~Chapter 15~

Dreams

"You're not a pervert…right?" The question threw the boy off guard, as he went about rearranging some items in his room for Kinata. She stood in the doorway, hands crossed with a defiant expression. He turned to her.

"No. I'm not. Why?" He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, but he couldn't help it. If it was one thing he couldn't stand, it was oddball distractions like that.

"Then stop fussing about sleeping in the same bed. I don't want to force you out of your room." Sasuke raised a brow, stepping back to sit on the end of his bed. She walked into the room, her long locks flowing behind her in a pendulum fashion, tied high in a ponytail.

"I'm not being forced to do anything." She sat beside him, smiling gently.

"I know that. You shouldn't be so literal." This earned her a glare, but she continued.

"I'll have to learn to trust you at some point, now that I'm living with you. Sleeping by you is a good start." The honesty and bluntness of her words caused Sasuke to shift his position so that they were face-to-face. He just stared at her unusual colored eyes for a long minute.

"Trust, huh?" His head dropped and his fists suddenly clenched. Kinata leaned forward, bravely grabbing his tightly clamped fingers in her own soft ones.

"That bothers you?" She was confused. His reaction was unexpected.

"No…just, it's difficult." He was super quiet, as if saying the next few words would be painful. He eyed her hands over his, interestingly enough, choosing not to pull away. Her touch was warm and comforting.

"I told you…about my brother, right?" His words were now stale and cold. Kinata became tense. The strain arising in Sasuke was clear as day.

"Yes. He destroyed your clan." She was quick and serious in her retort. He gazed up at her, a hint of relief in his eyes, yet torn by grief. She knew exactly why. He shared the same loss as her, just in different circumstances. He also shared the same annoyance with pity as well. Kinata could sympathize genuinely with him.

"Yeah. But, before all that, I strived to be just like him." His eyes were hard, staring off into the space before them, most likely seeing the younger version of himself with his traitorous sibling. She scooted closer, sitting sideways so there'd be less pressure to stare at one another, yet he'd still be able to feel physical support. He went on.

"I, damn, I was so proud to call him my brother. I trusted him." His eyes closed tight from what she could see out of the corner of her eye.

"And he betrayed that trust." She finished for him.

""Hmph. Basked in it." She frowned. At least those she'd cared for had never turned their backs on her. The enemy had always remained a stranger. Yet his was so personal; his had ended up being his child idol.

"It's not fair. You did nothing wrong, but you're the one that has to suffer." She was looking down at her hands, as if trying to explain her own advice for her similar situation to him. Kinata now understood Sasuke's attitude around people far better.

"I guess." He said, but she wasn't done.

"Which means, you're already leagues beyond most." Sasuke turned to her, almost curiously.

"What are you talking about?" She turned to him as well, locking eye contact. Her memory recalled the tender moments spent with her real family, and the aftermath on the boat that her sensei had said when she'd been in hysterics.

"An eye for an eye leaves the world blind. You've had to endure, and you will persevere. That is more than what most can say. And people will remain ignorant their whole live while you'll only strive." Her eyes were twinkling in a very kid-ish way. It was almost comical to the boy. He shook his head.

"You're unbelievable." Kinata frowned, having been truly passionate about her silly pep-talk.

"What?" She was kind of offended and waited a half a second for him to gather his thoughts.

"You don't think I want revenge?" Her frown deepened, watching his deadly gaze bare into her, as if trying to challenge her morals. There was silence for a minute as she scanned his serious face.

"So…your goal is to kill him." She hadn't asked a question. His eyes said it all. She moved away from him, her own fists now clenched.

"I don't get it. You're better than that, Sasuke." She heard him take in a rigid breath, probably out of anger.

"What the hell are you saying?" Yep, he was mad alright. She faced him, tiny tears in the corner of her eye, ones that would never take form. She wasn't a baby, but the subject at hand was an extremely sore one for the normally resilient girl. She hadn't meant for the conversation to end up so emotional, but she refused to back down. At countless points in her past she had just wanted to forget her sensei and go on a rampage after those tracker shinobi. The feeling had been so raw, so tempting. Her sensei had stepped in every time to stop her though – and for good reason. It wasn't worth it.

