Cold War-Personal Narrative
The dreams that showed in the moments between as he slept were hardly anything calm. Perhaps they could be considered a way his body processed what happened to him. Not yet violent enough to be a nightmare, Hikaku first remembered pieces of the battle. Moments that that been caught with his sharingan. Memories that couldn’t be forgotten.
It’s near the end of the battle the dream changes. It becomes more darker and deprived of colour. The flickering of the flames dims, one enemy smears into a stretch of grey smudge. As the fire burns grey, he’s certain he could see himself, turning from side to side to watch the flames. It was as he felt dragged forwards suddenly, back to the image of himself, the dream faded to dark. A cold, heavy darkness. …show more content…
Blinking and narrowing his eyes he focuses on identifying it through his tired eyes. He takes it to be a person first, having great deductive skills while half asleep– But was determined by reaching one hand out to touch the shape. It had been firm, somewhat soft, and very much human. The face is focused on next. It’s familiar and Uchiha– based on the dark hair and his house. Pausing his search, the hand is moved instead to rub his eyes to clear the sleep. He blinks a few more times before his vision finally comes to focus and he identifies the other near …show more content…
Or visiting?” The idea of it brought a small bit of concern. The two still weren’t on the best terms. They could ignore the issues between them as they had done for longer than they should have. But, if his memory held right, the kunai jammed in his wall– which his gaze now focused on– was Tobirama’s. Unless Madara had relayed any information to Izuna, not one bit of it had been told to him. Not the marking, which Hikaku was unsure if the other could recognize it or knew where it was from, nor did he tell Izuna any of the rather important details between the Senju and himself. He’d already seen the response to not speaking about Madara and himself– how much worse would it be if it was about Tobirama?
Furthermore, if that kunai and others Madara spoke of meant Tobirama may visit again, there’d be a risk of Izuna finding out much more than planned.
Still, for now he kept his concerns to himself until he woke up further. His eyes drifting back to the glass of water for another sip. “Tea is a good idea. ‘More taste.” Pausing with a small smile, Hikaku turned back to watch Madara. “… I cannot chose between something spicy or sweet. Both sound
It’s near the end of the battle the dream changes. It becomes more darker and deprived of colour. The flickering of the flames dims, one enemy smears into a stretch of grey smudge. As the fire burns grey, he’s certain he could see himself, turning from side to side to watch the flames. It was as he felt dragged forwards suddenly, back to the image of himself, the dream faded to dark. A cold, heavy darkness. …show more content…
Blinking and narrowing his eyes he focuses on identifying it through his tired eyes. He takes it to be a person first, having great deductive skills while half asleep– But was determined by reaching one hand out to touch the shape. It had been firm, somewhat soft, and very much human. The face is focused on next. It’s familiar and Uchiha– based on the dark hair and his house. Pausing his search, the hand is moved instead to rub his eyes to clear the sleep. He blinks a few more times before his vision finally comes to focus and he identifies the other near …show more content…
Or visiting?” The idea of it brought a small bit of concern. The two still weren’t on the best terms. They could ignore the issues between them as they had done for longer than they should have. But, if his memory held right, the kunai jammed in his wall– which his gaze now focused on– was Tobirama’s. Unless Madara had relayed any information to Izuna, not one bit of it had been told to him. Not the marking, which Hikaku was unsure if the other could recognize it or knew where it was from, nor did he tell Izuna any of the rather important details between the Senju and himself. He’d already seen the response to not speaking about Madara and himself– how much worse would it be if it was about Tobirama?
Furthermore, if that kunai and others Madara spoke of meant Tobirama may visit again, there’d be a risk of Izuna finding out much more than planned.
Still, for now he kept his concerns to himself until he woke up further. His eyes drifting back to the glass of water for another sip. “Tea is a good idea. ‘More taste.” Pausing with a small smile, Hikaku turned back to watch Madara. “… I cannot chose between something spicy or sweet. Both sound