AN: The events in this Fan Fic will crossover ever so slightly with the manga Brave 10, which is in the same setting. Because it's only a passing cross over and none of the characters from Brave 10 will actually have a role in this fanfic and will be only mentioned in passing(except one or two) I will not place this fanfic in the crossover category. However I am obligated to mention this and say that I have no claim to the Brave 10 series or any of its characters. Though I do recommend you read it. It's an awesome manga and anime.

Yume

I was so blind…how could I have missed it?

Eleventh Dream

When did it begin? These strange feelings of mine? The ones I don't fully understand? The ones I must hide. When did she first ensnare me with those deep dark green eyes?

Was it when I first found her in that forest? All those months ago, the moment I saw her sleeping in those strange clothes, vulnerable to anyone who would have come across her. Is that when the protectiveness began?

When did I begin to admire her strength? Was it when her arm was broken and she didn't cry? Was it when she spoke afterwards in anger or when I heard from Konohamaru how she fearlessly defended me from the damn Hyuugas' slander?

And now, how she would return day after day to a place she feared and conquer that fear?

And yet she was alone, crying…

Sasuke resisted the urge to slap his face. Fuck. He was not a poet damnit! To be this far out of character just showed how much he had been rattled by his…revelation.

Sasuke was back at what's-his-names mansion up in a tree after he had run away from Sakura. Run away, Uchiha's don't run away… more like…needed to return to his mission…right. Excuses.

He closed his eyes and thumped his head back on the tree trunk. Hard. What was he thinking? A man like him was not meant for things like love.

He wasn't meant for anything really, other then death. He had a glimmer of hope that was dashed away in the next second. Typical. Though he supposed it was thanks to that glimmer he realized a couple new things about himself.

'Yeah…thanks,' he thought viscously. 'I could have done without that.'

First of all, he learned he now had a weakness. Fuck. Uchiha's didn't have weaknesses. None. Especially not him!

Second, he was very good at denial.

Third, he was capable of caring about someone enough to die for. Not helpful since he didn't want to die, he had something he had to do no matter what after all and he couldn't protect her if he was dead…a bit of a contradiction there. Sasuke ignored it and continued analyzing the situation.

Fourth, he wasn't nearly strong enough to help her, that was made clear with the coming of her Anchor, the kage, the shadow who ever the hell he was.

Fifth and final epiphany, he couldn't do a damn thing about it. That's the one that hurt the most. No matter what he felt, if the shadow man was here or not, he could never act on his newfound emotions. She wasn't from this world. One day, she would go home leaving him behind. What future was there with that? Did he even have a future?

He thought for a moment. Nope. Better make that number six.

He stood up and began a patrol, leaping from tree to tree as a silent shadow. He needed to think of something else. Like his job.

Tomorrow he had an annoying duty, the lord he was protecting had been summoned to a tea party or what ever it was, held by Tokugawa. Not that Sasuke gave a damn but he had heard that many of the most important district lords had been summoned and he was eager to gather information for Konoha, anything to take his mind off…other issues.

There were two Lords in particular he was to pay attention too, the rivals Date Masamune and Sanada Yukimura. Sasuke flipped from a branch and landed on the roof of the mansion. There had been rumours that Tokugawa was unpopular with the mass nobility, since the death of Hideyoshi, the man had styled himself as the next shogun, no one was happy about that and there have been rumours of resistance.

The ninja of Konoha were loyal to the Emperor and his family, so these politics were relevant to them as well, not as directly as others maybe, but the emperor wanted tabs on his nobles, to know when he can make his move… Sasuke frowned, he didn't like this. It all seemed…he couldn't put his finger on it.

A girls' ecstatic yell distracted him from his train of thoughts. He ducked down to make himself scarce and crawled into the shadows to peer out into the street. An odd party was passing, three of them seemed normal, but one man had bright red hair and a tattoo around his eye, another was a walking mountain and a girl with blue hair and an ornate hair pin was passing below. Sasuke activated his Sharingan and studied the group. Two he noticed right away were ninja, and a strange power, dark and menacing seemed to emanate in stark contrast from the giddy bright girl, these people held his attention but for a moment. The man riding in the middle of the party held his attention.

It surprised Sasuke, to see a Lord traveling with such a small and normal looking retinue. But then, it did fit Sanada Yukimura's personality and reputation. One of the two men he had been asked to observe has arrived, and Sasuke doubted that Date would be far behind. He continued to observe the party until they were out of sight before continuing with his patrol; there was nothing he could do about this now. But the gathering was tomorrow and then his time guarding this moron came to an end and he could take Sakura and leave. He couldn't wait.

Sakura felt a sense of impending doom. The dread was pressing down on her and supressing her spirits. She couldn't help but brood over the events of the previous day, Sasukes sudden coldness and then the visions… she felt a shiver crawl up her spine. Why did they seem connected?

A jabbing pain lanced through her head behind her eyes. With a wordless cry Sakura doubled over clutching her head. Again the fire, and the Shadow man fighting a doomed battle. Everything went black, yellow mocking eyes that sent shivers down her spine. The blood red sunset and a silhouette with equally blood red eyes, shadows dancing at his feet.

Sakura gasped but when she opened her eyes she was no longer in the temple.

She placed a hand to her forehead and sat up in the empty black plane that she had come to call the Dreamscape. She looked around and saw the usual endless volume of starless night sky. It had been her first time here in months.

'Not even a souvenir? I'm hurt' came a familiar voice from behind her. Sakura turned and was unsurprised to see Madara.

'I'm sorry?' she asked, standing up, noticing that she wore just a plain white yukata, like the last time she was here.

'It's been a long time since I've been in Kyoto,' Madara replied, 'longer then you realize. I found that each time I went, I discovered something new.' He looked at her suddenly, his eyes searching, 'have you found anything, Sakura?' Sakura tightened her lips, the witches warning still fresh in her mind even after weeks.

'Nothing,' she muttered trying to look as innocent as possible. Madara didn't look convinced at all.

'I see,' he said without emotion, 'that's disappointing.' He turned away from her and began to walk away, cautiously Sakura began to follow. No matter how much she was wary of her companion in this strange place, he was her only ally here…for the moment.

They walked together in silence for a time Sakura trying to gage the man next to her, to see what was so dangerous about him. He looked like Sasuke, she thought, not for the first time. Similar hair and facial features and almost identical eyes.

'You seem deep in thought,' Madara said, suddenly breaking her from her reverie.

Startled, Sakura said the first thing that came to her mind, 'You look like someone I know.' She immediately grimaced. Madara smirked.

'I have no doubt. Your companion happens to be a descendent of mine,' he replied casually.

'You mean Sasuke?' Sakura blurted out again before she could stop. Madara's smirk got wider.

'Yes, is that his name?' he looked thoughtful, 'Interesting.'

'Is it?' Sakura asked, curious by his choice of words.

'You are not the first Seer I have met my dear,' Madara said quietly, 'When I was still alive in the mortal world I received a prophesy, the only thing she said was that my descendent would receive my power and his name.'

'Your power…'

'My eyes,' Marada whispered and he turned towards her, 'and the curse that follows them.'

Sakura gasped as she stared into blood red eyes.

End of chapter

A short one this time. :P hope you don't mind the cross over, to be honest it won't have that much impact on the story, but it's helpful.