Hello, hello, again. So did anyone miss me:o Well. France… it was a lot of fun but it was soo… HOT. 39 Celsius at it's worst… Geez… x.x we did some shopping and stuff, but, yeah. It was nice. And we saw some nice looking guys. Teehehee. And lots of Minis. You know, Mini Cooper… that car… I LOVE IT! It's just so cute. 3 Okay. Sorry. Too much blabbering.

And I have almost played Kingdom hearts 1! (Well… almost…there's still lots of things to do, but…yeah.)

Songs listened during writing:

Gackt - Redemption

Disturbed feat. Godsmack – Blood In My Eyes

Danny Elfman – This is Halloween (Ah, I am such a Halloween Town-addict!)

Krypteria – Victoriam Speramus (http/ www. youtube. com/watch?v 13FA67CzTEc&search Death20 Note20Anime just remove the spaces. Awesomeness.)

And by the way… I hope you don't murder me for putting the Sharingan here. Huh? Serious plot? Where did you goooooo? ;;;; Cough. (Sorry, Kishimoto-sama, I'm stealing your ideas again!)

'Naruto! Come quick! There's something wrong with Sasuke and I can't settle him down myself!'

What in the world did he mean by 'something wrong…' Naruto wondered, as he locked his bike and walked to the front doors and pushed them open. It had taken a little reassuring, but he had managed to make Gaara stay back with a gentle smile. Yes, his redheaded friend had wanted to come with him, just because he was worried about him. And as much as Naruto appreciated it, he was certain that Gaara shouldn't do that, Sasuke was the one thing that mattered now. The blond boy looked around him and pulled his scarf a little tighter. It wasn't that warm in this quite early Saturday morning, when Iruka's call had wakened him. If the call had been about anyone else, the tall blond would have maybe just continued sleeping, but…Sasuke was a totally different case and the raven-haired skinny boy mattered more to Naruto than he himself realized.

He couldn't help but be worried about the other boy. He went straight to the white door of that white room and knocked.

"Iruka-sensei?" He heard silent footsteps, rustling of sheets and then the door opened to reveal a worried-looking Iruka. He let Naruto to step in. As they had promised, they had kept Sasuke in the same room than before and Naruto was glad to notice that the blindfold was still gone. But what worried him now was the oxygen mask covering the lower half of Sasuke's pretty face and all those wires going from his skeleton-thin arms, making the patient seem even smaller. Naruto gazed at the dark-haired boy for a second before hurrying to his side.

Sasuke was shaking lightly and was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Naruto saw his long eyelashes flutter and saw…what? Had he really seen a glimpse of red between those eyelids?

"Yes. Red eyes. It is…the…Sharingan." Iruka's voice said next to him. Without the blond boy's knowledge, he had moved next to them. Bright blue eyes stared at him.

"It's called a bloodline limit. And because the Uchiha clan is no more, Sasuke is the only one who has it. It comes out when he's feeling some powerful feeling, like rage. I don't know exactly what it does, but I think the Uchihas knew how to control it. It gives them a greater power too. You see, Sasuke tried to break these chains again. He went totally mad about something and yelled so loud that I thought his voice would break for sure. I'm so worried about him, Naruto. And so are you, I can see it." Iruka said quietly and Naruto nodded, smiling a little. He took Sasuke's trembling hand into his own and sighed. He reached out his free hand and let his fingertips slightly touch one white cheek. Sasuke flinched and a whimper escaped from him. Naruto kneeled down next to the bed and gently, slowly caressed Sasuke's cheek, trying to calm this wounded soul, trying to chase those nightmares away with a simple, light touch. He would be certain to make sure that Sasuke would get better, that he would be able to live again. And he certainly didn't need any more nightmares about ghosts from the past. They were history now, and will stay like that.

Sasuke whimpered again and suddenly, his eyes were wide open. But they were red like blood and when he turned to stare at Naruto, the latter's eyes widened. He was sure that the other boy didn't recognize him at all.

"You…you! Let me go!" Sasuke screeched immediately and started to writhe around. His hands twitched and a low growl escaped from his throat.

"Let me out of here! Who are you, who are you!" Naruto grabbed the other boy's hands and kept them from reaching out to rip his own skin to shreds.

"Sasuke! Calm down!" Sasuke screamed his protests, his red eyes wildly spinning around in his head, him staring at nothingness, seeing things that Naruto was sure the boy didn't want to see.

"Where? Where is he! Where is he!" He yelled again and again, fighting against the blond boy's grip with all of his power.

