AN: I'm back with another story! I feel really good about this, I hope you will feel the same! Enjoy~

Our Hearts Draw a Dream

My lungs burned as if they are on fire. Their oxygen supply low. Where are all the people! I can hear the rushed footsteps of my chasers, they echo off the walls like thunder during a storm. My heart is pounding at a speed I'm almost afraid of a heart attack. The air I desperately try to breathe is stuffy and the stones under my feet slippery. It takes all my focus just trying to stay upright. Clinging to the walls I finally make out voices in the distance. It's not the fraught ones belonging to the two behind me. A sense of relief washes over me as I know if only I can get out in the open, I will be safe.

I risk a long jump and let a cocky smirk form on my lips as I gracefully land on my feet again. Gazing towards the men behind me I know they're too far away to catch up with me and I almost congratulate myself. They won't catch me this time. But when I turn back to face my soon to be asylum I notice a dark figure standing in my way. For a fraction of a second I forget my footwork and end up stumbling on a protruding brick in the ground, rushing head first towards the man. I try to knock him out of the way but he is heavier than me and much taller, my head takes the blow and it feels like I hit a brick wall. His one arm comes around my shoulders, keeping me in a tight grip and then I hear the silent metallic sound of bullets being fired.

I had allowed myself to think I was safe but I quickly realize the man in front of me is just as deadly if he's able to shoot two people without batting an eye. I start pulling away, struggling from his tight grip but his hand only tightens its hold around my shirt. "And where do you think you're going." The man chuckles in a way it makes me shiver. I watch him in the corner of my eye put his gun back in its holster. "I'm saving you and you want to run away? Che, that's not very nice, is it? Is a simple thank you too much?"

There's something familiar about his voice but I'm too stressed, too worried that I can't place it. Assuming it's one of Orochimaru's henchmen I try my best directing him under a glare in hopes it will catch him off guard and ease his hold. But as my eyes land on his face I realize just who I'm dealing with and my struggling stops. I could never forget that face. "K-Kitsune." My voice hitches.

He smiles but it's not pleasant. The way his strange canines show from behind his upper lip makes me think of the true nature of a fox; self-indulgent and deceitful. "So you do know." He drawls dryly but his eyes light up in what I can only assume as enthrallment. I open my mouth to respond but no words come out so I quickly close it shut. Instead I try to regain the control of my trembling body. I might have only met Kitsune once before, but that is all it takes to know he's not someone you want to do business with.

"Hey I told you to stop struggling." A hand strokes my cheek in false condolence and tilts my head back, forcing me to stare straight into crimson eyes. Another shiver forces its way down my spine and I jerk my chin out of his hand. "L-let me go." I try to sound strong but the words come out stuttered and weak. I bite the inside of my cheek as I realize I have most likely just signed my own death warrant. I have heard the words from some of Orochimaru's men when they thought no one was listening. The way their voices will tremble whenever they speak his name.

Kitsune scoffs. "And here I went through all the trouble going after you all by myself. One would think you should feel honored." His lips thin out as he speaks and his hand goes back to rest around the back of my neck. Then he squeezes it. "Don't," he growls silently. "Make a sound or I will put a bullet straight through your head. Got it?"

I nod without hesitating. His hand is hurting me and there's no point in fighting now. "Good." He says in a complacent manner. I dare not open my mouth, afraid I'll say something I'm going to regret. He leads me away, placing his hand on my lower back so to the eyes of any bystanders it only looks like he's escorting me. What a douche.

A black car with tinted windows pulls up on the street and a guy jumps out from shotgun. He jogs around the car and opens the door for us. He says something but the blood is pumping so strongly in my ears I can barely make out any words. Kitsune harshly shove me inside, and I almost land on my head again but manage to stabilize my body in the nick of time. A silent groan escapes my lips when hands pull me up on the seat. "Watch it!" I growl out before I can stop myself but Kitsune only chuckles and order the driver to go full throttle.

I sit back, the silence consuming me and for the first time since I came here I fight back tears of frustration; of fear and longing. It seemed like ages ago I was home, safe, where my biggest problem was trying to escape my future. Now I can only admit I desperately long for the security it used to bring me. I even miss the uneventful days where I would just sit, stupidly, dreaming about the world outside my window, oblivious to the dangers lurking in the shadows.

Eight months earlier

Life inside a village, where everybody knows each other, shares the same opinions, and act just the same robotic way, there's me; Uchiha Sasuke. I would like to say I am nothing like them but instead a burning deviant since birth. At least that would make me seem a little bit interesting. Unfortunately I am not. I'm what you would call your average Joe. My hair is a dim black, skin pale and eyes dark. Nothing about me speaks of deviation.

I was raised in a wealthy family, my big brother exceeding in life as my father's right hand in the family business which just happen to be the local police department. Father is chief policeman and has been ever since my grandfather died. He doesn't do as much police work as he does running the place politically. Not that a lot happens in Konoha, the village's name. Worst case scenario on a normal day is a speeding ticket. And Mother is the typical housewife, doing occasional charity events while spending the rest of the day going about like your typical woman. Whatever that insist.

This is how I've been raised my soon to be eighteen years alive. I wake up, go to school, do my homework, stay in line and occasionally get to meet up with friends on the weekends. I am the prodigal son, just like my brother is. I obey the rules our father set out for us and in return will have a bright future. Or so Father tells me. Personally, just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.