"He's ruined your life once. Why let him continue to ruin the rest of it?" She had such fierce gravity in each word that it made Sasuke's eyes widen slightly.

"You have more to give this world than just vengeance. What's in it for you when you've spent you're whole life dedicated to someone who clearly doesn't deserve the time of day." She glanced away from his now narrowed eyes, "I just don't get it, that's all." Her voice had risen and she'd become very worked up in her words. She took a few minutes to calm herself while she listened to both of their irregular breathing. She now felt embarrassed for her sudden outburst. Sasuke was completely silent. She finally looked at him. His eyes were no longer harsh, but he seemed to be in deep thought.

"I'm sorry. I have no place to lecture. I get caught up in my past too." Her apology made the boy chuckle, easily breaking the ice. He had a small smile on as he glanced her way. She was speechless.

Sasuke smirked, but she had never seen him smile.

"Kinata…thanks." That was it. He had sincerity packed in just one word, though he had practically whispered it, almost self-conscious of having to say it.

She let out a sigh of relief, watching him walk to his drawer to pull out some clothes.

"I'll grab some extra pillows and a blanket after I shower. Don't need you stealing mine half-way through the night." He was already walking to the bathroom as he finished his comment, leaving Kinata on his bed, to reflect over her baffled emotions and the weirdest, most intimate conversation ever dealt to her in her life.

"At least he's not angry." She whispered to herself, listening to the water turn on. She went to lay on her back, Sasuke's scent surrounding her. She blushed as the true impact of what he'd last mentioned hit her.

'Stealing mine…' The same bed…it would be an interesting conclusion after that awkward talk.

Kinata lay on her side, facing the wall. Sasuke had gone downstairs to grab some water and tea. His bed felt extremely comfortable, her body in a relaxed state for a once. He came in with the cups, setting them on the small table next to the bed. She looked behind her to catch him watching her. He quickly snapped his head sideways.

"Figured you might want something to drink before sleeping." His tone was even. She sat up, reaching for the cup that he handed her. He slowly slipped in next to her. She kept calm, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach.

"Mm. It's good. Thanks." He nodded, sipping his own. They didn't talk, reveling in a companionable silence. After some time, Sasuke set his drink back, grabbing her empty cup from her.

"Time for bed." He muttered, snuggling into the covers. Kinata had on one of her new t-shirts and shorts, but it only made her flush when his leg swiped hers, touching bare skin. She faced the wall again, but she could still feel his warmth. It took perhaps five minute before she passed out, the day having exhausted her. Sasuke however had no will to want any sleep. He had his mind elsewhere, focused on what Kinata had said to him.

'…an eye for an eye leaves the world blind…' Her words echoed in his mind. She hadn't realized his goal yet at the time when she'd said it, but that only made her saying it hit closer to home. Her ranting had split his usually determined mindset.

Was it really worth giving up his life, all for the sake of his brother, even if it was to kill him?

Perhaps Kinata was right. Why should he waste his time even thinking about the bastard? He had someone lying right next to him who deserved his time. Convincing himself that she could be on to something concerning his objectives in life, he turned to face her, only to come into contact with her back. Her breathing was paced, indicating that she'd fallen asleep. He frowned.

He'd just have to tell her in the morning.

In a wide meadow overlooking a vast mountain, lay a man. He had long bouncy black locks. His garb consisted of samurai robes and armor.

'Wha…what the hell? Where am I?' Sasuke sat up, confused by the change in environment. Had he not been in his bed, next to Kinata?

As he observed his surrounding, all of flowers, weeds, and open sky, a rustle in the nearby woods caught his attention. He reacted by reaching for his pouch on the left, where his kunai knives should be, but instead grabbed a very heavy sword. He glanced down at his waist, baffled to see two samurai swords there. The sheaths were far from plain, decorated in gold and emeralds, with an intricate dragon crafted into one, and a tiger on the other. In fact, his usual ninja outfit was completely replaced by ancient warrior attire.

His mouth was agape from shock. The rustling continued until a person appeared from the trees. She glowed like a goddess. She had long dark purple, almost black hair, going down to her ankles in waves. Her features were highly defined and her skin was smooth like white silk. Her eyes were beaming in gold with dots of turquoise and teal. Her small frame was covered in layers of silk kimonos, woven with dozens of different colors. She was clearly royalty.

