Forbidden love

A past long forgotten

Normally he wouldn't dream of anything because of his fatigue and tiredness.. he would just be gone in a deep slumber as soon as he hit his head on the soft cushion and open his eyes in the morning.

He stopped having dreams after .... the war, most of the times it would be about someone.., someone with long raven hair and beautiful ruby eyes staring at him but it would only last for a second and soon he would wake up gazing at the white ceiling dazed.. tears rolling through his sun kissed skin forgetting the reason fro his tears the reson for his heartcahe.

But today he dreamt of something vivid like a memory forgotten .... Like something.. something that has happened.

In his dream, he had darker blonde up to his hip it was not the type of colour or length he has and his eyes they were lighter shade of his eyes and his skin which has gone numerous life and death battles and scorching heat were pale , fair without a flaw and the three whisker marks which had always adored his cheeks were no where to be found.

He almost looked like someone else if not for his facial structure that was just the same he had.

The him in his dreams eyelids were barely open about to close anytime.

It took a while for the dream to become more clear and when it did he couldn't believe his eyes.

His lower body was rippen without mercy blood flowing staining the tiles.

And when the scene became more and more clear he felt pain in his heart and a lump in his thraot making it painful for his to breathe.... who .. what..

There lied the person he thought of all those years, the person the reason of the unidentified feeling he had been having for the past few years and... the only person whom he had his first actual kiss with.

'Uchhia Itachi'

The name suddenly echoed in his mind.

The him from his dream was almost same the same as the raven he knew .. just his hairs was longer and his eyes were naturl red.

The scene became clearer and clearer until he could see that the person who had ripped his lower half was none other than the raven himself.

'What...?'

The raven was clutching the sword in his hand so tightly as if trying his best not to let it go and if u would see closely you could see the raven's fingers trembleing under the touch of hilt of the sword.

And the him from the dream had a bitter smile on his face looking at the raven with something he couldn't define.

Soon the voices wich had been blurry became clear and he could hear them talking......

To be continued....