Red. The crimson color of death. It was splattered everywhere. The walls, the floor. It's liquid form sloshed in his shoes as he ran though puddles of it. The hallway was stained and the windows were broken, with shuriken and kunai sticking from their wooden panes. All he could see was his little trembling hand pushing open his parents' door, and slowly a scene was revealed to him.

The bodies of his mother and father lay on the floor, the deadly color leaking from their wounds. Everything was red. His body stiffened as a voice flooded into his ears, smoother than the crimson blood that covered the floor. A new color swam into his vision. Black. Black shading the red. Those horrid red eyes.

"Well done little brother. Now you're just. Like. Me," gasping for breath, the five year-old looked down and took in his red hands and a bloody kunai. Shaking, he released the weapon and turned to face the corpses once again. However, they were no longer the bodies of his parents, instead pink hair splayed across a horror filled face, and empty blue eyes stared blankly at him under shocks of blond hair. He spun around to flee from the room, but came face to face with his father. His grinning, dead, bloody father.

"Finally," the dead man's voice croaked "You're just like your brother…" his brother's mad cackle filled his mind as words resounded through the wreck of a room.

" He'll turn out just like him…"

" How's Itachi's little mini-me…?"

"You'll be just like your brother, won't you Sasuke?"

"Sasuke…Just like him … Sasuke … Sasuke,"

-

"Sasuke," Sakura shook the youngest Uchiha, "Wake up. You're scaring me…"

"NO!" The ebony haired boy started awake. His eyes were glazed over and his fist was clenched tight.

The pink haired konouchi let out a sigh of relief. "You've been struggling in your sleep. You had me worried there for a bit." At the sound of her voice, Sasuke whipped out kunai in a defensive position, crossed above his chest, before taking a look at her. Starting from her feet then going up, he analyzed her.

' Muscled legs, sandals, dress –looks uncomfortable-, strong arms, gloved hands, small bust –definitely konouchi-, forehead protector –She's a Konoha nin, eh? -, Green eyes, pink hair…' His weapons lowered in shock.

"You," his voice was questioning, curious even. "Damn, I must be asleep still," he slapped his leg with the flat of his blade and looked up again. "Hmm… A genjutsu maybe?" He pocketed his weapons and made the handsign to dispel. Again he looked up, only to see the pinkette nin still standing there, smirking at him. Now, he was annoyed, "Alright, listen here you hallucination. Dispel immediately."

The girl just chuckled and responded, "No." Irritated, Sasuke stood up, "Dispel, damn you." He was shaking his fist before he looked down and realized, ' he was standing up, and pain wasn't shooting from every pore of his body.' Shakily, he lowered himself back into a sitting position, suddenly completely laid back once again. "So… I'm … I'm not hallucinating… Am I?"

The healer just shook her head in reply. "Then… then that means that you're her…" he fixed his eyes on the cherry blossom pattern on her necklace, and the kunai hanging from it. "Sa-Sakura…"

-

"So, what you're saying is, You can't remember anything?"

The sky was dark now, and the stars were hidden behind stormy gray clouds.

Sasuke nodded, "I can't even remember where I live," The fire before them crackled, and shadows danced across the clearing.

"Then, how is it you remember me?" The firelight made her curious emerald eyes glow.

"I'm not sure how. I'm not even sure why I forgot everything. I think it has something to do with the curse mark," He gestured towards his shoulder, "Maybe we can figure it out. Tell me, was I close to you when I lived in Konoha?"

"Well… Not exactly. We were on the same team, cell seven if you can recall, but you never really accepted me. Hell, you paid more attention to Naruto in one day than you ever did to me for as long as I've known you… Naruto… You know that he's been risking his life just to bring you home? He hardly sleeps anymore. He's always training now, always accepting missions. He's grown a lot in these past few years, though he's still naïve as ever. What a fit he'll have when he sees you've come back of your own accord. He's been pushing himself into the ground so that he could drag you back…" Sakura chuckled, a distant look in her eye, "He…he never gave up on you…Even after everyone else did."

"Naruto, eh? That name rings a bell… I can't see a face though. All that comes to me is… is a feeling of friendship… and a feeling of envy. Envy and friendship, those two seem to go hand in hand in many situations…" Sasuke's eyes stared past his feminine companion, lost in the past, "I remember feeling like no one could replace him. He was my best friend, I think, but at the same time I envied him. He was… He had soo much power. Power that I needed… I needed because… because…" His brows furrowed as he tried to remember, "I can't quite recall it… Something about my brother…hmm"

Sakura's eyes widened at the last bit, but the healer nin quickly composed herself. "Don't strain yourself, Sasuke I've only just healed you. Any physical or mental strain could reverse everything I've been working at. Why don't you just lie down for now. Sleep. Tomorrow, we will head back to the village…"

A/N: Hey guys, here's the third chapter! This is where things start to differ from the original piece a load more. I'm going to make Sasuke remember. He doesn't get a fancy jutsu to share memories. Unfortunately, this means he will be way OOC for a while until he remembers everything. The chapters are gradually getting longer, so hold out for a bit longer while I think how to write out the next few chapters.

Also, I am seeking a BETA READER! I was really hoping for someone who is familiar with my writing style, so if you are interested, please pm me. Thanks a load.

So that's all for now folks! Hope you enjoyed it.

-Random