripped another piece of chalk out of my non-braided hair. Iruka had thrown another piece at me when he had noticed that I wasn't paying attention... Again... Though there was nothing for me to do today, even more so than normal. Today was the day of the first stage for the genin exam... So what that meant to me was that all I had and could do was sit at my desk, and try not to disturb anyone, which was still pretty easy for me surprisingly.

With past experience with jackasses, I thought Ryoke would have at least come back in the past few just to 'remind' me who was the boss. Turns out, the threat against him still scared Ryoke shitless and stayed away from me, along with most of the class, and he was probably hoping that I would fail and fall off the edge of the earth.

'Not that me passing has really anything to do with me becoming a genin again or not. It all depends on Naruto. He fails and repeats the year, I fail and repeat the year. He passes and gets assigned a team, I pass and get assigned to a team, and try my hardest to keep watch over him from a distance.' I said to myself as I twirled a strand of hair out of boredom. Doing that was the only way I would watch over him, but if he was assigned a team, I wouldn't want to be in the way. I just need to watch over him to make sure he will no longer be alone. Gramps and I agree that once Naruto has people that he can fully lean on, and they can lean on him, that I should disappear, and stay out of his life. 'We just don't know what will happen if I stick around Naruto.... Not sure when I may cross paths with someone who still holds a grudge against me.'

I sighed and rubbed the last painfully and nearly faded bruise on my cheek, one where Ryoke's brother should me how hard he could punch with chakra helping him. 'Now if only Naruto would stop worrying about me. I can't let him get attached.' I looked over across the room at said person as Iruka was still going on with his speech, telling us how proud he was, and what we had to do to pass, not necessary in that order. When I looked over I caught Naruto staring at me with a worried frown once again. I smiled and gave him a piece sigh before turning my 'attention' back to Iruka as I began to re-braid my hair, fighting the deathly cold shivers that started to run down my spine.

Looking at and being around Naruto always brought a strange sense of nostalgia, because I felt like I was with Sensei and Kushina again, but today I couldn't handle it, seeing him, them, it reminded me of my latest horror filled nightmare that refused to leave my mind.

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I was standing in a room, a room without any doors, windows, or lights. it was pitch black. But I knew this room, more than three-quarters of my nightmares happened in this room, which, unfortunately, meant that she was here was well.

Trying to tell myself that this was all a dream, not at all real, and to calm down never worked in this room because she was too good at her job at overriding the rational part if my mind, and using things at absolutely terrified me, no matter how much I know was not real. Everything in this room was against me, even my own body, taking a deep breath, smelling and tasting the air, even when I had no intention of releasing my breath.

The air was foul and reached so heavily of rust and iron that it was nearly suffocating and was definitely nauseating making me cough as I retched up what my mind 'thought' was in my stomach, just adding to the smell, and making my balance to waver. I stumbled blindly over to one of the walls and placed a hand on it, trying to steady myself as I leaned into it, but my hand couldn't find any traction on the slippery wall, and I fell to the wet and cold floor. Something deep inside told me that what had made me slip and what covered the all where the same thing, and it wasn't water.