"Madaro? It is just me." Her voice triggered something in his mind, as if he knew it from somewhere. She moved forward in the meadow with incredible grace. Sasuke stood stunned. He had no idea what to do. Was he in a genjutsu? He made the hand sign of release yet nothing happened.

The woman came to stand before him, searching deeply into his eyes, unsure herself.

"What has my Emperor so distraught?" Her smooth tone made him involuntarily relax, though he still had his hand near the blade.

"Who are you?" His words were cold. The woman's eyes widened. She took a cautious step back.

"Midoriko. Empress of Kai. Have you forgotten…have you injured your head?" Her expression again tugged at his memory but he couldn't place it. The feeling was of one going into a room to find something only to forget what one was looking for. He repeated the name in his head, trying to recall who she was, why she had called him Madaro, and where the hell Kai was on the maps. Midoriko scrunched up her eyebrows, only giving her high cheekbones more definition.

"Are we…together?" She had called him Emperor (which in itself was outlandish) and herself Empress. It seemed logical. Her frown sank before she began to laugh. It was pure music to Sasuke's ears. A soft texture replaced her once worried face.

"Had I known my dear Emperor would tease me on this day I would have sufficiently prepared my own onslaught of foolish ways." Her speech was weird to the Uchiha, and he narrowed his eyes at her mocking tone. That was when a sharp pain in his temples caused him to fall down on his knees. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders and kneeling beside him.

But the world around him was collapsing. Darkness caved in everywhere. His only sense of awareness was his hearing. The woman's voice called out the name he'd never heard before.

"Madaro? What has happened? Can you hear me? Madaro!"

Sasuke sprung up in his bed, his body sweating profoundly. His head was pounding furiously. He went to move his arms to soothe the pain at his temples when he found extra weight leaning on his right. He then noticed Kinata tucked against his side with his arm wrapped around her waist. Her hair was tossed out about her and her face had the hint of innocence while sleeping, a content smile plastered on it. At least she was having a good dream.

It brought Sasuke back to the odd dream of his own. It had felt so real. How did he even know that woman? She had said her name, and though it now seemed vaguely familiar, he couldn't remember it. He knew it had started with the letter M, just as the name she'd called him by. He could actually recall that one, as it'd been the last thing he'd heard. Madaro…He had been twice the height he was now and his voice had been deeper. He'd never even HEARD of Kai. They didn't have high nobility like an Emperor anymore, just the Daimyos and Kages. At least that he knew of.

He sighed, shaking his head. Whatever the dream was meant little to him now. He had no use of silly fantasies.

Kinata snuggled by his arm, mumbling incoherent words. Sasuke looked down to see her eyes scrunched up. Her deep, paced breathing still proved her to be in slumber, but she was clearly now unnerved. He lay back down, adjusting her position to his, holding her closer, so that her head was lying on his chest. He stared up at the ceiling, rubbing her back absentmindedly. It seemed to calm her down.

Finally, he too fell back to sleep.

She felt the cool breeze.

She felt the warming sun.

She could smell the slight scent of fresh flowers.

She could hear chirping and a woman's voice yelling out faintly in the background.

There was something wrong.

She opened her eyes…a meadow?

She was kneeling by a man…not from her time era.

Her eye level met two swords, and one symbol caught her eye…a dragon.

The entire image immediately vanished.

Kinata roused herself awake.

"W…what was that?" She questioned quietly to herself. The moment had appeared so suddenly and than was just…gone. Then she was blushing, realizing her position in the bed. Sasuke had his head setting on top of her own, grabbing her close to him, but he seemed to be resting soundly.

She closed her eyes, trying to conjure up that man's face. He had black hair, cropped out everywhere, and nearly twice as long as Sasuke's own style. His armor was way out of place. She sighed. Not like she could figure out anything in the boy's hold. So she snuggled closer into him, knowing that the hypocrisy of her actions at the moment would come back to haunt her later. It was too hard for her now to keep her distance from him after the day that they had both shared. She was thankful that they didn't have class tomorrow. In other words, she'd get to sleep in. That was her last thought before passing out, her legs intertwined with Sasuke's own.

