AN: Sasuke's a little ooc, but you'd be ooc if you woke up in a different body then you're own. Italics are either sounds or thoughts, or dream dialogue

(Sakura) "Once in awhile when I wake up, I find myself crying."

(Sasuke) "The dream I must've had I can never recall. But…"

(Sakura) "But... the sensation that I've lost something lingers for a long time after I wake up."

(Sasuke) "I'm always searching for something, for someone."

(Sakura) "This feeling has possessed me I think, from that day…"

(Sasuke) "That day when the stars came falling. It was almost as if…"

(Sakura) "As if... a scene from a dream. Nothing more, nothing less…"

(speaking in unison) "than a beautiful view."

- and your name is? -

Sasuke-kun. Sasuke-kun!

Don't you remember me?

My name is…

Sakura

Bzz bzz.

The chirp of his morning alarm threw itself into Sasuke's ears, reverberating around his brain for a few seconds before retreating and leaving him in blissful silence. He settled back into the bed, assuming that that was the end and he could go back to sleep-

Bzz bzz.

There it was again.

Sasuke stirred, trying to hopelessly pull his head away from the incessant, overly cheerful ringing, accidentally moving his face into the path of the sunlight streaming through his bedroom window. He'd never been able to sleep well past sunrise. Fuck, Sasuke groaned internally, all hopes of being left to sleep in peace draining away. Aniki probably wanted him up soon anyways, to make breakfast so he could get out the door in time to meet Suigetsu on his way to class. More like, Suigetsu would find a way to meet him. Annoying stalker of a friend.

Eyes still closed, he fumbled around blindly, somehow managing to get the alarm turned off

Well, now's as good of a time as any to get up. He pulled his fingertips to his closed eyes, rubbing away the dried tears so Sasuke could slowly blink his eyes open.

What the- He paused for a moment.

The hands that touched his face were petal soft, the skin smooth and unblemished. The nails were formed perfectly into smooth ovals, no trace of the years of callouses and destruction he'd done to his own through basketball. Sasuke yanked them away from his face and inspected them.

Those were not his hands.

Am I dreaming?

He lifted his gaze from the gentle, feminine palms and to his surroundings, pushing himself up off the bed to look around. A pallet on the floor, golden sunlight streaming in through a rice paper covered sliding door, dark wooden beams, and... a girl's school uniform hanging in the corner?

Holy shit.

Sasuke's face settled into a slight frown. He felt off balance the moment he'd sat up. His ego would never let him hear the end of it if Sasuke so much as balance checked himself against a wall. Sasuke didn't lose his balance. He just didn't. There was something-

Ah, that was it. A pair of... boobs?

Sasuke had boobs. On his chest. Attached to his chest

What the… fuck?

He poked one experimentally, the reality of the room, the pink nightgown that had slipped off one shoulder, the crisp mountain air, so unlike the sharp breeze that wafted through Oto, not yet registering in Sasuke's mind. Without so much as a second thought, his hands went to the chest, grasping the girl's breasts firmly, Sasuke viewing the world around him with his Uchiha patented blend of clinical detachment and uninterested curiosity. They jiggled, just like he would expect any other pair of boobs to.

In fact, they felt rather nice. Soft, plush, full in his now feminine hands.

What a realistic dream.

Sasuke gently squashed them, then again. The sensation was not uncomfortable, and the novelty of having grown a pair of breasts hadn't yet worn off. It was a dream right? It didn't matter what he did.

It certainly felt real. The smooth skin felt real, the hair tickling his neck felt real, the smell of rice wafting through the feminine yet a few years outdated room was real-

The door slammed open.

A young, preteen, blonde girl stood in the doorway. She paused for a moment, staring at Sasuke. It was a dream. If he ignored her, she'd go away.

"Sis, what are you doing?" Her sharp, judgemental voice cut through the haze of Sasuke's still sleepy mind.

Tch, Sasuke thought. Annoying. He angled his body away from the girl, still experimentally prodding the breasts attached to him.

"Hn. How realistic…" he murmured, looking down into the gaping neckline of the nightgown.

A moment later, her words registered in his ear. "What are you talking about? 'Sister'?"

The young girl's ponytail bounced with the force of the scoff she sent his way. "Are you half asleep? Breakfast! Hurry up." She punctuated her angry words with the slamming of the screen door.

Sasuke quickly pushed himself off the pallet, almost stumbling over his now slender legs in his haste to get to the mirror he spotted, just across the room. He managed to keep himself upright, still adjusting to balancing on top of the small feet Sasuke had seemingly grown (or shrunk) overnight.

The disorientation frustrated him even more. By the time he could get his eyes to focus on the mirror, the nightgown had slipped off, displaying…

A nearly naked female body? That was his own? With pink hair?

"What."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"