Okay, this has to be one of the weirdest things I have ever written. But all I'm gonna say is NEVER EVER eat cheese, drink hot chocolate, read fanfiction and manga and surf around on DeviantArt before going to bed. Plot bunnies multiply and go high!!!
Disclaimer: Nope don't own Naruto... God help us if I did. The plot would be controlled by my cheese loving plot bunnies and their 2 o'clock morning attacks.
Summary: He dreamt of colours. Always colours and always the same ones... and he hated it. Post time-skip.
Colours
For two and a half years, he dreamt. Not of freedom or family like he thought he would, but of colours. His dreams were a blend of different hues of oranges, blues and yellows.
As his head lay on his pillow and his eyes fluttered shut, he saw them. Each one a bright colour he had once gazed upon daily, but were now only figments of memories in his mind and they haunted him. Haunted him and taunted him with memories and feelings long ago felt.
As the time passed by and days became months and years, the colours in the real world faded, leaving him in a world of blacks and whites and reds. To him, red wasn't a colour, merely another shade of darkness in his ever darkened world. The only colours he saw were in his dreams, only in his mind, great shadows of what they once were and were never to be seen in his reality.
He hated them. Hated the colours. Hated them for what they stood for, hated them for being reminders of a (happy) past he would rather forget.
So, to see those colours in the real world, so tangible he could almost taste them, he snapped. He wanted to tear apart each colour he saw, each little bit of orange, yellow and blue, until he could only see his blacks and his whites and his reds again.
But, he couldn't. He had been hoping, wishing, praying in some forgotten part of his heart to see those colours again. To see them and relish in the joyous feelings that would flood through his body.
He tried to destroy them, he tried and only lord above knew how much he tried, but he couldn't. Couldn't tear them apart. He crumbled and he longed for the colours again as his name was whispered by the living embodiment of colours.
"Sasuke..."