Notes: Eh-hee. I'm glad you all liked chapter twenty four--that was one of my rare attempts of extreme fluff. I love getting comments from you all: they're so helpful! And yay for another request! I'm a tiny bit ashamed to say that I've never truly wrote something small and intimate for Sasuke and Naruto, although, I did write something along those lines in one of my other fics. But yeah, I'll try writing something convincing between these two, and hopefully, it won't come out a mess. For now, more angst. Because I just read the recent chapters of the manga. And sorry this is so short; I'll make up for it with a longer one next time, promise!
In the room of cold stone and dark corners, the familiar silhouette stood to face them.
Sasuke, what happened to you?
His eyes were blood red; the pinwheel trinity turned maliciously.
Oh my god… Is this what you've been doing for three years?
The pain came in an onslaught of memory: things once pushed far from the conscious mind, hatred and mockery and betrayal and so…much…pain…
Sasuke, no… Don't tell me you were turned into a monster…
The jeers, the stares, the shunning. Dreams held tantalizingly close and just out of reach. Falling into a whirlpool of despair, unable to hear the voices of companions now lost to time and circumstance.
I've come here to take you back. Please, Sasuke, don't deny me--come home...
A hand reached out of the darkness, and the smile that came with it was awkward and true. The-once voice fell on deaf ears but was heard with the heart:
You've been alone these past three years, haven't you? You don't ever have to be lonely again.
And the nightmare was suddenly over. The Sharingan relented and the jitsu released its hold. Black eyes that were once red and urged secretly now looked unsure and…
Come back to where you belong, and I'll always welcome you home.
A hand reached out of the darkness, and it was taken, unafraid.