All around him was darkness.
Prologue
The void was silent and unforgiving. White cracks littered the place but didn't give off light, leading him to question how he was seeing them. The longer he remained in the void, the more the images in his brain faded, until all he remembered were vague teachings.
Darkness enveloped every inch of his being, if he even existed anymore that is. It wasn't long before he felt himself start moving. He didn't know where or how he was moving, but he did know that he was moving. The cracks that had previously stayed still, moved with him. Circling him and closing him in.
Who knows how long it had been, but by the time the cracks in the void reached him, he barely remembered his own name.
Before he knew it, he was ejected from the void, hitting solid ground at speeds faster than a normal person would be able to handle. He didn't stop though, his momentum carried him forward, forcing him to slide along the ground for God knows how long before finally coming to a stop due to hitting something large.
The faint sound of something closing was heard before his conscious started to slip, leaving him on the brink of a long-needed rest. Though before he was able to pass out, his mind registered a question.
"What's your name?" The voice reminded him of a vague image that was partially gone.
"Sasuke."
Sasuke awoke to a bed he didn't remember falling asleep in. In fact, he didn't remember much of the last time he was awake. He took in the room, observing the dresser in the corner, the table with a sketchbook on it to his left, and multiple posters of various things hanging on the wall. His head hurt slightly, but he pushed himself out of the bed, stumbling his way to the nearest door.
Apparently, it wasn't a door to the hallway, but one to a bathroom. The first thing that caught his eye was the giant mirror on the wall, taking up a large portion of its real estate. Looking at what he could only assume to be his reflection, he saw pale white skin and black hair. His eyes were the color of coal, and his forehead was wrapped in bandages. Out of nowhere, looking at his face made him want to puke, so he averted his eyes toward his chest.
He hadn't noticed before but looking at himself in the mirror made him realize that there was a multitude of bandages covering him. The most prominent ones were on his chest stopping before his abdomen, also connecting to the bandages on his left arm. A couple were on the fingers of his right arm, but nothing close to his completely covered left arm. He was shirtless, so you could see that he had unusually toned muscles for someone of his age, but it wasn't important to him.
Now that he knew they were there, the bandages suddenly felt constricting, so he ripped them off, showing a slightly scarred body. The most concerning one was the large Lichtenberg scar that ran from his palm up to his shoulder. It looked like a tree with infinite branches, mesmerizing him more the longer he looked at it. Eventually, he tore his eyes from it and left the bathroom, now with no bandages covering him.
Slowly, he opened the next door he saw, peeking out into the hallway. It was a somewhat large hallway, but it was almost entirely empty. On one side of the hallway, there was a light turned on. Slowly, he made his way into the lit area, finding it to be a dining table. At the table sat a woman. A woman who Sasuke felt shouldn't exist.
"Oh, Sasuke, it's good that you're awake. There's breakfast over by the stove for you."
The woman was nice, and there was nothing all that strange about her either, but she looked a lot like him. Long black hair with middle parted bangs not dissimilar to his own. Delicate feminine facial features with pair of eyes and nose nearly identical to his. The only difference in their eyes was the reddish-brown color her irises caried.
An image flashed through his mind, along with a single word.
"Mom?"