Chapter Summary: Sasuke has no plan, no shirt, and no idea whats going on, but he does have two arms?


Sasuke woke up because he smelled his favorite detergent on his pillow. For just a brief moment, he enjoyed the scent before hastily sitting up. He hadn't fallen asleep on a pillow, he had slept on the ground, sitting down, keeping watch over his camp site. He had been alone on a mission, but now he was in a bedroom he didn't recognize. He looked around, taking in as much as he could, his hands instinctively went to his face and that's when he screamed.

He had two hands.

He inspected it as thoroughly as he could.

It was his.

Definitely his, but there was a healed wound on the arm he had once lost, and several minor scars he couldn't recognize.

He got out of the bed and turned on his sharingan. There was no genjustu. Nothing out of the ordinary. No chakra. None at all except for his own.

That made him worry.

He looked around the room that he was in. It seemed innocent enough. Without bothering to get a light, Sasuke raced out of the room to explore. There was an open-concept kitchen, living room, and a washing machine tucked away to the back. From his bedroom door he could see a bolted door, a small living room and a balcony. It was a small place, but it was miles better than his current living situation. He walked silently across the apartment, his barefoot steps making no noise, not a creak. There was a dim light coming from the windows, sunrise was fast approaching.

He didn't know where he was, but he didn't care to find out.

He made his way across the small apartment, opened up the balcony, and peered out. His eyes widened in shock. There were strange contraptions on paved roads. He further scanned and saw a man sleeping on cardboard. Once again, he ran a hand through his hair and analyzed the situation. He didn't know where he was. He didn't sense any immediate danger, but something told him he had to get out of there—and fast.

Without bothering to look through the apartment for shoes or for a shirt, Sasuke stood on the rail and peered around.

"Hey! Don't do it!" The voice of the man that had been across his balcony rang out. He was no longer asleep and he was looking right at Sasuke.

Almost on impulse alone, Sasuke jumped down and landed on his feet. The man, directly across the street from him, stared at him in wide-eyed shock. He shook his head no, and when Sasuke attempted to walk towards him, the man stood up and ran in the opposite direction.

Sasuke slightly turned his head to the side and watched as the man ran. He considered going after him, but something told him that he'd be no help in this situation. Instead, he focused his chakra at his feet, shot up once more, and started running to the roof of the various large buildings around him. Because of the man's reaction, he did his best to stay concealed, minding the location that he had just come from in case he had to return.

He wasn't able to recognize anything. What was worse, he had seen flying contraptions in the sky, and none of them where the result of genjutsu. He had seen different types of transportation devices, and the closest he could make them out to be was a form of individual trains. After hours of searching, walking endlessly through roads that all looked the same, he settled on returning to the building where he had woken up. His shoulders were burning from the sun, and his feet were burning under him.

Within hours he was back in the building, but he couldn't recall which balcony was the one he had jumped out of, and opting not to alarm anyone else, he decided to sit at the roof until nightfall to inspect. His plan would have been bullet-proof, if it wasn't for a small, round man.

"Sasuke?"

He turned back to leer at the man that had just opened a door that led up to the roof. He was wearing a uniform and a large belt with a walky-talky to the side of it, a flashlight, and a whistle. Sasuke said nothing as he stared at the man.

"Sasuke, why are you up on the roof?" The man sounded genuinely worried about him, but Sasuke continued to glare at him.

This man obviously knew him, but Sasuke had never seen him before. He decided to remain silent until he could decipher whether this man was a threat or not. His stare remained fixed on him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's me! Sato! I work here." He took a hesitant step towards him. "I'm the security guard."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, but still said nothing.

"Are you okay?" The man, Sato, had finally gotten close to Sasuke. He looked at his feet and at his sun-burned body. "How long have you been out here?"

Sasuke offered him a slight shrug.

"Let's get you back to your apartment, all right? Come on." He didn't make a grab for Sasuke, and instead turned around stopping occasionally to see if Sasuke would follow. When he did, the man rushed down about two flights of stairs.

Nothing was making sense to him. He didn't even realize what was going on. He saw as Sato took him to a door. "This is your place; do you have your key?" He looked down to see that he was only wearing his pajama bottoms. "Of course, you don't." He sighed. "Let me call the landlord." He took out a sleek rectangular object from his pocket and turned on the screen. Sasuke watched as he typed in a code and then an image of children appeared as an image. Sasuke saw as man proceeded to make a call. He hadn't realized a phone could be that slim.

"Hello?" Sato was communicating with someone else.

Sasuke didn't want anyone else involved. While Sato was distracted, he pushed the door open with little use of his strength and strolled into the apartment.

"Huh? Oh… No. I'm sorry. I must have misdialed. Yes. I apologize Ms. Nekobaa. Yes. Sorry. Mmhhh. You too."

The man followed closely after Sasuke, in the daylight, Sasuke could see that the apartment was relatively empty, devoid of decorations.

Sato stared at him cautiously as Sasuke scanned the area. "Sasuke, want me to call someone for you?"

Sasuke turned around. He nodded, and then went to sit at a chair in the kitchen.

"Do you know where you left your phone?"

Sasuke shook his head no. Suddenly, a beeping noise was heard, Sasuke shot out of his seat and rushed toward the bedroom where, on a desk, he saw a screen flash.

Sato picked up the phone. The phone was locked, no image displayed except for the time—it was past 6PM.

"Do you remember your password?" Sato handed him the phone. Sasuke frowned. He didn't know of a password, but once he had the phone in his hand a vision surged into him.

He was at a store, alone, and he gave the clerk a cellphone, just as thin as Sato's, with a shattered screen. He could see himself and the man talking, he was clearly annoyed, and as if on cue the man produced a new one. Sasuke walked out of the store, and while standing outside of there, he opened up a screen and input 6 numbers. They were nonsensical. He didn't use anyone's birthday, nothing special, so he promised to commit the number to memory.

869032.

He input the number and suddenly the screen turned on and an image of him and Naruto shone through.

His frowned deepened. No, that couldn't be Naruto. Naruto had slightly longer hair, he didn't have a bandage around his arm, and he looked too slim. He had both arms up making peace signs with a big stupid grin and Sasuke was next to him, unsmiling. They were wearing identical black gowns and stupid hats.

Sato extended his hand out for the phone, and Sasuke hesitantly gave it to him. "You can go ahead and lay down Sasuke, I'll get someone here quickly."

Sato took the device and left the room, closing the door behind.

"Hello? I'm calling from Sasuke Uchiha's apartment complex. He's not hurt, but I think someone should come and see him."

Sasuke didn't know who it could be—he assumed he was going to call Naruto, but the voice on the other end of the phone had him enter a mode of panic.

"I'm on my way. Thank you for calling."

It was his brother.


NOTE: Romance isn't the main focus of the story, but there is a M/M relationship.