My birthday is barely a week away and I can't wait for it to come. In fact it's the moment I have been living for, for the last five years. At my eighteenth birthday I'm heading off for college to prepare for the future. A future said to help me get perspective over life and then come back home and follow in my brother's footsteps. I try not to think into it too much, my evident future, and instead I focus on the time away from my family. I will miss my mother, however, because she has always been there and supported me. Actually she was the one to convince Father to let me go to the states for college. She understands me the best. She understands how staying in Konoha will sure suffocate me if I don't get out of here.

As pathetic as it sounds I long for adventures. I want to see the world, meet new people, and perhaps join a protest just for the heck of it. Even do something crazy like, like jaywalking! Who knows maybe I could even get a girlfriend? I have never dated anyone before but it would be a nice experience. I would be lying if I said watching other people parade their feelings didn't affect me. After all, wanting someone by your side is only human nature but so far no girls in Konoha had made my heart skip. The most they ever did were to annoy me with their squealing voices.

My birthday came faster than a speeding bullet and soon enough I found myself saying goodbye to my family at the airport, bags packed for a new life. This was the time I would renew myself.

But turns out, change doesn't come too easily. The first weeks were spent settling in to my new life while going to class and doing homework. I went about the same way I used to back home. I've never been particularly social, so I had a hard time making friends. People came up to me but being my antisocial self I never felt comfortable enough around them so they never hung around long enough. I realized quickly nothing had changed from my life back home and the life I now had in college.

I guess that's why I fell so hard when I met him. He came up to me in psychology, his hair Alice blue and exotic purple eyes, asking if the seat next to me was taken. My first instinct was to just nod and then go back to my usual business of preparing notes but for some reason we started talking.

We connected in a way I had never done before and in only a few days we were already friends. He would come over after school and we hung out, playing video games, watched movies and just acted like normal teenagers. It was my first taste of real freedom and it became addicting. Half a year into the first semester, we started skipping classes only to hang out together and our relation took a step further. He made me feel in a way I had never done before. Imagine my surprise when I realized it was attraction. At first I was scared and wouldn't let him near me for a whole week, afraid I might do something I'd regret. I knew Father had a girl picked out for me at home. A girl from another wealthy family which I would marry and produce another generation of Uchiha children. And how could I expect to live up to that if I let myself indulge in guys?

No I knew better and I kept away. What I hadn't expected though was that Suigetsu is insanely persistent. He jumped me between classes, following me around and I had not the heart of turning him away. Turning him away had only made me lonely once again. So sadly, my resolve shattered quickly and I accepted the fact I would never experience the same interest in girls as I did with him. Father would be furious but that was a problem for future-me.

Days passed once more and that's when things started turning intense. There's a saying don't judge a book by its cover. Sure enough, I would learn this sooner than expected. As our relationship turned from embarrassed kisses to intimate touching, he started changing too. The funny guy I would hang out with during nights turned aggressive at times, only to switch back a moment later. Warning bells rung loudly inside my head to end it, but I didn't want to be alone again and a part of his odd behavior enticed me. Back home people always fell in place, their moods calm and full of content. He was nothing like them. And that's when I got to know the real side to the guy behind the name; Suigetsu.

It didn't take long until I learned his secret. It was just after yet another one of his mood swings. He disappeared to the bathroom and took longer than usual. After 15 minutes I started becoming concerned so I knocked on the door to see if everything was okay. I heard a soft grunt through the door and it sounded like he was in pain. Assuming the worst I tried to open the door and it cracked open. I watched in slight panic as Suigetsu chuckled loudly. Whatever my suspicions were to that point I had never imagined him to be that.

Suigetsu sat perched against the tub, his arm stretched out before him and a loose string wounded about his arm. His eyes almost seemed euphoric and once I noticed a needle next to him, I knew what was happening.

I rushed forward but once I sat crouched before him I realized I had no idea of what to do. I had never in my wildest imagination thought I would ever come across a situation like this. I halfheartedly started removing the band. "Man, you should try this Sasuke." Suigetsu spoke through a slur reminding me of someone who has been drinking a cup too many.

"I don't think so." I said slightly annoyed.

"Right… You're too innocent. That's it isn't it." Suigetsu edged on knowing exactly which buttons to press. "Too full of his goody two-shoes self. Daddy must be so proud."

I growled to silence him but he remained unaffected. "C'mon try it. I have some extra."

I watched him fish out a leather pouch from his pocket and then open it, exposing vials full of crystal white liquid. "I don't-" I started saying but he silenced me.

"Oh stop being such a whiny little bitch!" He snarled. I fell back and remained silent. "Here, I will help you. Sit back against the tub."

I did exactly what he said. I don't know why I even listened to him. Was I slightly curious?Perhaps I thought this was simply a new adventure; a chance to try something new. Or maybe I was just scared of being left alone. I knew it was bad, it had been indoctrinated by Father since I was a baby but still I let him tie the band about my arm and then puncture me with the needle.

The experience was intense. The fluid rushed into my veins in a heartbeat and I became lightheaded. An euphoric feeling settled in my mind as time seemed to slow down. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the sofa eight hours later, Suigetsu next to me. At that time, little did I know that this would be the start of a downward spiral.

To be continued?

Depending on what you say I'll keep this going.