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Prologue:
Pain wracked his body with his every movement—even breathing hurt.
It was all his fault. That murderer. He had done this to him.
Where was Karin? Where were Juugo and Suigetsu?
For that matter, where was the sky? He was out in the open air; he could feel the breeze trailing over his skin like silk, hear the trees and grass shift restlessly from that same breeze. There was grass under him, pricking his bare back and neck.
He opened his eyes
And screamed.
He had also taken the light.
Sasuke woke up, panting heavily, cold sweat covering his body and soaking his sheets.
Only a dream…. He told himself. It was only a dream. Itachi hadn't taken his eyes. He had tried, but somehow Sasuke had managed to avoid that fate.
He held his hand up in front of his face. It was still blurry, still out of focus. His vision was deteriorating more quickly than he'd thought it would after gaining the mangekyou sharingan.
He needed his eyes fixed, and quickly. Itachi still wasn't dead.
He wondered just how good of a medical shinobi Sakura had become in the six years he'd been gone.
