Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are Masashi Kishimoto's.

Summary: One day Sasuke finds himself three years in the past. Unable to go home, he stays, following young Naruto's every move with an unhealthy obsession, forgetting all about his own younger self… NaruSasu, (SasuSasu), WNB psychological


Prologue - Is he dreaming?

Sasuke lies on his bed, staring at the roof of the Uchiha mansion. He is awake, but he hasn't moved and inch for half an hour. His head feels like it is going to shatter into pieces if he dares to move it, and his limbs feel heavy and saggy.

To say it shortly, Uchiha Sasuke is sick. He had got himself a fever a few days ago when he hadn't taken good care of himself. After coming back from an exhausting mission he hadn't listened to Sakura's advice of resting but had immediately gone sparring. Well, he had overestimated his power and had fainted to the training field. Good thing Sakura had told Naruto to be there to watch over him.

So now Sasuke has to pay for his miscalculating and stay in bed for two or more days. Gladly Naruto and Sakura and even Kakashi are kind enough to come and help and keep company to him no matter how much of an ass he might be to them.

But like he had done earlier, with not at all good results, he underestimates his need of rest and tries to stand up. 'Tries' being the key word, because as soon as his burning hot skin has contact with the cold floor and he tries to put all weight on his trembling legs he realizes this was no good idea at all. And that's mainly all of his thoughts before he blacks out and falls to the floor.


Bright sunlight shines through a window and shines upon a young man lying on the floor. The man twitches and opens his eyes slowly, blinking them heavily many times before they stay open.

Sasuke looks at the roof of the Uchiha house, breathing heavily. He turns to his left side and stands slowly up, holding his head in his hand. He moans quietly as he sits onto the bed behind him. After his mind has cleared he lays himself to the bed, his hand stretched in front of him, lying halfly on the thin pillow.

Sasuke should now only rest and not move at all, as he had already seen what had happened when he had only tried to stand up. But he really does not feel as tired as he should feel.

Sasuke stares at the wall long before him. He blinks once and looks at the bed where he is laying on.

The covers of the bed are folded neatly over the bed.

Sasuke pushes himself slowly up to have a good look around the room. The window, floor, table and chair are all the same. It really is his room.

But if he had fainted right after he had come out of bed, who had come to his room to put his covers on place but had left him laying on the floor?

Sasuke stands up and turns to smooth the covers before leaving the room, watching out for intruders. There is something eerie about all this.

The door opens with no sound and Sasuke checks out the area for anyone before he steps out and closes the door again. He is in the hall of the Uchiha household, but it is not like when he had last seen it. The wallls should be the colour of light lilac from the time when Sasuke had been assigned to a solo mission and Sakura and Naruto along with the late come help of Kakashi had decided to cheer him up a bit and had painted the walls of the hall lilac. Sakura had even painted there some cherry blossoms with a darker shade to always remind Sasuke of her.

But the walls Sasuke now sees are white and flaky. Just like they had been for god knows how long until Sakura and Naruto had removed it from the way of the lilac painting.

Sasuke stares at the hall. It is empty, completely empty, except for a lonely chair standing there. The chair shouldn't be there. Sasuke had moved it elsewhere a long time ago. Instead there should be a drawer and a mirror hanging on the wall and a small shelf on the floor for shoes.

Sasuke's eyes are wide as he stares around. His heart beats rapidily and he turns to open the door to the kitchen. But he never even manages to step into the kitchen, because he stops in the doorway and only stares, his eyes big and horrified.

The kitchen is clean, which it shouldn't be, because Naruto was the last one to visit him before he fainted and he had cooked for Sasuke. Knowing Naruto he wouldn't have cleaned the kitchen this well.

He couldn't possibly have cleaned it to look like it had looked a long time ago.

Sasuke leans his head against the doorway. Is he dreaming? Or is this genjutsu? But how could it be? How could anyone have examined the Uchiha house so well it looks precisely like it had looked when Sasuke was sixteen?

Sasuke breathes sharply. "Release!" he shouts out, his voice echoing eerily in the empty kitchen, but nothing happens. "Release!" he tries again, this time with more chakra. Nothing happens. The kitchen is as eerie and quiet as before.

