Screw you and your little dream apperances too.
Last night I had a dream. I hate dreams.
I found myself in a clearing, on a rather pleasant afternoon. The sun was out, and the clouds in the sky were lazier than I am as they inched across the broad expanse of blue. I turned around, thinking someone had called my name. The irritating sensation drew me forward, but a sick feeling in my stomach made me reluctant to move. I heard sounds familiar to certain private settings and hoped to god I would be able to turn around. As if in answer, I could - but where previously the glad behind me had been empty, two forms now clung to each other in the desperation of the drive to climax. I frowned and moved backward, wishing to forget the image of Sakura and Orochimaru in each other's arms for the sake of not wishing to defile Sakura's esteemed self when I hit resistance. I turned around to find Sasuke, the one native to this world, looking about as charitable as ever. Only he paused, and in narrowing his eyes, asked me if I thought he was attractive. I must have answered honestly, because he seemed self-satisfied and walked away, seemingly ignoring the two figures breathing heavily on the grass.
I was back in Konoha, next I recalled, and found someone pushing a red-haired child into my arms and looked over to find Neji - in a definitely female... form - standing very pregnant with a four year old child hugging his knees. The same scarlet hair as the child that wriggled in my arms, leaving little doubt to the entirely human father. Gaara stood behind Neji, face impassive as the Hyuuga turned to him and kissed his cheek. A familiar face, Iruka's, peered over my shoulder at the child in my arms, charming it into silence. He was speaking about his life, and while I cannot remember now what he said, at the time I was enthralled, and disgusted.
Orochimaru, or what I imagine consisted of a strangely female Orochimaru, had appeared again, consorting with Kyuubi in the manner which would leave one r both dead if it weren't for the fact neither was paying attention to the other. Temari, one I was not familiar with, she was older than I remembered, appeared, sliding her arms around Iruka's waist - I couldn't say if he'd looked more surprised or wary.
Naruto, mother of two, was attempting to lecture a disiniterested Anko, who was observing Orochimaru's progress with resentful, longing eyes. She cared for him, perhaps - I didn't know, nor did I care. Naruto didn't seem to notice her disinterest. I remember wanting to ask why.
I remember wanting to ask that yet again as I remembered vividly the feeling of being carried by Neji back when... Back when. And suddenly I was being carried, which I found offensive even as we passed a stage where Gaara and (nerdy) Sasuke were singing a bad rendition of "Can't Touch This." Only then I was on my own two feet again, and the Sasuke of this world was offering me alcohol, and with a sinking feeling I knew I was drunk. Gaara started singing the catwalk song, the one implying stripping, and then I was in a room I recognized, though it was different, stretched, and Sasuke was there, enticing. It didn't make sense, nor did I understand, nor am I going into details of exactly why things worked the way they did or why alcohol and I are not good friends.
Sasuke (nerdy) was there when I woke up, Ukon leaning against him and they were both watching me wake up, curious and strangely distant - involved with themselves. I moved off the bed, and immediately, they took over. I slipped out to hear Naruto protest he was straight. He claimed fathering children was a natural part of a man's lifetime.
I stumbled out into the main room, where Sakura sat in perfect stillness as someone I couldn't see worked on her portrait. Three people were on the couch behind her - she yelled at them to shut-up. I couldn't breathe for a moment, turning around to locate the bathroom. I didn't want to see Kyuubi, Sasuke, and Temari crawling over each other.
From another room, Anko's voice rang out in a victorious call - with some outside instinct I knew she'd either killed someone or won someone's attention. Orochimaru's? Her voice was soon drowned out by Neji's, who was pulling an unwilling Gaara outside. It was raining on half the yard, and they were standing under the storm-clouds, dancing. Or at least Neji was - singing at the same time. "Singing in the rain." Redundant.
I stumbled, uncommonly weak, and found a face I didn't much appreciate near mine. Orochimaru, not speaking, and as I stood, Gaara behind me, silent as well. I felt there was some warning, threat of a specific sort of violence I didn't want to consider.
