(Disclaimer: No.)
It's an especially quiet night. The crickets are no doubt hiding from the new November cold, leaving me alone in this silence. I turn again in my bed, so that I'm on my back, a hand resting on my stomach and another over my eyes. I don't want to dream tonight. If there was something I could do to avoid it - anything - I would. Because, when have I ever had a good dream? They all turn into nightmares.
Stop sulking, Sasuke. I tell myself. Just sleep.
So I try. I close my eyes and think of nothing.
"Brother?"
"Yes, Sasuke?"
"Will you play with me today?"
Itachi looks up from his academy books, and I know he had a test tomorrow, but I also know he's only studying for mommy. He could pass without ever even going to class!
"Okay, Sasuke," His vision slides to the left, just over my shoulder, I don't turn to see what he's looking at though. "Let's play hide-n-seek,"
I nod excitedly. It's one of my favorite games. "To 30!" I tell him before dashing off, listening to make sure he was actually counting.
"On 30," He agrees. "Don't leave the compound, and don't move until I find you!" he calls after me.
I make it to uncles house and under their porch in 23 seconds.
On 30, I hear a scream come from our house.
I just curl up and bury my eyes in my knees, not moving, even when I hear the screams continue. Because brother told me to.
I sit up in cold sweat. Again. Dammit! why?
Why would I still have nightmares? Even after 3 years?!
It's not fair.
Sliding off the bed and stepping over the tossed blankets, I move silently to my kitchen. Opening the window there I let the cool breeze wake me up fully, but it does nothing to my anger.
It burns in my stomach and makes me nauseous, makes my fists tremble.
It's not fair.
Suddenly the angers gone, and in its place is empty.
The kind of empty that is so heavy it forces me to grip the counter so I won't fall. The kind that smolders in your chest and lashes out painfully and randomly.
It's so quiet...
I can't stay here.
But I have no where to go.
The empty lashes out again, and I'm heading towards my front door to pull my shoes on.
Then I leave. I'm jumping over the empty Uchiha houses and eventually over the main gate, where a weather-worn flag hangs limply.
In the village, I can see the people, hear the murmur of voices through the walls. The empty goes away. I'm not alone any more. But the anger comes back. How annoying.
I'm running slower now. Rooftop to rooftop. I know the path I'm taking. Who I'm turning to. My face is still, because I wish it was someone else.
I duck into the building through an open hallway window, and slowly make my way one floor up an 7 doors over.
Before I knock, I compose myself, trying to force my anger into a manageable nothing. The smoldering lessens, but I can't force it to go away. I fight for control of my face, determined not to let him see how upset I am.
Then I knock.
(A/N: Eh... This isn't the best piece of writing I've done from Sasuke's point of view. And I didn't mean for the dream to be so much of the chapter. Next page is better, I promise! By the way, this is only a two-shot.)