"Augh..."

Sasuke's eyes reluctantly opened and filled with the light of day. This was strange, as his room 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 had happened the previous night. For some odd reason, he couldn't see anything clearly, but he knew that he was in a very unfamiliar place.

The bed he was in was pressed into a corner of what looked like a blood red wall. He couldn't see anything else as well, since his vision was so terrible, and no matter how he blinked and rubbed his eyes, his sight never became any more clear.

Aggravated, Sasuke stumbled out of the unfamiliar bed, his head pounding, and crashed into a large, black dresser. The items on the dresser toppled over, and a small, cylindrical container tipped off the edge and rolled onto the floor. Sasuke picked it up and studied it.

Pills? He opened the lid and looked at the tiny, round black pills inside. Did I somehow get drugged?

Suddenly, Sasuke gasped. Did I have a one-night stand?

As this disturbing thought crossed Sasuke's mind, he ran his fingers through his long hair in exasperation.

Wait... Long hair?

Somehow, his hair had grown past his shoulders, and had been tied back into a ponytail.

"Wha-what the...?" And why was his voice so much deeper?

What the hell is going on? This can't be real. This has to be a genjutsu, or a dream...

Feeling rather frustrated, Sasuke stumbled dizzily back and slammed into something. As he hit his already aching head, he heard the shatter of glass.

"OUCH!" He put his hand to the back of his head, which was now running with warm red blood. Sasuke turned to grimace at the inanimate object he had run into, ready to teach it a lesson with his fist, only to see that it was a large, full-length mirror. There was a web of cracks on the surface, branching out from where Sasuke had hit his head, along with a streak of blood trickling down the surface. But that's not what caught his eye.

The reflection in the cracked mirror was not Sasuke. It was Itachi.

"Itachi," Sasuke narrowed his eyes. How had he gotten in there? "You did this!"

As Sasuke crouched, ready to fight, Itachi did exactly the same.

"Wait a second," Sasuke muttered. Something wasn't right. Sasuke stood slowly back up, watching the reflection of Itachi mimic him. Sasuke waved his right hand, and Itachi did the same. Sasuke jumped high off the ground, and Itachi still copied him exactly.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "Oppa Gangnum Style!"

Just to see what would happen, Sasuke began to gallop in place like a horse, his wrists crossed. There was NO WAY Itachi would do this,

But he was wrong. Itachi danced along with Sasuke, as though they were having some sort of dance-off.

"Oh, it is ON!" Sasuke yelled. He placed his hands on his hips and galloped to the side. As he slid back in front of the mirror, Itachi's reflection reappeared. Soon, he was full-on dancing the popular dance, Itachi doing it right along with him to the beat of the music.

Sasuke wouldn't go down like this.

Wait. Hold up. Music?!

Sasuke spun around, only to see a familiar young woman with aqua hair, standing across the room with a jukebox in hand.

When their eyes met, Amane clicked the stop button on the player. "You're not very bright, are you?"

Embarrassment forgotten, Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "You," he growled. "I remember- last night, in the forest!"

Amane frowned. "That was three nights ago. You've been out for three days. Look, I'm sorry," Amane said. "This was all an accident. It was never meant to happen. But if YOU wouldn't have been so rude, none of this would have happened!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Wow, you really aren't too bright, are you?" Amane shook her head. "I put you in Itachi's body. It's... complicated." She motioned to the mirror. "He's not in the mirror. That's your reflection. Take a better look."

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he could see clearly now (the rain is gone!), and he watched as Amane waved her hand again, fixing the shattered mirror behind him.

"You're wearing Itachi's clothes, and your hair is long," Amane said, raising an eyebrow at Sasuke. "Is this a normal thing for you to wake up to? Is that why you don't believe me?"

"Are you calling me stupid?!"

"I never said that!" Amane almost yelled back. "All I said was that you weren't very bright!"

"That's the same thing as stupid!" Sasuke yelled.

"No! I- ugh, nevermind. Just look in the damn mirror."Amane let out a frustrated huff.

Slowly, Sasuke turned back to the once again smooth surface of the mirror. There was no doubt about it- that face belonged to the one he hated most. And although it looked like Itachi, Sasuke knew that it wasn't.

Rage stabbed through Sasuke. He turned to Amane, fury written all over his face. "Where is Itachi?!" he yelled. "Answer me!"

"Where do YOU think he is, idiot?!"

