I've Got You in My Sight
He remembered standing over his brother, almost grinning in excitement. He had done it, finally. His brother was dead. Itachi was dead.
Then, however, he had heard something flying toward him and turned to meet it, only to have his vision bleed red, then go dark.
It hurt.
His eyes hurt like hell, as if someone had tried to pluck them straight out of his skull with their bare fingers. The cuts and scrapes adorning his body stung acutely every time they brushed against the rough fabric of his shirt and pants.
He knew he should not cry – he hated showing weakness, anyways – but that didn't stop a warm liquid from trickling down his cheeks. Everything was dark now, not letting up to show him that it was just a dream.
It had to have been a dream. He still had his sight and was going to wake up and see Karin and Suigetsu and Juugo standing over him.
He was going to wake up.
Suddenly, warm hands met his; one wiping away whatever it was that was on his face away. The person said nothing, only comforting him with their hands.
"Sasuke…." He had heard that voice before, but couldn't put a face to match it. It wasn't anyone from his team, Taka – too soft to be Suigetsu, too light to be Juugo, too masculine to be Karin. He was embraced unexpectedly, and let out a soft grunt of protest.
Why were they hugging him? If it wasn't his teammates, who else? It couldn't be anyone from Konohakakure – they hated him. They would rather decapitate him than hug him.
The person's scent was familiar – something animalistic, something spicy, and something soothing all combined into one. He still couldn't tell.
It still hurt to move.
"You okay, Sasuke? You're crying blood." Again with the unrecognizable voice. He was getting frustrated, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes at a faster rate. He opened his mouth to speak, wincing as his voice came out rough and grating on his throat.
"Who are you?" A glass reached his lips, and he drank whatever was in it greedily. Another hand found its way to his shoulder, squeezing slightly. A voice, higher pitched than the other, and softer, more feminine met his ears.
"It's Naruto, Sasuke-kun. And Sakura." More tears of frustration. He couldn't remember.
He couldn't remember.