I'm back! Sorry everyone, let me explain! Um, I got back from vacation... and I've been busy babysitting and doing people's dirty work for them. So, please! Spare me! I'll upload much faster than this! *gets pelted with kunai and shuriken* Okay, okay, I promise! Um, ^_^U Enjoy!

"Augh…"

Sasuke's eyes reluctantly opened and filled with the light of day. It was strange as he thought he was in his own room, but it was usually dark with a single candle dimly illuminating it.

But next to his bed, there was a window. A very blurry window.

Where am I? Sasuke sat up, wondering what the hell had happened the previous night. He couldn't see anything very clearly, but he knew that he was in a very unfamiliar place.

He was in an unfamiliar bed that was pressed into a corner of what looked like a blood red wall. He couldn't anything else about this unfamiliar room, as his vision was so terrible. It was very aggravating.

Sasuke stumbled out of the unfamiliar bed and ran into a large, black contraption. A dresser? He looked at the top and squinted at the items on it. Although he still couldn't see well, he could tell that he was looking at two picture frames, and something small and cylindrical.

Absolutely puzzled of what was going on, Sasuke turned around and ran his fingers through his long hair.

Wait… Long hair?

His hair was all the way down to his shoulders somehow, and tied back into a ponytail.

"Wha-what the…?" This is soo a dream. It's not real… But what in the name of hell is going on?

Beginning to feel rather frustrated, Sasuke suddenly stumbled into something glass. He hit his head on whatever it was and heard a large shatter.

"OUCH!" He put his hand to the top of his head, which was now running with warm, red blood. What had he just run into?

Nervous, the young Uchiha slowly rotated back around, until he saw it. Even with his poor vision, there was no doubt that this was a mirror.

It was merely cracked, but none of the glass had fallen out. The blurry room reflected back through the mirror, with a figure standing right in the middle of it all. Was it Sasuke? It didn't look like him…

The Uchiha jumped, and the figure did the same. He waved at the figure with his right hand, and the figure mirrored it. No doubt it was Sasuke. But there definitely WAS something different about it.

Long hair, for one. As he stepped closer to the shattered mirror, he saw red eyes, Akatsuki-patterned PJ's, and pronounced creases underneath his eyes. He looked just like… like…

The young man was stunned, not believing what he was seeing. This absolutely HAD to be a dream. A very bad dream. He would wake up soon, and everything would be just the way it was before. Yeah… he would be back in the lair with Orochimaru and Kabuto, trying to avoid Konoha, and plotting to kill his brother. It would be just how it should be…

Until a sharp pain ran through his left arm.

"Augh," he said, looking down. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, his eyes were cured, and everything was perfect and clear, just as it should be. But the first thing he saw as he looked down was a small, mischievous redhead.

"Aname," he muttered, narrowing his fixed eyes.

"You're not dreaming, dear," she said, her eyes strangely glowing red. "I had to prove my point of being an angel. And also, I had to teach you and your brother a lesson." Aname tore her serious gaze away from Sasuke's, and at the shattered mirror, with blood running down it from Sasuke's head. "Take another look in the mirror." Her eyes followed all the cracks, which were disappearing with her gaze, until it was once again, a perfectly smooth, clean surface. The little, serious young women looked back at Sasuke and narrowed her eyes. "I dare you!"

"Hmph," replied Sasuke, his usual reply, before cautiously turning back towards the mirror.

Long, lighter black hair that was tied back, wearing Akatsuki-patterned PJ's, and red, intense sharingan eyes. This wasn't Sasuke, but he knew exactly who he was looking at. The man that he hated with all his heart, that he lived for, so he could someday slaughter him. He was an S-Ranked criminal from Konoha, and one of the best shinobi in the ninja world (although Sasuke wouldn't admit this to himself, as he was quite convinced that he was much better).

"Aname," Sasuke said, "what the hell is happening to me?" The Uchiha was clearly panicked.

Aname furrowed her brow, unsympathetically. "I told you, I had to teach you and your brother a little lesson. So, Sasuke. Just guess where Itachi is."

Itachi, being even more clever than his younger brother, thought of this weirdness as some type of trick jutsu. No way is this jerk any angel, he thought about the creepishly smug redhead that had to have done this to him.

Itachi had sat by the pond the whole night, wondering if this odd jutsu would wear off that night or not. But once he had fallen into a dreamless sleep for a few hours, then woke up at the break of dawn, nothing had changed. He was still… Sasuke.