Then Kyuubi was there again, standing out in the sunshine. Anko watched him, and he snarled before shifting. A perfect replica of the woman next to me - Orochimaru. Anko looked torn. Temari came from down the hall, raising her eyebrow and standing next to me. "They look good together," she noted. I didn't know what she wanted, but I felt I disagreed. Orochimaru stepped off the wood planks, and in a deft move, had come between the Kyuubi!Orochimaru and Anko, before turning to take Kyuubi herself.
I decided pre-emptively I was hungry - if anything, I felt driven away. There was no actual hunger, but had there been, walking in on Sakura man-handling Iruka was enough to send me off again. The troublesome feeling was everywhere - all invasive. I walked toward the front door, through an intense debate between Naruto and (nerdy) Sasuke over who would top between the two of them. They turned to ask me, and I pointed out that it depended on whether or not Naruto had a handle on himself at the time. Given how Naruto had gotten himself pregnant - but I stopped the thought and walked out to let their debate rage again.
An old woman sits spinning on the doorstep, using her needles to prevent me from passing. She looked up at me, and began talking nonsense. "You and Iruka were in a happy relationship until Iruka ran off with Sasuke. You, broken-hearted, had a one-night stand with Sakura, and a brief, unhappy affair with Gaara, then follow Temari's advice and find true love with Naruto. Name the story."
"Complete and utter bullshit fabrication." She seemed satisfied, and waved me past. "Just remember how you'd feel if (nerdy) Sasuke and Neji got together."
I had no idea. At least he would be with the more sane of the Uchiha clan.
I woke up while running down the streets, odd enough for one who never runs such as I. I couldn't say what set me off - I felt like I was searching for something, but as soon as I turned the corner, sure I'd found it, a warm hand on my shoulder jerked me awake.
I was alone in my room but for the two cats.
Fucking dreams.
Dreams are glad for nonsensicalness. Goodnight.
I found myself in a clearing, on a rather pleasant afternoon. The sun was out, and the clouds in the sky were lazier than I am as they inched across the broad expanse of blue. I turned around, thinking someone had called my name. The irritating sensation drew me forward, but a sick feeling in my stomach made me reluctant to move. I heard sounds familiar to certain private settings and hoped to god I would be able to turn around. As if in answer, I could - but where previously the glad behind me had been empty, two forms now clung to each other in the desperation of the drive to climax. I frowned and moved backward, wishing to forget the image of Sakura and Orochimaru in each other's arms for the sake of not wishing to defile Sakura's esteemed self when I hit resistance. I turned around to find Sasuke, the one native to this world, looking about as charitable as ever. Only he paused, and in narrowing his eyes, asked me if I thought he was attractive. I must have answered honestly, because he seemed self-satisfied and walked away, seemingly ignoring the two figures breathing heavily on the grass.
I was back in Konoha, next I recalled, and found someone pushing a red-haired child into my arms and looked over to find Neji - in a definitely female... form - standing very pregnant with a four year old child hugging his knees. The same scarlet hair as the child that wriggled in my arms, leaving little doubt to the entirely human father. Gaara stood behind Neji, face impassive as the Hyuuga turned to him and kissed his cheek. A familiar face, Iruka's, peered over my shoulder at the child in my arms, charming it into silence. He was speaking about his life, and while I cannot remember now what he said, at the time I was enthralled, and disgusted.
Orochimaru, or what I imagine consisted of a strangely female Orochimaru, had appeared again, consorting with Kyuubi in the manner which would leave one r both dead if it weren't for the fact neither was paying attention to the other. Temari, one I was not familiar with, she was older than I remembered, appeared, sliding her arms around Iruka's waist - I couldn't say if he'd looked more surprised or wary.
