Koki's nightmare

As night falls, it unfolds like a mysterious scroll, with stars like jewels set upon it, resembling distant lighthouses illuminating the path for those who have lost their way.

However, on this peaceful night, Koki's dream was ravaged by a sudden storm.

In the depths of his consciousness, terrifying images surfaced like ghosts, relentlessly tearing his soul apart.

His consciousness was dragged into a dark vortex, filled with terror and despair.

In that nightmarish scene, Koki witnessed Shisui's figure; the boy who always wore a gentle smile had now become the protagonist of the nightmare.

This time, Shisui's image was so tragic. In Koki's dream, he was twisted and deformed, his hands tightly covering his blind eye, and bright red blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto his clothes bearing the Uchiha Clan's insignia, staining them with a shocking mottled stain.

A surge of intense grief gripped Koki's heart. He tried to rush forward, but found himself bound by an invisible force, his steps heavy as lead, unable to move an inch.

"Koki, I'm leaving."

In the vast darkness of night, Shisui stood on the cliff edge, the wind ruffling his disheveled hair, his eyes reflecting endless sorrow.

"Shisui, don't leave me!!!"

Koki wanted to shout, but her throat felt as if it were tightly sealed by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make a sound.

In that moment of near collapse, Shisui turned around and faced the abyss-like edge of the cliff. His figure slowly shrank in Koki's pupils. Finally, he took that step firmly and plunged into the dark and boundless void.

Koki felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer; he felt an unprecedented fear and pain.

He tried to give chase, but found himself trapped in place, forced to watch helplessly as Shisui plunged into the Naka River.

The raging torrents of the river cruelly swallowed the outline of the Shisui, leaving only blood-red ripples that slowly spread out under the moonlight.

Koki's breathing became rapid, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding like a war drum.

Koki's consciousness was trapped in a dream, struggling to break free from the entangling black mist.

Finally, after a violent tremor, Koki abruptly opened her eyes.

Koki suddenly woke up from a nightmare, her pajamas soaked with sweat, her heart pounding like a drum.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took a few deep breaths of cold air, trying to calm the panic in his heart. The scenes in the dream were still vivid in his mind. The endless darkness and endless pain made him feel a strange sense of oppression.

His gaze fell upon the familiar room, where the fan gently swayed its blades, humming softly.

Koki gasped for breath, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as if it would leap out.

He sat up straight, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, trying to calm himself down.

The images from the dream still lingered in Koki's mind; Shisui's desperate eyes and bloodied figure haunted her relentlessly.

He felt a wave of fear wash over him; the dream was so real that he could still feel the pain of losing a friend.

"Hoo." He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

"That was just a dream, not real," Koki murmured to himself again and again, yet his emotions surged like waves in a storm, impossible to calm.

He knew that Shisui's departure had dealt him a heavy blow, and even in his dreams, he found it difficult to accept this cruel reality.

He tried to calm himself down, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly turned his head to look at the seat next to him.

Moonlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the sleeping figure of his younger brother.

Itachi's sleeping posture was quiet and peaceful, with a faint smile seemingly on his lips, as if he were immersed in a beautiful dream.

Koki's gaze fell on her younger brother's carefree face, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

"Luckily, my younger brother wasn't woken up."

Koki thought to himself, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He reached out and carefully tucked the blanket around his younger brother, making sure he wouldn't catch a cold from kicking off the covers. In the quiet night, Koki's movements were extremely gentle, as if afraid of disturbing his brother's sweet dreams.

Then, she slowly stood up, walked to the window, and gently opened it, letting the fresh air wash away the stuffiness in the room.

The stars in the night sky twinkled faintly, as if comforting his wounded heart.

He couldn't help but wonder why he dreamt of the scene from an anime where Shisui leaps into the river.

Thinking about how the email she sent last time had not received a response from the system, Koki felt increasingly uneasy.

The moonlight, hazy and soft like a veil, bathed the courtyard in a silvery glow.

The night breeze outside the window rustled gently, dancing like a fairy, bringing a touch of coolness that silently crept into the room.

Koki rested her hands on the windowsill, her gaze piercing through the silence of the night, looking out into the boundless darkness.

In the deep darkness of the night, the world seemed to be embraced by tranquility, and all fear and unease were silently swallowed up by the darkness.

He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the gloom brought on by the nightmare, but those negative emotions were like stubborn rocks, difficult to get rid of.

However, the longing in her heart for Shisui grew like wild grass, impossible to suppress.

He was worried about Shisui's safety; an indescribable sense of unease haunted him, preventing him from sleeping peacefully. He decided to go to Shisui's room, even if it was just to take a look and confirm that he was alright.

What time is it now? Koki glanced at the clock; the hands swayed slightly, pointing to a little past two o'clock. The night was still deep, and there was still time for everything.

Having made up her mind, Koki got up and decided to go to Shisui's room to confirm that one and only sense of peace.

Koki walked through the corridor, silence fell before the door to Shisui's room. The door was tightly shut, but a faint fragrance wafted out, like orchids or osmanthus, evoking contemplation.

He hesitated for a moment, then his fingertips, light as a butterfly's, touched the door.

"Shisui, are you asleep?" Koki's voice was deep and gentle, like the softest starlight in the night sky.

The room was silent, so Koki gently pushed open the door.

Darkness enveloped the room, except for the silvery moonlight that leaped in through the window, dancing like sprites and drawing the outline of Shisui on the floor.

Koki felt a little calmer and was about to quietly leave when, as if possessed, she turned back for a second.

That one glance froze his steps.

The sight before her eyes made Koki's heart sink!