The Uchiha pondered for a long time. He had NEVER heard of any jutsu as mad as this. So… What was it, anyways? Some ninja DID have their own special jutsu, so maybe this… Aname THING… had invented it herself.

"Sasuke-kun? What are you doing out here?"

Ew, that voice sounded disgustingly familiar. Former Akatsuki member…

Orochimaru.

Slowly, Itachi rotated his head, so that he could see the pasty-white pedophile staring at him. All that was on the Uchiha's mind was running over and tearing Orochimaru's head off rather violently. Hey, good idea. He was getting weaker, anyways. There wasn't much time before he needed a new vessel, which was Sasuke's body (no shit).

As Itachi stood up, he thought to himself, Okay, if I run at him really fast, I should be able to just—

"Orochimaru," came Sasuke's voice. Itachi was all of a sudden speaking, like he couldn't control it. He tried to move his feet, but they wouldn't budge. Orochimaru stood before him, that sickening smile on his face.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell me why you're here and not in your room?" The greasy-black-haired man questioned.

Itachi felt panicked as words kept on rolling out of his mouth (well, I guess Sasuke's mouth, actually) that he couldn't stop. "I was training. And you don't have to follow me everywhere I go. It's… weird."

"Hmm…" The pedophile looked rather pleased. "Well, why don't I train with you down at the dojo?"

The Uchiha shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm nearly out of chakra." And then, Sasuke's feet began moving. Was Sasuke still in his own body? And Itachi was merely a prisoner inside?

He pushed past the ugly snake-man, and to Itachi's surprise, Orochimaru's hideout was just through the trees beyond the small millpond.

Goddammit! Why didn't I see that before? It would have prevented poor Itachi the discomfort of all the poky sticks and rough grass.

AUGH! He wanted to scream.

"AUGH!" Sasuke screamed. "Aname, where are you!"

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This chick was SO not an angel.

Sasuke was standing in the middle of his older brothers room, inhaling and exhaling rather loudly. All he knew was that this wasn't a dream. This was real. He had pinched, slapped, and banged himself against the wall several times (in a way, it felt good, seeing as he was in Itachi's body, which he was abusing :D). But nothing had changed. He was still in Itachi's room in his body…

Which really sucked.

Poor Kisame was in the wrong place at the wrong time as he knocked on the door before opening it, to Itachi's room, big happy smile on his face and a chocolate cake. "Hey, Itachi. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and all. I made you this cake—"

Sasuke grabbed a pillow off of Itachi's bed and chucked it across the room at the tall blue man, hitting him directly in the face. "LEAVE!" Sasuke angrily commanded.
It was as if someone had taken a rag and washed Kisame's goofy grin off his face. His expression changed instantly to irritated as he dropped his creation of a cake.

"Well, rawr, then!" Kisame stated angrily. "It must be THAT time of the month."

Kisame didn't get another word in before the insane Uchiha chucked his brothers lamp, which also hit Kisame directly in the nose. But of course, this hurt even worse than the pillow.

"OUCH! GODDAMMIT, OKAY! I'M F*CKIN' LEAVING, WOMAN!"

The Hoshigake slammed Itachi's door, and Sasuke could hear his quick footsteps running away, and his faint voice, screaming : "Leader-sama! Itachi is PMSing!"

Sasuke snorted, absolutely livid. He wanted to shred this Aname into microscopic pieces, but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he wanted to destroy the world, he was so furious. But… he couldn't. His main focus was to kill Uchiha Itachi. And he only had one idea on how to do it in the current situation.

If I'm in Itachi's body, then all I have to do is stab him in the heart RIGHT NOW. I don't care if I die, just as long as Itachi's dead, everything is fine by me.

Sasuke smirked to himself. "Now, then," he said out loud. "Where does Itachi keep his weapons?"

Um, yeah I've decided to name my chapters, as to not get them mixed up with my other story chapters. And sorry I ended it so soon, and all. I just thought that that was a good ending, and I wasn't sure what else I could add ^_^U Plus, you know. The sooner the better ^^ I'm very sorry-

Kisame: Sorry? SORRY! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME IN THIS CHAPTER!

Me: Well, not everyone's life is all flowers and butterflies, now, is it?

Kisame: I hate flowers and butterflies.

Me: Well, SORRY I'm not perfect. Sheesh. Maybe it's THAT TIME OF THE MONTH!

Kisame: Hey, shut the hell up!

Me: Okay, I'm done here.