WARNING – MATURE – SASUKE'S P.O.V.

"Sasuke…I know you want me right now. I can tell by this…" Kinata whispered, grabbing my cock through my pants. I groaned out.

"See, Sasuke? You are soooo hard." She said, pulling my boxers down. I hissed as the cold air hit my member once freed from its prison cloth. She kissed just below my navel, making my stomach muscles instantly tense. I groaned her name, my cock semi-soft.

"Mmmm, Sasuke." She purred, bringing goose bumps to my neck, "You are never going to look at another girl for the rest of your life…at least, after I'm through with you."

She took the entire length into her mouth. My breath hitched and then I let out an escaped moan. She released me.

"Does that feel good?" She cooed seductively. I clenched my jaw but nodded, knowing her teasing might get worse if I neglected to answer.

"Good." She replied, continuing her ravishing to my member. Her head bobbed up and down, while her tongue circled the tip every time she lifted up. I tilted my head back, running my fingers through her soft brunette hair.

This pleasure…all from Kinata…it was just…wow…

Something seemed off though. My penis was rock hard, but it wasn't getting any closer to orgasm. It was as if what Kinata was doing was having no real, physical effect. I blinked and found her suddenly beneath me, looking up in my eyes, her own clouded with lust. I was thrusting madly into her, both of our breaths coming out in pants, sweat covering her from head to toe.

My chest was slamming against her perky breasts. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her body jerking from orgasm. But I didn't feel her walls clenching me. I didn't feel her warmth. In fact, I didn't feel anything at all.

"What the hell?" I muttered, looking down at her spent body. I got off her curvy yet petite figure, noting that she had passed out. I was still hard and frustrated at this point, clenching my fists.

"Sasuke?" I heard Kinata say but she was still on the bed, and sleeping as far as I could tell.

"Sasuke, wake up already. It's noon. Come on, you have to help me unpack and move your equipment around, remember?" It was Kinata, but then how could she…?

Then it all went black.

I opened my eyes to see Kinata, shaking me lightly, her hair messy and tousled. Her t-shirt hung loose off of her left shoulder, allowing me to barely take a peek at a black and red bra. I could feel my flushed cheeks burn, caused by my wet dream. Her lean legs were covered half-way with my blankets. I blinked, rubbing my eyes. She was sitting on her knees to my right, curious.

"I was…sleeping?" I said groggily.

"Uh-huh." She said, raising an eyebrow. She leaned over slightly to inspect me, concerned over my lack of typical alertness. I was too. It was rare for my thoughts, let alone my dreams, to become so perverse. My erection was still throbbing beneath me. I groaned, slowly sitting up.

"Sasuke, did you have any, um…special dreams?" My face paled as my head snapped over to see her biting her lip nervously. I could feel my heartbeat pick up, now completely taken off guard.

"W…what do you me?" I couldn't believe the pathetic sound of my voice. I couldn't control it. She frowned, her eyes casting down. Then she shrugged, moving over me to get off my bed. But I grabbed her wrist before she could. She was forced to stop, surprised. She was practically half on top of me from my actions. We stared at each other for a minute. I released my hold, taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah, I did actually." She bent back after I had let her go just a few inches to give us some space. I tried to sound casual until her eyes perked up at my words, giving me the weirdest sensation. Had she heard me moaning her name? I was never one to go around being bashful though. Kinata moved closer, just inches from touching my right hip, causing my cock to twitch. I took another deep breath, mustering up every ounce of control not to pull her into my body.

Since where the hell did all of these damn emotions for her come from? My mind was hazy. I didn't care for the feeling at all.

"Me too." My mind came to a halt. My eyes darted to hers. She was excited, and so was I to say the least. We may be too young for actual intercourse, but not foreplay. I had never cared for sex before; I had way to much shit going on. But this girl, right in front of me, was igniting every lustful gene inside. Maybe I'm in heat? Is that even fucking possible for a shinobi?

I calmed my thoughts…I am Sasuke…Uchiha. It was a nice reminder, as I was now tactfully beginning to devise a smooth way to bring it up…I mean, if she was having fantasies about me already too, then why not? There should be no problem, right? I ignored the foreign anxiety that tried to rise up in my gut.