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The same night the two brothers had encountered Amane, Itachi, being more clever than his younger brother, decided to attempt breaking this strange jutsu, rather than have a dance-off with his reflection.

No way this chick is any angel, he thought about the strange girl that had to have done this to him.

All through the night, Itachi had tried series of his own hand signs and jutsus, but they didn't do anything. And, being unfamiliar with his brother's body, it was much harder than it usually would have been to do any type of jutsu. Eventually, he sat down at the edge of the pond and stayed there for the rest of the night, wondering if this odd jutsu would wear off before the morning or not. But once he had fallen into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night, 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... Amane THING... had invented it herself. Perhaps he had underestimated her.

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

Ew, that voice sounded disgustingly familiar. It was a former Akatsuki member, one that had been Itachi's partner long ago.

Orochimaru.

Slowly, Itachi rotated his head to see the pasty-white freak 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, and there wasn't much time before he needed a new vessel, which was Sasuke's body.

Sasuke, this is for you! Itachi thought as he whipped a kunai from a small pouch at his waist. Soon, he was charging at the creep. Maybe he couldn't do any impressive jutsu in Sasuke's body, but at least he could still fight!

Itachi jumped up in the air, letting out a battle cry, and brought the kunai down to stab the middle of Orochimaru's white forehead.

Swiftly, Orochimaru blocked the weapon, grabbed Itachi's wrist, and thrust his favorite student to the side. Itachi collided with a tree and slumped to the ground, but instantly stood and whipped a small shuriken at Orochimaru. This was also blocked.

"Sasuke, what are you DOING?" Orochimaru furiously questioned. "I came here looking for you! You weren't in your room, and I have a whole day of training ahead." Orochimaru glared suspiciously at the man who he thought was Sasuke. "Were you planning to kill me?"

Itachi stood hunched over, panting from the short encounter. There was no possible way he could take down Orochimaru in Sasuke's body- he was too powerful.

The sick creep licked his lips with his long, snakelike tongue and smiled. "Oh, Sasuke. I sure hope not. Because if you were, then that attack sucked. Is that the worst you can do? I know you're better than that."

Itachi saw a very slight seductive gleam in his eye as he advanced, walking slowly towards him. "Come on, Sasuke," Orochimaru said. "Show me what you've got." He came closer, then crouched down, ready to fight.

Itachi was disgusted. His little baby brother was willing to stay with this creature?

"Stop!" Itachi yelled, holding up his hands. "I'm sorry for attacking. You just caught me off guard. Just... don't come any closer." Itachi winced at his weakness. He would have to destroy Orochimaru when he was back in his own body, but for the time being, he just had to worry about figuring out how to get back into his own skin. Orochimaru could wait.

The seductive look was still in Orochimaru's eyes as Itachi straightened and walked the way Orochimaru had come from. And, to his surprise, the hideout was just through the trees beyond the small millpond.

Dammit! 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.

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AUGH! Sasuke screamed. "Amane! Where are you?"

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

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

It really sucked.

Poor Kisame was in the wrong place at the wrong time as he knocked on the door. Sasuke watched the door open, without his consent, to see his brother's partner, a big happy smile on his face and a chocolate cake in his hands. "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, with one swipe, washed the goofy grin off of Kisame's face. His expression changed instantly to irritation as he dropped his creation of a cake.

"Sheesh!" Kisame stated angrily. "It must be THAT time of the month!"

Kisame didn't get another word in before the insane Uchiha got ahold of his brother's lamp on the dresser, knocking over a picture frame he hadn't paid attention to, and proceeded to throw it at Kisame. The lamp hit Kisame directly in the nose like the pillow. But, of course, this hurt even worse than the pillow.

"OUCH! OKAY, DAMMIT! I'M ****IN' 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!"

"Do you even know what PMSing is?" a deep voice called back.

The two voices faded, and soon Sasuke could no longer hear their words. He wasn't paying attention, anyhow- he was absolutely livid. He wanted to shred this Amane into microscopic pieces, but she had vanished and was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he wanted to destroy the whole world, he was so furious. But... he couldn't. His main focus was to kill his brother. 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, then the clan is avenged. Everything's fine by me.

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

Hello! Me again, with another short message.

I know what you're thinking- Sasuke was so OOC! I must tell you to expect the characters to be OOC, for the most part. This fanfiction is meant to be a fun, lighthearted story. That's hard to do when some characters can be so... emotionless. That's not a bad thing, though!

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