Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto, however all creative liberties belong to me. The fiction story line is purely mine, and views on what characters look like (such as hair or eye) is also mine.
Authors Note: If you've yet to learn about Sasuke's brother and their past, this is not a fic for you. Do not read it as there are some spoilers within. Please note that all postings by myself are in semi-AU form. Thank you!

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Itachi groaned as he sat up in bed, raven black hair glossy in the stray moonlight gazing down upon him through the wide open window. Warm summer air blew into the home causing the curtains to flutter in the breeze, slender tree branches had shadows wriggling upon the wall. On the floor were strewn clothes, a jacket of black on the outside with red clouds and a smooth red lining on the inside, a dark gray shirt hung off the side of the bed that had been removed in the hot night. Trousers covered the seat of a desk chair, conical straw hat displaced under the bed. Itachi's fists rubbed his eyes, fingertips removing the sleep from aside the bridge of his nose. Deep seeded lines creased as he squinted and blinked in the dim light, red eyes opening fully after some time to look upon the messy room.

This wasn't his room.

Blinking again Itachi hoped to wake, but he already was, at least in this world. Brows furrowing in the usual anger he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, however, he fell immediately to his knees upon letting out a guttural groan after stepping on something. Looking behind him he saw it was a dull edged kunai. He knew it, far too well, and his head started to pulse with pain as his memory bank flooded with thoughts of his little brother. Clenching his teeth in agony his elbows slammed into the wood floor as he leaned forward, curling up, hoping to push the images away.

"Itachi! Itachi!"

"Get out of my head." Itachi said as he slowly got to his feet, the right one bleeding from the prick of the weapon on the padding of his sole. His eyes looked around, ragged, hoping to find something to make it stop. Anything. But there was nothing to protect him from the images that stampeded into his minds eye, all the images of Sasuke looking up at Itachi with hopeful eyes. Itachi saw himself shun the boy away and go on with his work, and then as suddenly as the painful sight barraged against him they were gone. Silence fell upon the room and it was worse than the remembrances of Sasuke.

Taking some steps away from the bed, Itachi looked around the small room. It was the younger Uchiha's room from long, long ago. He went to the window, the sights outside the same as he knew they would be. This was some kind of illusionary jutsu? Itachi didn't remember getting into a fight, and certainly not with anyone who could perform this attack. A dream? No… he hadn't fallen asleep, not to his recollection anyhow. This was very, very strange.

"Itachi?" the voice was small, it came from behind. Itachi spun around, glossy black hair flying out before lapping against his forehead and over his eyes. No one.

"Who's here?" he asked, walking toward the bedroom entrance. There was still no one around, just more silence so quiet it was deafening. Something was wrong here.

Itachi mulled over the problem a moment in the bedroom before deciding to see if this was actually his old house. Stepping through the doorway and into the hall he found himself falling, but stopped with a thud as he fell to the wall which was now the floor. A framed photograph on the wall cracked as he crashed into it, glass breaking and cutting into his skin. It hardly bothered him, passing it off as a pinprick as he rolled onto his rear and looked up at the bedroom which had once been behind him. Now it was above him, had the entire house just tilted?

Apparently so, for all the rooms around him were also on their side, the right half of the house now the floor. Itachi shook his head and stood up, sighing slightly as he got to his feet. Blood dripped onto the image once hidden behind glass and he entered the kitchen. Again the house shifted, this time onto it's left half. However, the Uchiha murderer was somewhat prepared and caught himself by grabbing the window sill.

"This is wrong." he murmured to himself, the room now also void of color and left in only black and white. Just like the photo he'd crushed, monochromatic in color from whites to black and all the gray in between. Dropping to the "floor" Itachi stood on a cabinet and looked around the room, deciding on what he should do. He came to the conclusion that no matter where he went the house would turn one way or another as soon as he stepped through and entry way. Looking up at the window he vaguely pondered if he could climb out it and end this nightmare.

"Itachi." Again the voice echoed but no one was there. This time the brother knew it was Sasuke. With his young sibling haunting him like this he would never climb the cliff and return to normalcy. But was normalcy really something any ninja had? Probably not.

"Sasuke. Where are you?" Itachi called, jumping over the stove to the opposing cupboard and standing upon that. He heard it crack and then break beneath him, quickly his feet moved to the once ceiling and counter and held him up. Looking down between his legs at the brown cupboard he saw no food inside. Rather, it was a black void of nothingness, no back to it and the space just kept on going. Lowering himself, he let his right arm hang into the rectangular space to feel frigged air swirl around. The hand moved and ripped open the unbroken door. Food.

"Their fucking with me." hissed the Uchiha angrily as he looked up at the windows. Leaping up from ceiling to floor, then back again he crossed the room in a zigzag pattern and stood on the table legs. Somehow everything by he stuck to the wooden base. Scratching at the window, he tried to pry it open. All he managed was to chip his purple nail polish in the process and swore once again.

How was he supposed to get out of this if the windows didn't even open. Of course that meant the door was stuck shut as well, he reasoned, and closed his eyes.

"Brother."

"Shut up."

"Itachi!"

"SHUT UP!" Itachi's hand balled into a fist and struck at the window, eyes still closed. He heard the sound of shattering glass and looked at the space before him. Another black void. Jumping off the table legs in annoyance he dove back into the hall, then into the entrance room. The house yet again turned, this time the floor on the ceiling, and all of it a black void. Itachi wasn't sure he wanted to find out where it went, and thus clung to the furniture over his head. His unloving heart be wildly in his chest, lungs breathing air in heavily and rapidly as he lost his cool. No, he told himself. I must stay calm, or else there is no other way out of this.