Yes, Desperation and Afraid of the Dark will be updated this weekend.
Warnings: Mentions of yaoi.
Dreaming
Naruto stood overlooking a moonlit rock garden. The garden was surrounded on all sides by a traditional styled Japanese house with a wooden walkway that connected the inner rooms of the house to the tranquility of the outside garden.
The moonlight illuminated the whitewashed walls from the small opening in the roof. It was quiet save for the dipping bird clinking in and out of the small pond off to the left.
After noting his surroundings, Naruto moved soundlessly from the wooden walkway to the room off to his right.
Stepping from the opening, he entered a dark room. The moon shone through the window, giving the room the same tranquil feel as the garden had. He could even still hear the sound of water flowing from the small pond outside to his left, as well as the wooden clinking sound of the dipping bird.
Naruto took a moment to take in his surrounding. The room he had entered had wooden floors like the walkway, but inside there were many wooden bunk beds that seemed strangely out of place.
Also the darkness inside seemed bluer than the complete blackness of night, and he could neither remember how he had gotten to the strange house nor did he know how he would leave.
At the moment it didn't seem to matter.
All he knew was that he was looking for something: that he was on a quest. He needed to find something to complete his mission.
Instinct took him to one of the bunk beds toward the wall off to the right, back corner of the room. He rolled underneath the bed.
Against the wall beneath the bottom bunk were etchings in the wood that ran along the bottom portion of the wall, but the etchings didn't look like normal etchings made in wood. It looked more like the kind made into softened clay.
The etchings seemed to imply that someone had been keeping track of the days by etching lines into the wall.
After noticing the strange markings, Naruto next noticed that being beneath the bed was no darker than the rest of the room. In fact, it seemed to have more light there. The blue seemed slightly more prominent at least. Not brighter per se, just more in focus somehow.
Suddenly he spotted what he needed, and he reached out his hand and grabbed it. He hadn't known what he was looking for, but once he saw it, he knew. It was a scroll of sorts tied in a thin, red ribbon. The scroll seemed to have a different kind of light on it, and it seemed more realistic than anything else he'd encountered at this place tonight.
He turned slightly, and now the etchings that had been to his right on the wooden base of the wall were now in front of him so that as he lied on his back, he had to look up to see them. To his right the wall had seemingly vanished. An entrance to the outside had appeared. All he needed to do was roll to the other side of the bed and be outside.
However, this outside wasn't the same as where he was. The opening led to a place that was hilly instead of flat. It was also the middle of day there. This outside was full of green rolling hills, and brightly colored flowers speckled the lush, grassy hills. The sky was a bright blue with white fluffy clouds that floated by carelessly.
Suddenly he heard footsteps, and the brightly colored outside vanished. But that didn't matter because he had to escape, had to finish his mission, and suddenly he remembered that he had a mission to complete. He had to go back.
He rolled out from underneath the bed, and he stood up.
There, in front of him, stood himself.
Ah, he understood now. He remembered now. How foolish of him to forget? He had time traveled of course.
Before him stood his younger self, dressed in orange, blue, and white. That outfit was old, from years ago. Now he wore a different outfit: orange and black with a flowing cloak that swirled around him as he moved.
He was so much more powerful now than when he was younger: stronger, faster, and even more intelligent too. Perhaps he ought to tell his past self how powerful he would become? Would his younger self believe him?
"Who are you?" his younger self asked, his voice wary, his body set in a protective stance.
Naruto didn't speak. Instead he just smiled and strode forward. A sudden urge swept through him, and not exactly understanding the strong urge, or why he did it, but he pressed his lips against his younger self.
His younger self seemed shocked, but he kissed back. The lips were warm against his, but he was surprised at how inexperienced his younger self seemed at kissing.
Naruto frowned, slightly disappointed that his inexperienced, younger self wasn't the best kisser, and it felt even stranger still as he didn't remember when he had become more experienced in kissing, but he just knew that he had. Even so, it felt pleasant enough, even if it wasn't perfect.
He broke the kiss and strode past his younger self, his scroll in hand, and his mission to the past complete.
Sasuke sat up in bed, looking around him, feeling confused.
He shook his head, looking at his hands, his body.
He'd just dreamed that he had been Naruto. He'd traveled "back in time" as Naruto to the past.
It had been so strange, so unreal. Yet still...
Seemingly of their own accord, Sasuke's fingers traveled up this his lips where he, as "future" Naruto, had kissed younger Naruto.
It reminded him of the time when he and Naruto had been pushed together and had kissed each other. Naruto's lips had been warm then. Naruto had been inexperienced, like himself, but the kiss had been warm and pleasant nonetheless.
"What the fuck was that dream supposed to be about?"
Sasuke laid back down, his thoughts on his former teammate, wondering why he was dreaming of not only being Naruto, but kissing him as well.
End…?
I kid you not; I dreamt the dream that Sasuke had. I woke up and was like…wtf?! So I decided to pass the confusion on to Sasuke and everyone who happens to read this.
I did have another dream that was more Sasuke/Naruto centric. I'm thinking about posting that too as another dream of Sasuke's and making it into a short series. What do you think? ~ Jelp