Summary: Sakura wakes up in world that isn't the battlefield, or anywhere remotely like it. A world where things are entirely different. People that are long dead walk the streets of Konoha, she finds memories of Haruno Sakura that are not her own, memories of love with Sasuke. And the longer she stays, the more she forgets who she really is and the more she forgets where she's really from. And for some reason, she can't seem to remember: that this is actually the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Chapter 4: Lost in my Bedroom

'You're crystal clear, facing the light, don't disappear – it's just what I imagined."

Sasuke woke up, but as usual he did not open his eyes immediately. First, Sasuke assessed his surroundings. Sasuke was aware of three things right off.

Firstly, his guard was completely down, and he corrected that as he was made aware of it.

Secondly, he was in a bed that didn't feel familiar at all - and he was not in the battlefield.

And thirdly, the Kusanagi blade was sticking awkwardly into his back.

Sasuke shifted around, pulling it out and opening his eyes at the same time. His eyes shifted around the room and he gave a cry of alarm as he sat up. He was in his old bedroom! It looked so eerily the same, except for the larger bed and the Team 7 photo on the dresser. Sasuke put a hand over his mouth and tried to calm himself down when a knock came at the bedroom door.

Sasuke stilled, his free hand going to the sword.

"Sasuke?"

A guttural gasp left his throat and Sasuke stumbled out of bed to go to the door, but he stopped short of opening it after catching a glimpse of his bloodstained clothes in the mirror.

"I know you're upset about last night, but there will be more opportunities," his mother spoke through the door and Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut as his heart knocked painfully against his rib cage.

"Sakura-chan loves you, she won't leave you because of this."

Sasuke's eyes snapped open at the mention of his ex-teammate. She'd been the closest to him when the moon had gotten its unearthly red glow. On an impulse, long forgotten since the Team 7 days, Sasuke had tried to shield her for Madara's jutsu.

Then it hit Sasuke. This must be the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Which would explain his...his...mother.

"Sasuke?"

"Ah?" his voice came out strained.

"Sakura-chan makes you happy, and you her. I know you'll work it out." she said kindly. "Now, breakfast is ready, ne?" and then he listened to her footsteps disappear down the hallway. Sasuke sagged against the door. It was real. So, damn, real.

With huge effort, he took off his clothing and hid it along with any evidence of who he was before. He needed to figure this out, and he couldn't do that with the shadow of the man he'd become hanging over him.

Sasuke took a quick shower and got dressed in the clothing he found in his room. His eyes caught sight of the Team 7 photo. This one had to have been taken later. They were all dressed in traditional Chuunin wear, all except Kakashi. Sakura's hair was long and seemed to flow down her shoulders. Naruto's hair looked awkward to say the least, it was in a not long and not short phase. Sasuke, though, looked different. Maybe it was the look on his face. He couldn't be sure. But he shook it off and with a deep breath and steeled himself before opening his bedroom door and walking right into Itachi.

Sasuke, wide-eyed, stared up at his big brother and he felt lost. His last encounter with Itachi flashed before his eyes.

"Wow, you look like shit, man." came the voice from beside Itachi and Sasuke drew his eyes away from his brother to look at the other man. Shisui.

"Unsurprising." Itachi commented dryly. "Considering everyone heard the fight he had with his dear Sakura-chan last night."

What the fuck was all this talk about Sakura? He'd heard his mother mention her too, but to be honest he hadn't been paying attention to anything but the sound of her voice.

"Tell me, little Sasuke," Shisui began, "is she as feisty in bed as she was last night?"

Sasuke stilled. What? In bed? Shisui could not be serious.

"Careful, little brother. If you don't fix things soon, I might have to find out for myself." Sasuke looked up at Itachi, and he knew his brother was joking but a streak of sudden possessiveness went through him and Shisui laughed, pushing Itachi along the hallway.

After a moment Sasuke closed his bedroom door and headed to the kitchen.

Nothing could have prepared him for seeing her. His mother was in the kitchen, preparing the table for them. Itachi and Shisui had headed out a moment ago, so Sasuke, thankfully, had this moment alone. And all he could do was stare. His mother. She looked a bit older than he remembered her, but no less beautiful.

She looked up and saw him, a frown forming on her face.

"Was it that bad?" she asked.

"Was what that bad?" he blurted, just wanting to talk to her.

"Your proposal to Sakura-chan." she said, looking outraged.

Sasuke nearly fell over. He was caught between raging laughter and fainting. Him? Proposing to her? It was ridiculous. Sakura rarely even crossed his mind, why would he do something as horrid as marrying someone so annoying?