"It was so vivid it felt real. But it was quick too." I could feel my face redden instinctively, my control slipping. I held the blanket tight to my lower half, looking away, gritting my teeth. Was she teasing me?

"I was kneeling down, and this man, he was groaning." My head shot to her. My body was moving on its own. I could feel myself staring wide-eyed at her, though her eyes were staring down at the floor in thought.

"Are…are you serious?" I growled, sounding more aggravated than I'd meant to. She glanced up and retracted back, as if hit. I didn't mind her sexy coaxing at first, but another man? What the fuck?

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I'm pretty sure he was in pain. And he was in armor that I believe samurai wear, I mean, from ages ago." Every nerve in my body stilled. I took a very long deep breath, avoiding her questioning eyes. I knew she'd be giving me a dumbfounded look from my own strange behavior.

But then I realized her comment and the importance of it. I looked over at her.

"Samurai armor?" Her expression went neutral, nodding. I felt my body tense.

"Did he have two swords?" She frowned, and then slowly nodded.

"Yeah. I can't remember what the other one looked like, but I know for sure the longest blade had a dragon on it. Why?" My breathing caught in my throat. She eyed me cautiously now.

"Why Sasuke?" Her tone had instantly become serious at my reaction, so my mood did too.

"You asked me if I had a special dream, Kinata. Why?" She enjoyed changing the subject, so for a once, I wanted to do the same to her. She crossed her arms.

"Because I did. I was just trying to start conversation so that I could tell you about it. Why are you so angry?"

-BACK TO 3RD P.O.V.-

Sasuke shook his head, collecting himself and cooling down. He could tell that Kinata had no idea what he was talking about. And he definitely wasn't about to inform her either. The dreams had defied logic. He wasn't the horny kind of guy, nor was he some ancient samurai/emperor that could transport himself into other people's dreams. But it had seemed to happen last night.

"Never mind…just, not a morning person." She nodded uncomfortably, squirming her way off the rest of the bed.

"Why'd you ask me about the samurai swords?" Her voice still had an edge of seriousness in it. Sasuke sighed, having had a feeling that she wouldn't have let it go that easily. He waited until her back was turned to rearrange himself on the bed, hiding his hard-on with his left knee up.

"To verify if it was a samurai. They only carry two swords." She looked back to him, her eyes understanding now. Kinata smiled.

"Oh. Gotchya. Well, I'm going to take a shower. You should start to get that guest room ready to use while I'm in there. I was pretty close to you last night." Sasuke tensed. So she had noticed their close proximity throughout their rest? At least she was blaming it on herself. He couldn't look her in the face though, so he stared blankly at the sheets.

"…not that I meant to. I can't always control how I roll around when I sleep." She sounded unsure of her comment, trying to sound positive but he still refused to meet her gaze. He shrugged.

"It wasn't a big deal Kinata." He sounded irritated. She frowned, but decided not to push it.

"Kay." She muttered instead, walking the rest of the way to the bathroom. She had no idea how guilty the Uchiha felt. He didn't even feel like himself. He growled. What's with me? It was a rant that was beginning to feel ritual. He had enjoyed her presence, more than he should have, yet he'd just made her feel like she'd done something wrong. Her actions had FAR from offended him.

He didn't know how to go about telling her any of this. He honestly didn't want to. They'd only been living with each other for barely a day and a night. It would scare the hell out of her. It scared the hell out of him. He sighed, getting out of the bed awkwardly, his erection refusing to let up.

Kinata stood under the shower, relaxing her body as the sprinkling hot water dashed down her back and chest. It soaked her long thick hair, running sweet sensations throughout her. She couldn't help pondering why Sasuke was acting so suddenly strange.

The dream had left her startled, which was why she had tried to talk to Sasuke about it. She realized now how stupid that had been. She had assumed from yesterday that he didn't mind conversing with her, but it seemed that was only due to her interesting predicament with her foster parents. He was Sasuke Uchiha, a closed book. He probably wanted to stay as neutral classmates – not close friends. He had appeared so antsy this morning, not to mention angry. Clearly he had been disturbed when he had awakened with her being so near to his body.

