Do not ask me when exactly in the cannon it happened, cause I really don't have any idea. I tried to figure it out, but I couldn't. There are three shifts of style and/or mood in the story, and they change because (a) I woke up and fell back asleep (b)I was semi-lucid and (c) because I was interupted before the end and had to imagine what happened. If you can tell where the style changes, I'll give you a cookie and love you forever. Find me at as fdsa(add the non shifted hyphen here)fdsa at livejournal (dot) com for quicker updates and non-fiction dreams (which are usually more fun.).

I capslocked the names and wrote in Courier New because that is just how I see it. I know I'm super weird in my first posting, but I promise it won't happen again, since you don't read in Courier New. But because of that, it doesn't seem to match my idea of the story here. I hope it won't make the story not as fun for you .

"I won't pretend to know who you are, so whould you please just tell me what you are doing in my room in the middle of the night?" Sasuke glared as he swung his legs out from under the blanket. The ninja sitting on his windowsill just smiled and swung her own legs, thumping them against the wall.

"I was wondering, maybe, if I could spend the night here?" she asked politely, but Sasuke simply felt more confused.

"Look, you wake me in the middle of the night, talk really loud, and I don't even get to kick your but, so just go away." Sasuke flopped down on the bed and stared pointedly away from her. He heard her sigh and just closed his eyes, hopeing she'd eventually go away.

All of a sudden, there were shouts, and a crash. Sasuke was knocked out of his bed as the girl came rolling down. "Hey!" he shouted and waved his arm across the bed, hitting her face. She was trembling. "Hey!" he said again, more quietly, as the non-understandable phsycobabble filtered in through the window a little more loudly. "What's the matter?"

She just shook her head and buried her face into his blanket, pressing herself down as if she could disapear from sight, trembling like a leaf on the wind. "Stop, please stop. Stop it!" He moved his hand away and then leaned across the bed, staring out the window. The first thing that he noticed was that there were people on the roof across from him, and they were dressed in a terrible bright yellow. They saw him when he put his hands on the sill, and shouted something that he couldn't understand. As an unconcious reaction, Sasuke dove down, with his back pressed against the wall. His legs became tangled with the girl's, and they both crashed again, this time out of the bed with legs firsts. No banged-up heads for them, no. Sasuke detached his legs as noises alerted him that people were coming up the stairs of the building. The girl was going to be of no use in a hostile situation, so he wordlessly pointed her under the blankets and grabbed a kunai out from under the pillow. He was always prepared, at this was why. When you lived by yourself you never know what kind of crazy things would happen.

There was a knock, strangly quiet compared to the hectic feet, and Sasuke had to gulp to get himself enough out of Everybody Die-mode to talk. "What do you want?" he strangled out.

"We're looking for someone, and we were hoping you might have seen her." The door creaked open-why was the creaking scarier then bursting or slamming?-and the strangest person he had ever seen came in accompanied by the commonest person he had ever seen. He couldn't explain it, he couldn't even focus on the faces for very long, so he activated Sharingan. It must have been some kind of genjutsu, he thought, as the creepy one spoke, and suddenly noted that it was the other one who was the most powerful.

"No girls in here." Sasuke replied with both his face and his additude, but said, instead, "Does it seem like I'm old enough to go chasing after skirts?" That was the craziest thing he'd ever heard himself said, and if he was Naruto, he would have laughed at himself. But he didn't want to think about Naruto, not at all, never ever again. He knew, in the back of his head, that he would have to, eventually, probably even when he woke up in the morning, but for now, he just ignoreed the thought.

"Then who's on your bed?" the creepy man asked, and Sasuke was glad that he couldn't see his face. He probably would be shivering in his pants, from the chakra they were exuding. At least it wasn't a bloodline genjutsu, or he would be, and then Sakura would be mollified and Naruto would be laughing at him. No. No Naruto. Girl hiding in his blankets, but not Naruto.

