Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, otherwise I would take his sleeping hat for myself … -takes out needle and thread- I think I will have it anyway

Enjoy the odd angsty-ish thing…

A small shadow plays off one of the windows, a soft sigh emits from its owner, disturbing the perfect silence.

Silence, a rare and beautiful thing in times like this, a war raging without pause between the villages.

The shadow moves, revealing a slight boy, with dark midnight hair and dead black eyes. No, not just dead eyes, it seems like there is absolutely no one behind them, pitiful in a way,

the thing of nightmares in another.

He has been here nearly three years, lonely, without hope, looking to one cause, death, killing, murdering. Damn his aniki, damn Orochimaru, damn everyone.

But, no, no, he can't damn him, he was the first life he had taken, the first step into becoming stronger than Itachi, his aniki.

Uchiha Sasuke remembers. He remembers how he had loved his big brother, his hero.

He remembers watching his brother slaughter their clan, albeit in his head.

He remembers his hero, making him cry, scaring him, hurting him,

ruining him.

That day, not everyone knew what happened on that day, he didn't, even as Sasuke came to learn of the Kyuubi from that snake-freak, his Naruto never would know of the horrors of his past. Of the nightmares that plagued him on a nearly nightly basis. Made all the worse by the monster he had run to. For power.

Yes, Uchiha Sasuke knows, remembers, understands and watches. Waiting for the perfect time, the perfect time to leave, exact his revenge to fulfill his life.

Then take it.

He knows what Orochimaru has planned, and he will be damned if he will let it happen. His body is his own, curses, scars, and all. All his, never that bastards, no matter what he said, did, nothing would ever convince him.

A ghostly hand passes across his neck, sending a shiver through him.

Another one joins it, both moving to his shoulders, massaging them.

A long moment, before he gives in, leaning against the strong form behind him, sighing as an arm moves to encompass his chest, looking up into the calm face. Into the eyes hidden by those glasses that no shinobi should be wearing if they wanted to live.

'You are up so late again.' Kabuto whispers, running his hand up and down his side, the other one moving back to his hair.

'Couldn't sleep, why should I?' Sasuke mutters, leaning further into him, reaching a hand up to stroke the soft grey strands on his head.

'The nightmares?' A nod confirms it. 'Why do you put up with it, you could just leave.' Sasuke lets out a soft sigh, almost unheard.

'You know why I can't leave, not yet at least.' His other hand moves to touch the curse seal.

Silence reigns for many minutes.

'Come to bed, you will need it.'

That tells Sasuke that more experiments on him are being prepared for the next day, Orochimaru wants an upper hand, Sasuke is his starting point for that.

Oh well, right now, it is okay, his important people are all dead anyway, what does it matter what happens to him right? As long as his life mission is completed, he will be happy.

A soft tug brings him out of his dark thoughts; he stands a little straighter, turning in the arms. Kabuto's lips catch his own in a soft, sweet kiss, hand still in his hair.

Sasuke forces it a little, deepening it, bitter-sweet in its own way, after a moment Kabuto pulls away.

'Come to bed.' He repeats, this time his voice says something very different.

Yes, right now it is okay, until he finds his way out, this is fine. He will live for now like this, for now.

It is enough.