She shook her head, splashing water around. But it hadn't been her fault entirely. His hands had been secured around her when she too had opened her eyes from the dream and in the morning. She sighed, confused. A creak by the door had her at full alert. She froze under the water.

"Kinata?" Sasuke's voice. She calmed down

"Yeah." Her voice was barely audible over the pouring water.

"Want breakfast?" She hesitated. She was delighted beyond words at his gesture considering his mood towards her a little bit ago. But she didn't want to take advantage of his hospitality.

"Um, sure. I can help make it though if you give me a few minutes!" She waited a moment for his response, afraid he'd already walked off.

"Finish your shower. I got this." His words were clear and collected, leaving no room for argument. Besides, he was now away from the door and going down the stairs. She figured that she'd hurry up in the showers. When she got out, she began to towel-dry her hair, but with its extensive length, it was a bit time consuming. Finally she came out, dressed in new clothes meant for training, the ones that Sasuke had bought her. Her cheeks were a deep red hue from the steam and her eyelashes more curvy. Kinata was shocked at how a good night's rest and cleansing could do for her. She felt refreshed and flushed at the same time.

Once she made her way into the kitchen, she caught sight of the raven-haired boy, just as he was setting plates on the table. When he glanced up, his eyes widened slightly at her appearance, causing her to look away. She wore thigh-length, black shorts and a blue tight fitting, lace cami, with her hair half-soaked and her face glowing from feeling so revived. After a few seconds, Kinata stared over to give him a small smile, snapping him back to reality. It was like time was in motion again. He nodded to the chair.

"Take a seat. Food's almost done." He tried to ignore her, going back to cooking. She ignored his words as well, scanning the kitchen.

Sasuke forced his eyes to the eggs, which were being scrambled in an iron pan. Toast and bacon sat ready near the plates. Kinata came up behind him, peeking over his shoulder to see how he was doing.

"You're pretty good at this." She mused, pointing also to the table where the rest of their meal was neatly set up. He smirked, glancing behind him only to find her attention being directed on a personal photo he'd meant to hide away.

It was his family picture, with Itachi's figure cut out.

She carefully picked it up, her eyes picking out every detail. Sasuke tensed.

"You're mother…she was beautiful, and she looks very kind here." Her voice was soft and appreciative. Typically the direction of conversation was the Uchiha's cue to distance his every interest into something else, but the longing in her eyes – the same that he felt when reminded of family – showed brightly. It tugged at him.

"Yeah. She was." His voice was hard. Memories of his mother caring for him compelled his thoughts. His throat became tight. He had to turn his eyes away to look at the table rather than the picture.

Kinata set it back down gently.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up. Not many get how hard it is…not having a mom around." He couldn't help but want to glare up at her, but his face froze when he locked on to her sincere eyes. It calmed his nerves. He nodded curtly. She knew his pain because she too had suffered what he had. She moved her attention suddenly to the eggs still frying in the pan. Her eyebrows drew down.

"I think the eggs are done, Sasuke." She almost sounded guilty. He snapped his head around to find the once golden eggs now a smoky grey, almost burnt color. He swore under his breath, instantly grabbing the spatula to try and salvage what he could. She was already walking to his fridge, taking out some new eggs. He was surprised when she took the utensil from him, giving him a cheesy grin at his annoyed expression.

"Let me cook them this time. It's kind of my fault they burned. It's the least I can do." She didn't really give him a chance, cracking the eggs while pushing her back against his chest, forcibly taking over his previous spot. He huphed, but gave in, muttering a 'whatever.' He didn't move though, liking her body against his and observing her own cooking skills. Kinata rolled her eyes at his insistent presence.

"I don't need supervision to cook eggs, Sasuke." She could feel his smirk from behind her.

"Tch. Maybe, if you weren't so distracted in life." She frowned, tossing her head back to glare at him. As expected, he had a smug smirk on.

"So what? I can multitask." He shook his head, his lips twitching upwards.

"Do you have a retort for everything?" She was almost finished with the eggs, smiling to herself. Having Sasuke so close felt so unnaturally natural. It bothered her because it shouldn't…she shouldn't let herself feel this way. But the warm feeling was something at the moment she selfishly couldn't let go.

"Just about." She moved the pan while turning off the burner, spinning to face him.

"Kay, looks like its ready!"