"Are you even listening?" Mikoto demanded, looking angry as she stared down at him. Sasuke muttered an apology and Mikoto sighed. "I asked if maybe...she said no."

"No, she didn't." he said immediately, because why would she? Sakura was infatuated with him.

Mikoto sat down opposite him. "Then what? What happened?"

"I don't know." Sasuke said honestly, he obviously had no memories of it. Hypothetically speaking, had he proposed to Haruno Sakura...Sasuke couldn't finish the thought. It was Sakura for Kami's sake. He couldn't imagine it.

"It just didn't feel like the right time." he said lamely.

"I understand that you want to be sure why you love her." Mikoto shook her head. "Too much like your father." she muttered and began eating her breakfast.

Wanted to be sure why he loved her, huh? That was as good an excuse as any. He would need to use it.

Sasuke ate silently. The familiar taste of his mother's food made his heart ache and he couldn't stop stealing glances at her as he ate.

Mikoto stood once she was done and began collecting dishes to wash up.

"You know, I'm always here if you need some advice." she smiled sadly at him and patted his cheek.

"TEME!" an all too familiar voice boomed through the house and Mikoto smiled fondly. "That'll be Naruto-kun."

Just then, Naruto barreled into the kitchen, his eyes narrowing on Sasuke.

"You look like shit. Get up." and then he turned to Mikoto. "Ah, Mikoto-san, you look wonderful as always."

"Oh, thank you, Naruto-kun." Mikoto said, ruffling Naruto's hair and Sasuke glared, pushing himself to his feet. "What do you want?" Sasuke asked and Naruto turned to glare at him. "Shut the hell up and come with me." Naruto jerked his chin to the doorway, said goodbye to Mikoto and stepped outside. Sasuke stomped after him.

"Oh! Sasuke! Please invite Sakura-chan to lunch! At two ne?"

Sasuke called back a stiff 'ok' and followed Naruto from the Uchiha Compound. Naruto looked pissed and Sasuke was in no mood to make conversation so instead, he looked around.

So, so many Uchiha around. So many familiar symbols. It scared him. It was amazing.

Naruto led Sasuke to the bridge, where he turned on him. "I'm gonna take a guess and say it was all your fault."

"What was?" Sasuke asked, keeping his tone bored.

Naruto opened his mouth to snap back but he stopped short. "Naruto!" Immediately, Sasuke came to attention at her voice. Sakura grabbed onto Naruto frantically. Naruto put a protective arm around her and Sasuke almost pulled her from him before he slapped the urge away. What the fuck.

"S-Sakura-chan? What is it?"

"He's here! Why is he-" she cut off, her eyes finally falling on Sasuke. She stepped out of Naruto's arms and paled, her eyes glued to Sasuke face. For a long moment, they stared at each other before Naruto spoke, awkwardly. "Uh, Sakura-chan, I was just bringing Sasuke to you so he could apologize." Naruto shoved Sasuke forward as he spoke.

Sakura looked like a frightened as her green eyes stared up at him. Sasuke looked down at her. All sorts of horrid and especially unwanted warm feelings swirling in his chest for her. Feelings he'd never experienced for her. Never wanted.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" she asked suddenly.

So he answered with what came naturally. "No, I wasn't wrong."

"No, you never are." she said slowly, and sounded surprised by it.

Suddenly, he had to look away from her gaze. Sasuke stared out to the water. Her voice did all sorts of things to him, especially when he was looking into her eyes and he had to remind himself that this wasn't real. This certainly wasn't the real Sakura. With that firm resolve, he spoke again. "My mother wants you at lunch. Two o'clock. Can you make it, Sakura?" he voice was low, too damn low. He wanted to groan in frustration. What was wrong with him? This was just Sakura! Haruno Sakura for fucks sake!

"Y-Yeah. Sure." she was shocked by the invitation, but he told himself he didn't care as he turned away and left them there. He needed to think. Alone.

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Sasuke didn't go home. Not yet. Instead, he wandered around Konoha. This was definitely Madara's Infinite Tsukuyomi. And so far, it seemed that Sasuke was the only one aware of it.

What Sasuke knew was the jutsu had been designed to recreate the world of truths, a prefect world in Madara's image, or his own idea of perfection. And apparently, that included the resurrection of the Uchiha clan. Sasuke also knew, from listening to Madara, that the Infinite Tsukuyomi had two main points,

1 - To make everyone inside unable to resist their new lives, to make them want what they have here and in that – forget all memories of their old lives.

2 - If they still had any memory of before, there will be a block placed on their minds which will cause them to have no knowledge of the Infinite Tsukuyomi or Madara after which point one will be in effect.

