Will Of Fire ~KakashixOc (Editing)

Dream Walking Ch.30

    The day seemed to pass by quickly now that I had something planned for tonight. I helped repairs around the village and met with a couple of the village elders to discuss the funeral and the details entailed. I hadn't seen or heard from my brother and it comforts a little me knowing that he has Kureinai to help him through his emotions. Asuma has always been headstrong and I know that our father's death will only propel him further into his own resolve. If only I'd feel the same way, I wouldn't be avoiding anyone that would bring up the subject. Throughout the entire day, the entire village exspressed their gratitude and sorrow for the loss of our great leader, the Hokage. The childish part of me wants to block them out and pretend it didn't happen. That part of me is still waiting for my father to come walking into the room with his eyes searching for me, just like he used to do whenever he'd come home from missions during the Third Great Ninja War. I face my subconscious thoughts, burying them even deeper. Dad isn't coming back home from this mission. He's never coming back home.

I step out of my hot shower and grab my towel. After wrapping it around myself, I step out into my bedroom and change into a pair of elastic shorts and a sports bra. I take the time to dry my hair, letting the damp strands tighten into waves. I lazily pull it into a bun, getting it out of my face. After eating a quick meal of an apple, I lay down in my bed and close my eyes. It didn't take long for sleep to settle in.

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Whenever I open my eyes, I found myself in the same hallway as before. The wood was cold against my bare feet, making my toes curl slightly. The air hung still, not blowing in the slightest. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of hard wood and oil. It wasn't the oil that you'd instantly think of. It smelled like polishing oil, the stuff I'd use for my kunai and shuriken. The oil I'd shine my katana with.
I start to make my way down the hallway, fingers brushing against the thin walls. They seemed to be made out of paper, like in the traditional homes of Konoha. I need to find my way to were dreams would be. Something in my soul pulled me forward, leading me down the hallway. The further I walked, the colder the air seemed to get. I eventually wrap my arms around myself, rubbing my bare skin. I should have worn something beside just a bra and some shorts. I never knew that it would be this cold. Soon enough, I could see my breath pushing steam through the air. I run a shaking hand through my hair, moving my muscles so they don't become stiff. With each step, the air seemed to get colder and colder. Maybe I'm heading the wrong way. I'm looking for Itachi's dream, assuming he'd be asleep at this time. I keep him in my mind, touching all the doors I walk past to see if they'd match what I was looking for. None of them felt like what I was looking for.
After a while, my finger tips started to turn blue and my toes were stiff. My teeth chatter, so I tense my jaw to keep the noise contained. My pace slowed substantially, my legs hurt and my vision was awkward. I stumble, leaning against a door for support. A whisper of warmth filled half of my body, tingling the part that was in contact with the door. It was painful, the warmth that danced on my skin. I put my hand around the doorknob, but quickly pull away in pain. It was scolding hot. The metal instantly burns my hand. I wince, flexing my hand to see if there was any damages. Seeing that there were no actual burns, I place my hand on the knob again. It wasn't as hot as before, the heat barely burning into my skin. It just seems that way since I'm a walking ice cube. Another couple minutes and I'll pass out from the cold. I turn the knob and step into the doorway.

The room was dark and I blink to adjust to the lightning. There was a small candle that sat in the middle of the room that gave away some light. The small flame danced, as if it were alive. The heat called to me and my frozen body moved for the chance to heat up my core. I stumble forward, heavy limbs that don't move like normal when they are frozen. I almost hit the floor, but I quickly reposition myself so I don't fall.
"...C-Crap..." I curse under my breath, hands rubbing up and down my arms. The friction caused by my hands created a little bit of warmth. I cautiously make my way to the candle, walking slowly into the darkness. Whenever I reach the tiny candle flame, I kneel beside it and hover my hands over it. The light that the candle produced was only enough to illuminate my hands and my bare kneecaps. I groan in pleasure as heat creeps it's way back through my veins.