What Dreams May Bring

Summary: After the murder of his clan by his older brother, Uchiha Sasuke is plagued by awful nightmares. The only thing that could be worse would be to have that murderer coming from the dreams to torment you even more.

Pairings: Possible Itachi/Sasuke

Rating: PG-13 / T (this chapter for disturbing mental images)

Disclaimer: Naruto and company are not owned by me, nor I am not making any money off of this.

"Enter In Here – Chapter One"

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The hurt was still there.

From what he could recollect from his training lesson at the pond a few weeks ago, the chakra burns on the sides of his mouth had healed within two weeks almost completely. It had been a little over a month since the catastrophic events of that single night in which his whole life was destroyed. This hurt still felt fresh like tiny cuts were opening his heart minute by minute, day by day; why wouldn't it heal?

Was it because he didn't have a mother clean it off for him and patch it up? Was it because he didn't have a father to protect him from the source of the cutting?

Sasuke sighed unhappily as he crawled into the unfamiliar bed of yet another family who was willing to take in the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan. This was the fifth family he'd been sent to live with since that night he had returned home to find the streets covered in blood and his brother standing above his beloved parents. It wasn't that he wasn't a good guest to the families that were willing to foster him, but most found that the nightmares he suffered with required too much attention or were too disturbing.

Those nightmares, filled with the brother whom he'd grown to admire and love, filled with the cries of familiar voices and bloody, mutilated faces of familiar people. Those nightmares too dark for a child as young and innocent as he should have been. Every night those evil dreams plagued his mind and wouldn't allow him the long peaceful rest that a growing boy his age needed. They only allowed him to wake up sobbing, panting for air, and feeling so completely lonely and lost.

It was no wonder that he didn't want to go to sleep. He'd demand the light be left on and demand the door stay open. But, every night his requests were not made in this house. They said he wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise and forced him to conform to their standards of rest. So the lamp remained off and the door remained closed, locking him into a room of secluded darkness cut off from the safety of supposedly loving arms.

The second hand ticked around the clock and Sasuke watched it by the light peeking through the blinds and hoping, that by some form of hypnotism, it would lull him to a sound sleep. It was about the only thing in the very plain room that was somewhat interesting with its intricate designs of golden trees intertwining together to form the base and the beautiful sable face contrasting the clear jewels on the hands. His eyes slowly began to close and heavy and deep breaths confirmed that the little Uchiha was sound asleep like he had so often prayed for.

All was quiet in the small Konoha house, as it should be. Every door locked tight and every window secured. No one could enter or exit without some disturbance. But, dreams don't come in through windows or doors.