Minute By Minute

A/N: Please don't hurt me... QAQ I'm so sorry for not updating this sooner! I had classes, and university, and just...I'msorry. My motivation hasn't been up-to-date lately, and I'm now trying to get my mind to focus by doing a 365 Day Writing Prompt Challenge. So yeah...I'm trying, okay, guys? Just don't critisize me. I'll get to finishing this...eventually. So many ideas and assessments to complete, oh my. Anyway, I hope you like it! I felt like doing another horror-ish aspect, so hopefully it's...okay? Yeah, ha ha.

Lost One's Weeping Chorus – Nico Nico

Blood stained the floor as she struggled to pull the chains away from her ankles,

and they tightened their grip on her skin, clinking and clanking as a strained cry fell from her lips,

tears springing in her violet eyes. Water dripped from the ceiling of the dungeon-like space, the air choking, green clouds floating in front of her all-too-hazy vision as her head spun. She yanked at the metal biting into her flesh but to no avail as it clamped even tighter and harder, and she tried not to sob, for crying would show whoever it was her weakness; and she could not afford for that to happen. "Where...where am I?" she whispered to herself, looking around in vain for some sort of an exit – a door, a passageway in which she could escape out of this hellish dungeon. She didn't care if the skin on her ankles would be ripped bare exposing the nerves underneath, she had to get out of here. Struggling to stand, she ignored the stinging pain of her skin splitting, and began to run, but she fell over and hit the floor, hard – the impact was bad enough to tear some skin off her cheek. She heard something. Something which sounded like angry wisps. Hinata looked up in determination as she saw her father hovering above her, blood spilling from wounds on his back and chest, and he held the knife in his hand; the murder weapon.

He tilted his head and smiled unconvincingly, as words tumbled sluggishly from his mouth.

As he spoke, blood poured from it, trickling down his chest as he gurgled slightly. "You...you think you're free from retribution? Foolish child... You killed me...and you will not live another day...while I am still present in here... I have chained you so you cannot move, cannot run away...like the pitiful excuse for a human being that you are..." He laughed, and floated towards her; the expression on her face of hatred was what drove him, and his smile grew.

"And I know exactly how to make you pay for what you did... Do you really believe that you of all people, a murderer, can be forgiven for your sins? You will rot in Hell for what you have done to me...and will never, ever be forgiven..." The smile he gave her quickly faded. He turned his head to the left to something she couldn't say, and said lowly, "Come here, young Naruto... You will be the perfect bait..." On command, the one she loved emerged from the shadows, naked. He bore no scars, no marks on his body except for the metal collar clamped around his neck, chain links clinking quietly with every step. With a hand, her father reached out and gripped Naruto's throat as he spluttered, gasping for breath, his fingers slowly suffocating him.

Don't watch...this is all a figment of your imagination...don't watch!

She tried warning herself, telling herself that what she was seeing was not real, but as much as she tried to look away, her eyes were glued to Naruto. He kicked his legs and dug his nails into her father's fingers as his own sucked the life from him, breath trapped. Naruto did not speak. He wheezed and croaked, speech barely a whisper as minute by minute, it became unbearable to watch. Hinata knew he would die like this. "NO!" she screamed loudly, her voice echoing off the dungeon's walls as she stood up and ran – fell over, repeated the worthless process. She had to save him. But like all of her other dreams before, acting was meaningless; he had proven it to her earlier. "Stop...stop it! Stop hurting Naruto! He hasn't done anything to you!"

Her father made a clicking noise with his tongue and laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Naruto's face was turning pale, his lips blue with lack of oxygen. Hinata felt pure, unadulterated rage surge through her as she frantically tried to tear the chains off of her ankles. With every failing breath from him, she grew more determined to save him. "I...love...you..." Naruto manged to whisper, as a maniacal look crossed her father's face and he squeezed with his fist; squeezed so hard that Naruto's throat caved in, and his eyes bulged in his head. His head and throat exploded, covering him in gore and blood as Hinata threw up in front of her. He had squeezed Naruto's neck and made it and his head explode.

Naruto was no more.

Dry retching, Hinata fell forwards and blacked out as her father stood beside her, floating.

"Now you'll know what it's like to truly die..."

Gasp, gasp! Hinata was jolted awake as a cold sheen of sweat dripped down the sides of her face, forehead, back, legs and arms, and she gripped the sheets so hard that she thought she would tear into them; tear them apart. Panting raggedly, she tore the sheet off and raced to the bathroom, clutching at the all-too-clean sink in the tiny cell, splashing her face with water. It was just a dream. It was just a dream, and nothing else, she reassured herself. It took a while for it to eventually sink in, the blurred lines between dream and reality as she shakily walked back to bed and saw Naruto sleeping there, safe and sound. She hugged him so tight she thought that he wouldn't be able to breathe.

"You're safe, Naruto-kun...you're s-safe...thank goodness..."

She just wished that these nightmares would end and she would be able to get out of the prison.

Soon, Hinata prayed, looking outside at the full moon, covering the thick blanket of sky, please let me out soon...