Naruto, mother of two, was attempting to lecture a disiniterested Anko, who was observing Orochimaru's progress with resentful, longing eyes. She cared for him, perhaps - I didn't know, nor did I care. Naruto didn't seem to notice her disinterest. I remember wanting to ask why.
I remember wanting to ask that yet again as I remembered vividly the feeling of being carried by Neji back when... Back when. And suddenly I was being carried, which I found offensive even as we passed a stage where Gaara and (nerdy) Sasuke were singing a bad rendition of "Can't Touch This." Only then I was on my own two feet again, and the Sasuke of this world was offering me alcohol, and with a sinking feeling I knew I was drunk. Gaara started singing the catwalk song, the one implying stripping, and then I was in a room I recognized, though it was different, stretched, and Sasuke was there, enticing. It didn't make sense, nor did I understand, nor am I going into details of exactly why things worked the way they did or why alcohol and I are not good friends.
Sasuke (nerdy) was there when I woke up, Ukon leaning against him and they were both watching me wake up, curious and strangely distant - involved with themselves. I moved off the bed, and immediately, they took over. I slipped out to hear Naruto protest he was straight. He claimed fathering children was a natural part of a man's lifetime.
I stumbled out into the main room, where Sakura sat in perfect stillness as someone I couldn't see worked on her portrait. Three people were on the couch behind her - she yelled at them to shut-up. I couldn't breathe for a moment, turning around to locate the bathroom. I didn't want to see Kyuubi, Sasuke, and Temari crawling over each other.
From another room, Anko's voice rang out in a victorious call - with some outside instinct I knew she'd either killed someone or won someone's attention. Orochimaru's? Her voice was soon drowned out by Neji's, who was pulling an unwilling Gaara outside. It was raining on half the yard, and they were standing under the storm-clouds, dancing. Or at least Neji was - singing at the same time. "Singing in the rain." Redundant.
I stumbled, uncommonly weak, and found a face I didn't much appreciate near mine. Orochimaru, not speaking, and as I stood, Gaara behind me, silent as well. I felt there was some warning, threat of a specific sort of violence I didn't want to consider.
Then Kyuubi was there again, standing out in the sunshine. Anko watched him, and he snarled before shifting. A perfect replica of the woman next to me - Orochimaru. Anko looked torn. Temari came from down the hall, raising her eyebrow and standing next to me. "They look good together," she noted. I didn't know what she wanted, but I felt I disagreed. Orochimaru stepped off the wood planks, and in a deft move, had come between the Kyuubi!Orochimaru and Anko, before turning to take Kyuubi herself.
I decided pre-emptively I was hungry - if anything, I felt driven away. There was no actual hunger, but had there been, walking in on Sakura man-handling Iruka was enough to send me off again. The troublesome feeling was everywhere - all invasive. I walked toward the front door, through an intense debate between Naruto and (nerdy) Sasuke over who would top between the two of them. They turned to ask me, and I pointed out that it depended on whether or not Naruto had a handle on himself at the time. Given how Naruto had gotten himself pregnant - but I stopped the thought and walked out to let their debate rage again.
An old woman sits spinning on the doorstep, using her needles to prevent me from passing. She looked up at me, and began talking nonsense. "You and Iruka were in a happy relationship until Iruka ran off with Sasuke. You, broken-hearted, had a one-night stand with Sakura, and a brief, unhappy affair with Gaara, then follow Temari's advice and find true love with Naruto. Name the story."
"Complete and utter bullshit fabrication." She seemed satisfied, and waved me past. "Just remember how you'd feel if (nerdy) Sasuke and Neji got together."
I had no idea. At least he would be with the more sane of the Uchiha clan.
I woke up while running down the streets, odd enough for one who never runs such as I. I couldn't say what set me off - I felt like I was searching for something, but as soon as I turned the corner, sure I'd found it, a warm hand on my shoulder jerked me awake.
I was alone in my room but for the two cats.
Fucking dreams.
Dreams are glad for nonsensicalness. Goodnight.