"Let me go!"

"Sasuke, please…" Naruto's hands had started to shake. Sasuke writhed, biting his lip and feeling blood drip down his chin, red eyes so large, so wide. Naruto was at loss, like the other boy didn't even know where he was, where somebody was, where somebody he wanted to see was. Too much, just too much. Sasuke's voice was dry and thin, like he had been yelling all the time, all the time in his head and now out loud.

"S-save me…" Tears had started to fall from his open, wide eyes and his voice had turned into a pained whisper. And to Naruto's relief, he saw how to red color of his eyes faded in to the beautiful, deep darkness. And then those eyelids fluttered close.

"Save me…I don't…k-know…. where I am…N…Na…save…me…Na…ru…to…I can't…find you…" Sasuke whispered quietly and another single tear fell, his hands trying to rise once again. Naruto's blue eyes widened. He said…my name. But he…with a deep sigh, the blond boy leaned a little closer, touched the white cheek, wiped the tears away.

"Sasuke…open your eyes, please. I'm right here, right here. Open your eyes…" Naruto whispered, silently removing the oxygen mask and noticing with worry, how Sasuke's breathing rasped in his throat.

"Sasuke…" Naruto said again.

Iruka backed away from the room, giving the two the peace they needed. Naruto didn't even notice him leaving, all of his concentration on the other boy, his fingers still slightly touching the other white cheek, other grabbing the other skinny hand gently.

Sasuke's eyelashes fluttered and opened finally.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, blinking because for a moment the room seemed to be too full of light.

He turned his head and stared at Naruto, his skinny body trembling.

He blinked. Naruto smiled and backed away a little, although not letting of Sasuke's hand. The raven-haired boy looked a little confused, then his black eyes widened.

"Na…" He started and coughed, but never let his gaze leave Naruto.

"Naruto?" He hesitated, like he really didn't believe what he was seeing. The blond smiled at him again and nodded, suddenly feeling more relieved that Sasuke actually recognized him, actually said his name. Sasuke opened his mouth a little more but then turned his head away, not really knowing what to say.

Naruto's smile grew, but he knew that other must feel very uncertain and confused, so he didn't dare to touch him any way other than just holding his hand lightly, his thumb caressing the skin that was still so cold.

Sasuke turned his head to stare at the ceiling, staring at the white emptiness of it, just staring. Naruto's smile faded and he looked around the room too.

It was so white. So…pure white it hurt his blue eyes and made him rub them with his free hand. Sasuke seemed to have calmed down, so he let go of his hand to rub his eyes with both hands, not noticing the way Sasuke closed his eyes for a moment, like he was in pain. Which he probably was, the way he sighed, the way he breathed, the raspy sound his breathing made in his throat…Naruto had to remind himself that this person was sick. This person was horribly, horribly sick and as young as him, barely seventeen, this mess of long white limbs and bluish-black hair and white skin and dark eyes so full of pain. Naruto wanted to hold him so badly and rubbed his eyes again to chase the tears away. Those damn tears, threatening to show up! And he didn't want Sasuke to see them.

- - - - - - - -

Two hours later, Naruto was sitting next to Iruka and the two patients he had come to like: Sasori, who was currently trying to keep Deidara from climbing on him, and the wild blonde, who was giggling and having so much fun. Naruto sipped his tea and smiled a little, and then turning his head towards Iruka, who smiled back.

"Their condition is so much better than last time I visited, isn't it?"

"Yes…even Deidara-kun has lost a part of his obsession with bombs…" Iruka laughed a little and watched with almost fatherly expression as Sasori lazily pushed Deidara away and the latter still laughed. They watched the two play for a while, before Naruto had the feeling that Iruka wanted to talk about something else…like the Uchiha survivor.

"Okay. What?" Naruto put down his teacup and stared at Iruka with a grim expression. Deidara had climbed next to Sasori on the couch and was now currently poking his snoring companion. Izumo was keeping an eye of them, not noticing Naruto and Iruka at all.

Iruka hesitated.

"It's just that…even though he doesn't seem so…mad – if you forgive me for using that word – anymore, he's still so…" Naruto shook his head to prevent him from talking anymore.

"I know. He suffers from such a terrible trauma that he still barely is able to keep from flinching whenever I even touch him." Naruto smiled a little, scratching his head.

