A/N: Hey thanks so much for the Reviews! I really enjoy reading them! And I'm starting the habit where I actually update fast so yea. It's the least I can do.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Naruto series, Sasuke would be jumping around in a sailor girl outfit (skirt, etc) screaming he loved the world because he took way to many antidepressants.

Those Sharingan Eyes

Chapter 6: Emotion

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Sasuke bolted up into a sitting position from his position on the couch, leaning his arm on his knees, which were now brought up as he brough his other hand up to grasp the back of his neck. His breathing was slightly strained as dots of perspiration lined his forehead.

Flashback/Dream

"Sasuke-kun!" The call was slightly muffled and distorted as if some distance seperated the caller and himself. He had reached his hand for the doornob, but found there was none. Slightly leaning back he lifted up his foot before slamming it into the door; the loud cracking and splintering of the door as it caved into itself sounded in harmony with the crashing as it collided with the floor. He didn't stop in his advance as he moved into the darkness of a house, its contents and rooms parallel to that of his own. More screaming invaded his ears, and it only made his heart race more and his teeth grind together as he tried to locate its source. He couldn't sense a single trace of chakra.

He rounded each corner of the hallways and glanced upon every single room, noticing their perfect shape, foundations untouched.He continued with haste to the set of stairs that led to the last hallways and set of rooms. It was then that an overwhelming amount of chakrastunned him, he had stopped at the foot of the stairs, as he seemed to take it all in. It was the final scream that bolted him up the stairs.

He slip open the door to his room, only to find destruction. Dressers were splintered, the bed and its frame resting against the wall in an upturned posistion, the futon irreparably torn and dirtied with blood. He could hear his own slow, troubled breathing; he could feel his rapid heartbeat thumping against his chest as his deep obsidian eyes frantically looked around. The chakra he had once felt was gone. His eyes finally rested on the picture that was face down upon the floor, the shattered glass around it signifying the frame to which was broken. He slowly walked towards it, crouching down before picking the picture up. He breifly looked at the image it supplied, focusing on the pink-haired girl captured in the middle.

The slight wind that ruffled the picture, and cooled his burning skin was what transitioned his gaze to the open window, the curtains on either side dancing along with it. He slowly stood up before immediately jumping through it.

He found himself in a forest, he had paused as he looked around, slightly surprised by his sudden transport in location. He stopped, however, as he deep obsidian orbs caught sight of a speckle of blood, stained onto a drooping leaf. He looked on at the trail that seem disturbed, unnatural to the forest scenery, and he ran through it. Branches and twigs scraped against the exposed parts of his skin, providing fresh cuts, induced a mild stinging.

He stopped once again as he was met with a break in the path of the forest, two seperate paths opening up. Here the coppery smell of blood was overwhelming, tingling his nose and nauseating his stomach. He closed his eyes as he sought to regain his composure- when they opened, he was no longer at the fork in the trails, he was in a forest clearing. And he immediately spotted the body laying on the ground against a wide tree, the pink hair falling across her face.

It was then that a peircing sound stabbed at his ears as deep red sharingan invaded his view. Sasuke dropped down to his knees, a small scream tearing from his throut as his head experience a splitting pain.

"Foolish little brother."

An image kept reapearing in his mind as the words repeated themselves over and over again in his mind.

End Flashback/Dream

It wasn't the first time that he had had that dream, however, each time he progressed farther in its events- that time, was the first in which he had reached the clearing, actually seen the body, lax and motionless.

Sasuke shook his, head, closing his eyes as he let out a deep release of breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so. He was about the swing his legs over to the side of the couch when he noticed the body resting against it. He continued bringing his legs over, placing them on the open area that was not occupied. He then paused, his arms finding themselves on his knees, his hands lightly clasping together in their hanging position; his eyes transitioned down to the porcelain-like face, foundation to the pink hair that was strewn across the pillow.

An unreadable expression crossed his face as he continued to look at Sakura from his position on the couch. He let out one last sigh before standing up, and stepping over her before walking towards the open part of the wall that led to the kitchen. At the doorway, he paused, bringing up his hand to rest on the wall before it, the only thing stopping him from proceeding into the next room.

Hestill helda very unreadable facial expression as he stood there for a moment, almost tapping his foot as he seemed to contemplate something.With a sigh, he tapped his hand a bit hard on the door frame, and spun around, walking back towards the couch. He stood over Sakura with his hands in his pockets, looking at her, than looking the other way in a sort annoyance. He rolled his eyes back to her.

He kneeled down next to her small frame, sliding his arms under her before lifting her up and rising to his feet. He held her for only a moment as he gently placed her on the couch to which he had occupied. He then gazed down at her for a moment, watching as her chest rised and fell with each breath. He paused before slowly reaching his hand out to move the stray hair from her face, after, his hand seemed to recoil as he retracted it, and in one motion turned to walk away.

He walked towardsthe corner of the room whichlead to the narrow hallway leading to the front door. He paused at the corner, his deep obsidian orbs glancing at the sleeping girl on the couch before continuing his way through the hallway. He closed the door behind him as he stepped out onto Konoha's sleeping streets.

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Emerald eyes fluttered open, casting view to the plain ceiling above. They rested therea moment before transitioning to the area around her. She slowly lifted herself up into a sitting position when she realized that she was upon the couch that a certain Uchiha had been upon with recollection of her memory. Had he put her on it? How would she not have woken up?

She immediatley removed herself from the couch, standing up to look around. Now that light reverberated throughout the whole house, she could see its contents more clearly, and note the absence of Sasuke.She made her way into the kitchen, and noted how it looked like it was rarely used. Upon opening the fridge she found it equally bare and hardly occupied. A few vegetables were placed inside.

She sighed, closing the fridge. Upon opening the cabinets she found nothing.

What does he eat?

For some reason she was overwhelmed with the want to reverse the situation of the kitchen. Maybe do that as an expression of gratitude for his allowance of her presence in his home.Shepaused in her musings, her emerald gaze transitioning to look outside the small kitchen window.

She still saw no Sasuke.

Thanks for reading!

Yea lame endings are for lameos.

Sorry for the somewhatboring filler chapter,I dunno putting that in, give me some more time to get this dead brain back alive..anyone got crisco? Maybe i can squeeze my brain out through my nose and shock it with a paddle..that has no chance of causing brain damage, right?