Sasuke turns around and closes the kitchen door. He breathes slowly and deeply to calm himself down. This must be a dream. Just a dream.

But even if Sasuke would like to believe it is a dream, he doesn't really believe it himself. How could any dream be this real and detailed? How could any dream feel this agonizing?

Sasuke walks briskly but quietly to the far part of the house, to the store room. No matter if this is a dream or not, he would prepare well for anything.

Sasuke slows his pace as he nears the store room's door. He steadies his breath. The door is the colour of a faded mahogany. It is just like it had been years ago.

Sasuke encourages himself and opens the door.

The room is quiet and dark. A thick layer of dust is covering every visible inch of the room. Sasuke walks in and leaves the door open. He couldn't breathe otherwise.

All the weapons, most of them with the familiar crest on them, lie there long forgotten. After the massmurder Sasuke had stepped here for the first time at the age of seventeen.

So if this really is what he thinks it is, he can walk freely in the room, leaving footprints everywhere in the thick dust. He wouldn't come here in a year or more.

Sasuke lands his hand onto a katana near the doorway. He knows it. It is the katana he chose as his own when he first came here to have a look around. It has followed him everywhere ever since, and has yet got no more than a few scratches on its scabbard.

Sasuke pulls the katana to himself and embraces it. It is the only source of security in this insane situation.

Time seems to not have moved at all as Sasuke only stands there holding his beloved katana, but he knows he has to hurry. He could come home any moment.

Sasuke walks further into the room, leaving his footprints to show his way. He doesn't care, because he knows he won't come here. And even if he would, Sasuke would be far away already.

Sasuke opens a trunk slowly, frowning at the creak coming from it. Once it is completely open, Sasuke looks at the dark red fabric covering the contests of the trunk. He removes it and touches the perfectly made kunais that he knew would be under the silk.

But Sasuke does not take the kunais yet. He stands up and looks around in the store room, trying to remember where everything is. He turns around on his heels to a shelf full of different kinds of weapon holsters and backpacks. His hand stops right before the shelf as he freezes on the spot to listen.

Had someone come in?

He sharpens his senses, standing at the same position for a time that feels like two hours to him, but finally he blinks his dry eyes and takes a deep breath. He moves his hand and takes a weapon holster, a backpack and a belt with two holsters attached to it.

Then he bent and opens a drawer under the shelf. His moves are already sure and he moves with confidence, like he has been here many times.

Sasuke takes out three rolls of bandages and puts them into his backpack. Then he closes the drawer and opens another under it. His moves are getting quicker as he takes out a pair of long gloves, puts them on and closes this drawer too. Then he turns around to the trunk full of weapons.

Quicky but carefully Sasuke starts choosing out weapons to fill his holster and backpack with. He decides to take only the basic weapons, because he really hopes he won't need even them at all.

Finally Sasuke has taken as much as he can carry, and he puts his belt on but leaves the holster in his backpack for now. He is going to stand up, but he stops in the middle of the move. He takes the dark red silk that was covering the weapons and takes his sweet time to tie it onto his head in order to cover his hair. It would reveal him too easily.

Then Sasuke closes the trunk and stands up. He takes one turn to his right and takes a black cape out of a shelf, then leaves the storeroom.

He wipes the dust from his shoes before he steps out and closes the door. Silently but quickly he walks to the front door and stops, sharpens his senses to find out if anyone is too close. But he senses no one, so he opens the door and jumps with a few great leaps to the wall surrounding the Uchiha household.

He turns to give a long look to the silent, dead looking Uchiha household, then to the lively village on the other side of the wall. He smiles softly, then jumps to the woods and runs far away from his home.


A/N: So, this fic tells the story of Sasuke, when one day he faints and finds himself three years in the past. As he realizes it is no illusion, he has to accept it and live under a false identity, but it is not easy with Naruto so close and still so far, and the young Sasuke gazing at him every time they meet...

As the plot of this fic is just Sasuke's stay in the past, I'll try to portray Sasuke's inner world and thoughts properly, because they are the idea of this fic. That is why I put the 'WNB psychological' to the summary.

If you read this far, feel free to leave a comment; how you liked this prologue and was it really confusing.