"I said I'd help him. And I'm going to stick to that promise. A promise is a promise, you know. And I really do want to help him. It's not fair that somebody has to be locked in that room. And even though the blindfold has been now taken off, it's just…not enough. He…" Before Naruto could continue, he heard something. Like a voice, singing. It couldn't be…

"Oh shit." They rose from the table immediately. Even Izumo had turned his head to look.

"Where are you going?"

"To Uchiha-san. Please keep an eye out for those two, Izumo-kun." Iruka bowed – like he always did – and followed Naruto away from the room.

"…So insignificant…sleeping dormant deep inside of me…"

Sasuke was sitting on the bed, hanging his head, his bangs covering his face. And he was singing. That dreadful, creepy song again. He tugged his hands, but the chains prevented him from raising them too much. He didn't seem to even notice the movement. As his black eyes slowly turned to Naruto, the latter's eyes widened.

Sasuke froze. The song died in his throat.

He didn't see Naruto. He saw his big brother standing there, before Sasuke blinked and it was Naruto again.

Still, the dark-haired trembled and looked so ghostly and fragile while sitting on his bed that Naruto just had the strange urge to cover him up with white blankets – why was everything so white in this room, blankets, curtains, windows, walls, ceiling…Sasuke – and cover those eyes so full of fear. Even when they looked at him.

Sasuke's head was spinning again and for a while he forgot where he was or who he was. The real world seemed to be somewhere so far away and the memories - oh God the memories! – were coming back with full force.

He tugged on his chains again and started to writhe, closing his eyes for a moment – no, it only made his visions worse – and then opening them, seeing hands reaching out from the white walls – no, walls tainted with the worst and the most beautiful color in the world – reaching out for him, screaming his name. Sasuke started to whimper, he looked at Naruto again and saw Itachi, he saw Itachi Uchiha, the feared killer that he had killed and couldn't help but whimper pathetically and try to escape because he was so scared!

Naruto stepped closer and Sasuke flinched, letting out a small, painful yell. Iruka grabbed Naruto's shoulder.

"It's better if you don't…go." The man said quietly. Sasuke whimpered again and tried to hit something, tried to fight the ghosts from the past, tried desperately to break those thin hands reaching for him, tried to tell himself that Itachi was dead, dead, dead!

It didn't work.

Naruto bit his lip but stayed back, as Iruka stepped closer. Sasuke winced and couldn't prevent his tears from falling. And Naruto turned his head away, because he saw the little boy Sasuke had been…saw the little boy he still was. He closed his hands in fists.

Why, Sasuke?

Sasuke trembled and looked at him again, still seeing Itachi standing there, smiling at him before he killed his parents.

His heart was broken. His soul was broken.

Itachi had broken them. He had taken his own heart away; hiding his black soul behind the gentle smile he only gave to his little brother. Before he touched him and made him stuck in the body of a teenager, while his broken soul was that of a little boy.

'It's not Itachi, he's dead!' Sasuke yelled in his head and trembled so badly that when he bit his lip, Naruto and Iruka were scared that he would bite through it.

'It's Naruto…it's…Naruto…' Sasuke started to cry, hanging his head again down the way he had when the two had first barged in to the room.

"Sasuke…can you… see me?"

Naruto stepped closer and looked at Sasuke with worried blue eyes. Slowly those black eyes stared back at him. Sasuke's lips trembled. He tried. He tried so hard to tell his messed up mind that his big brother was dead – that big brother that loved him and that big brother who had made him feel like a whore – but still…the image was blurry and then he saw Naruto staring at him. And then he faded and it was Itachi again.

Itachi trying to say something, nothing in his red eyes.

'What? Niisan…speak louder…is it you? Or is it that mad killer that you aren't, I know you aren't…'

'Little brother.'

Itachi only said before his image faded and Sasuke saw Naruto again, the other boy this time standing beside his bed. Dark eyes stared at blue before they closed.

Naruto barely had time to catch him before his head would have banged at the sides of the bed.

The blond boy sighed deeply before moving to sit at the edge of the bed and finally, very carefully pulling the smaller boy against him, circling his arms around him. Naruto buried his face in to the mess of black hair and closed his eyes, feeling them burn with tears. He shook, even though he felt Iruka's hand on his hair, trying to calm him down with a fatherly manner. He just held the smaller, thinner boy and didn't have to strength to hold back his tears anymore.

His quiet sobbing was the only sound in the sad silence of the white room keeping inside Sasuke's dreams, Sasuke's chance to live ever again.

There you have your hug, boy. This chapter was surprisingly hard to write. Sigh. Really, now…I don't really know what to do next…