"My brother," he replied unhesitantly. Hesitation would be the death of both of them. These creeps were as strong in genjutsu as ITACHI-although, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about him, either-and the man's voice sounded like death. What? Sound? A sound genjutsu, was that why he still felt creepy? Well, he wasn't as good at releasing jutsus as-no thinking, just doing-but why the heck not? "Kai," he then said, his hands going rabbit-bird-turtle-horse-rabbit. It was a little complex for a releasing jutsu, but it would work better that way. As soon as he released Sharingan, he saw that there was no one there. He had been under genjutsu since he had looked out the window, probably. "Do I feel stupid," he muttered under his breath, behaving uncharacteristicly again. Was he going slowly insane?

"Thank you," came the voice from the lump in his bed. A head popped out as he turned around, and he almost turned on Sharingan to not see the face again. She was just a kid, younger then him most likely. Why was she in the middle of Konoha chased by guys in bright yellow.

"Care to explain?" he brooded, creasing his forehead in a characteristic frown. Why was he dividing everything that way again? He tried to put it out of his mind and sat down for something to do. That was how he did it. He used his face and body to say everything, and those who said that he was stoic and noble were wrong. He frowned because he was angry, because he was sad, because he wasn't lonely anymore, because he wanted to be alone, because he wanted power, because he wanted love, because he couldn't decide what was more important to him, and because he had been raised that the clan is always the most important thing in the world and so he must forget everything else. That's a lot to frown about, and it showed. He was skinny because he didn't eat, he smirked cause he felt that he wasn't allowed to smile, and because... just because.

"No." She sat up and leaned against the wall, looking at him. "You look as if you need to talk more then I do." Her eyes were purple, deep purple, so purple they were blue and black too. Was that even possible? Then he realized. It was a bloodline limit, like the Hyuugas' that made their eyes white. They were pretty cool, but he'd never seen anything like that before.

"Was that why they were chasing you?"

"They wouldn't have found me if you hadn't looked out the window."

"Sorry. That just what happened." Why had he wanted to look out the window again? He'd forgotten. Sasuke just hmped and looked at the window.

"Are you going to leave?" She startled him. How did she know that he'd been thinking about that? "You know, it might not be as good as it seems. I think something bad's going to you. It's a pattern of leaves in your hair."

"What does that mean?" Sasuke snapped, and she winced slightly. He wouldn't have been able to see it if he hadn't a bloodline himself. "Never mind." He sulked and looked away.

"Are you going?" she asked again.

"I might," he replied, and touched his neck.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"Not for a while now." He wondered if maybe she was an illusion of his tired mind. Or some kind of god. Her raven black hair did look as if one could see right through it. Maybe it was just thin.

"Are you scared?"

"Don't you know already? Since you know everything else?" She was insulted. Well let her be.

"No. I don't know everything, by the way. Stupid boy. Boys always think they know everything, and so every person who knows more then them must be perfect and then they resent them."

"That's an interesting point of view. Why resent someone who's perfect?"

"Because you can't beat a perfect person," She told him. "A perfect person makes no mistakes, and that means they leave no hole in defense or attack. You can't even tire a perfect person out. They get stuck in your brain as you form scenario after scenario to defeat them, and you just end up hating yourself more. Anyone would resent someone who makes them hate themself. You want to get rid of them, so that you won't feel like that, but you can't, because you think they're perfect!"

Sasuke felt a little more then confused, but not quite insane. "I see, I think. But what does this have to do with anything, again?"

"Nothing, we're just rambling. But maybe you'll remember it sometime and it will mean something." She stood up on the bed and stuck a leg out the window.

"Going already?"

"The same way I came."

And then she was gone.

"Bye," he found himself saying out the window, and a bright blue star winked at him. He almost thought that it actually was her, but instead, he got dressed and left.

AN: rabbit-bird-turtle-horse-rabbit:

rabbit, for a quick opening of the chakra

bird, for the flight away from the affecting chakra

turtle, to slow the senses to ease the flight away

horse, to quickly bring them back just-in-case

and then rabbit again, for quick release and closing of the seal.

It doesn't make any sense, probably, since I don't know if these are real seals or secondary and ternary meanings, etc. But it was a dream, what can I say?