The rain pounded down around her as Momiji stood, her knees bent in a slight combat crouch. Red hair matted to her head, clothes clinging to her shapely form as, exhausted, she panted for breath. The constant feeling of raindrops pounding down upon her only seemed to emphasize the desperation of the situation, as though the weight of her next actions had taken physical form. Teal eyes flicked from one shadowy figure to the next as they closed in upon her with ominous steps. It felt as though they'd been chasing her forever, and no matter how many she washed away, another stood ready to take their place. "This is ridiculous..." she said with a slight edge of fear in her tone. "I can't be worth all this."
One of the men chuckled, stepping forward into a light she hadn't before noted. The familiar stern, slim face of her uncle stared down at her, a slightly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, for the amount I am paying them, they ought to be at least this persistent," he replied. "Now, quit making trouble for everyone, and just die quietly." His words caused a flare of indignation combined with a streak of terror. If he had actually hired the Kido Butai, then would she really be safe if she were to return home? Just as she also wondered where the other man, the Hyuuga, had gone, a splash behind her caused her to whirl. "Our investigator, killed by terrorists. So sad," the Uzumaki clan head mused as she watched the burned man sink into the deep, dark water.
The Uzumaki whirled, and dove into the lake, cold slipping into her very core like a knife. Somehow, she could still hear her uncle laughing in that muted, joyless way he had as she descended, working her arms. I can't see him! Where is he, she wondered, kicking and turning her head, red hair floating and whipping this way and that. A distant glimmer of movement caught her eye. There! Momiji swam rapidly toward it, diving further, and further, the small bit of light coming in from the surface growing ever more dim. Laughter, and rain, and her lungs screaming for air and her limbs aching and cold, all of it combined in a confusing fashion she didn't understand - all she knew was that she had to reach him. Panicking, the redhead realized she had gone too far down for her breath to support a rise - how deep was this lake? Then, she saw it - a figure reaching up to her as though beckoning. She rapidly turned toward it and kicked, hard, sending herself sailing toward it. That form was joined by a second, then, and, confused, Momiji paused, floating slightly in the water, when in the murky darkness a third, smaller figure appeared, all reaching up to her. This wasn't what she was looking for, but something inside told the girl she had to reach them, a sensation of desperate need that had her continuing to sink, following the trio into that darkness. Finally, her will to hold her mouth closed left her, and bubbles escaped from her trembling, begrudgingly parted lips. Some said that drowning was a gentle way to die, but to the terrified, thrashing Momiji, it was agony. She needed to reach them. She needed to live. She couldn't go back. Trapped, she kicked, and water filled her lungs with a burning sensation in her nose.
Blue eyes snapped open, and Momiji's head rose quickly, a soft sound of panic leaving her as she twisted her head back and forth, a long moment of confusion occupying her. She spied Hizashi, sitting in the dirt now, and her expression grew guarded, a rush of embarrassment turning to anger as she quickly looked away. She didn't know how long it had been, but the dream had seemed to take an eternity. This one hadn't been good, even the fading pieces she could still remember bringing back those sensations of betrayal and death. "Watching me sleep?" she asked in a teasing tone, asserting herself to try and take a sensation of control back in the situation. "You are kind of creepy."
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