Hinata und die Macht der Finsternis

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Don't sleep cause I'm there!

Hinata woke up and listened in the darkness. She was drenched in sweat. Her heart was pounding.
Wasn't there a sound? Hadn't someone called her name?
With a jerk she straightened up in bed and listened intently. The darkness was impenetrable. She couldn't even see her own hand. The only light came from a digital clock on the bedside table. The digits showed 4.58 o'clock!
Hinata suddenly heard a thump. She held her breath, frozen in shock. Then it occurred to her that it was probably the guard making his tour of the Hyuga estate. Sometimes they hit a table or something. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was just a dream," she said aloud to calm her racing heart. "I'm completely nuts. The noise made by one of the guards must have triggered some nightmare."
She shivered. Only now did she notice how cold it was in the room.So she used her Byakugan to see something: The window was open! Overcoming her fear, she got up and walked on tiptoe to the window. It was open!
Hinata could have sworn it closed before the thunderstorm. But in her current condition she wasn't so sure anymore.
Shivering, she stared out into the free. Day was dawning on the horizon. The rain had stopped. Thick fog lay over the otherwise picturesque landscape
Hinata suddenly remembered. Thick fog had reigned in her dream too!
She tried hard to put the fragments that swirled around in her mind together into a unified picture.
Now she could clearly remember walking down a paved path. She had the nagging feeling of having been there before.
Hinata closed her eyes so that she could see the picture more clearly in her mind. At the end of the path, a pair of sparkling ruby ​​red eyes shone towards her.She felt drawn to the piercing gaze like a magnet. Wisps of mist grazed her cheeks coolly.
Hinata suddenly startled from her memories. Again she thought of the strange noises in the dream. Hadn't a ghostly voice called her name?
The mesmerizing sound of the voice irresistibly pulled her forward. She hurried down the path. The echo of her voice drowned out all other noises, except this voice, which attracted Hinata with an inexplicable spell.
Hinata couldn't see what was at the end of the path. Was it a dark abyss? As she got closer, the black void turned out to be a murky, eerie lake. The voice commanded her to get into the water. To her surprise, it was pleasantly warm. But as the swirling eddies pulled them deeper and deeper, the water grew colder and threatening.
Hinata tried desperately to turn back. The voice forced her to stay where she was.She was called by her name incessantly.
Hinata rushed to the window.
"It was just a dream," she tried to calm down. She shivered from the cold. "I have to think of something else, otherwise I can no longer sleep at all."
On tiptoe, she crept back into her warm bed and crawled under the covers.
That's what happens when you fall asleep thinking of madmen and murderers, she thought. Then she tried to focus on the mission to suppress the frightening vibrancy of her nightmare.
"I really have to find a little rest, otherwise I will never get through my mission and can forget about the new jutsu right away. Maybe I should listen to some music again." Only then did she notice that the radio was mute. She couldn't remember turning off the phone.
Restlessly she turned on the other side.
Maybe Mum had heard the music and came into my room to turn it off, she thought.Yes, that was the explanation. Her mother had opened the radio and the window to let fresh air into the room.
Hinata relaxed. Soon she fell asleep.
Just before she woke up again, she heard a sharp, snapping sound. Something fell right on her head and fluttered around her like a startled bat.
Hinata opened her eyes, startled, and stared into the room. She couldn't see anything. Shivering, she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
Suddenly there were those strange noises again.
Hinata felt vaguely afraid. She sat up with a jerk and switched on the bedside lamp. It was5. 32 o'clock. Now there was no point in staying in bed either. She got up, looked for the clothes she wanted to wear today, and went to the bathroom.