Apparently, these rules didn't apply to Sasuke it seemed. He wasn't affected by this world at all.

Still, nothing explained why he was attached to Haruno Sakura. Of course, Sasuke also knew that the Tsukuyomi was individually designed to give each person inside it what they always wanted to be happy. It had to be mutual between two people for the binding to take effect.

Mutual didn't begin to explain it. He sure as hell had never been in love with Sakura or felt anything of the sort. Maybe her feelings for him had been so strong that it balanced everything out. Sasuke doubted it thought, after all – he had tried to kill her. No way Sakura still loved him. Yes, it was definitely a fault in the jutsu itself.

With that decided, Sasuke thought it best to leave the decision of what to do for much later. He couldn't deal with that just yet.

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Sasuke returned home a little before lunch time. Itachi was already seated at the table, having casual conversation with their mother when Sasuke entered the kitchen.

"I presume all is well with our Sakura-chan?" Itachi asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"My Sakura-chan." Sasuke snapped before he could stop himself and he immediately clamped his lips shut. What was that? Why couldn't he control these crazy impulses?!

"You did make up with her, didn't you?" Mikoto asked, wiping her hands dry on a dish cloth.

Sasuke stared at the table and was saved by a knock at the door.

"Oh," Mikoto smiled, "That must be her now!"

Mikoto rushed out to answer the door and Sasuke listened in intently. "Sakura-chan! I'm so glad you came! Sasuke has been in a foul mood since he came in last night." There was a pause. "Oh, won't you forgive him? I know it's a little early but it was the same with Fugaku and I, if you-"

Sasuke felt a slight panic, Sakura couldn't know about the stupid engagement! "Mother, please." He called, feigning calm and sounding exasperated.

"Alright, alright," she called back, before she stepped into the kitchen with Sakura and Sasuke hated how his eyes found her's as soon as she came into his field of vision.

"My husband was called up with work." Mikoto explained to Sakura and Sasuke tensed at the mention of his father – who he had yet to see. Sakura sat down next to him. Sasuke watched Itachi watching Sakura and there was a slight calculation in his eyes.

"Stop looking at her like that," Sasuke said sharply. Oh, for Kami's sake! It was like he had no control of himself!

"Like what, little brother?" Itachi asked, an innocent glint in his eyes.

"Like that." Sasuke said through clenched teeth, glaring at Itachi. "It's none of your business."

Itachi simply raised an eyebrow.

It was so familiar that Sasuke had to look away. Everything was so familiar and it hurt so much.

"Itachi. Sasuke. Not at the table." Mikoto chastised as she set the dishes out in front of them before taking a seat next to Itachi. "Itadakimasu!"

Lunch, much like breakfast, was wonderful. It had been a really long time since Sasuke ate anything this delicious.

"Hmmm," Sakura moaned next to him and Sasuke's head whipped to her. Her eyes were closed, her head slightly turned upward and her cheeks filled with food. She looked…pretty. Sasuke looked away, trying to hide the sour look on his face at his thoughts.

"This is so great." Sakura said to Mikoto.

"I think you should join us for dinner too."

"Mother." Sasuke said, Sakura could absolutely not join them. Not with his father there. He had no idea what would happen.

"Sasuke." His mother said, clearly not backing down. Sasuke sighed, giving up too quickly and returning to his meal. Sasuke's eyes went to Sakura's hands as she ate her food.

Did he really have sex? With Sakura no less? Sasuke had never had sex before. But a part of him had no doubt that Sakura's strength would be wonderful. He'd heard Suigetsu talking about sex many times, and even about Sakura once. He'd said that Sakura would no doubt have lots of stamina and would easily be able to 'keep up with him'. Whatever that meant. Sasuke had naturally silenced him with a look that had for some reason made Suigetsu laugh.

Mikoto collecting the dishes snapped Sasuke out of his impure thoughts and he cursed himself once more for his lack of control. Itachi had left without Sasuke noticing.

The sight of his mother washing up reminded him so much of his childhood that Sasuke for the first time thought he might actually cry. He immediately killed that thought.

"Well, I'm off to the market. Kiss and make up while I'm out, ok?" Mikoto half-glared at Sasuke and kissed Sakura's cheek before she left. And Sasuke and Sakura were alone.

Sasuke refused to look at her. What could he even say?

"Did you use the Sharingan on me?" she demanded. What? What was she on about now?!

"It doesn't matter." Sasuke told her, getting up and walking away. Maybe she would just leave.

"The hell it doesn't!" she followed, of course she would. "How could you?!"

Not to mention Sasuke had no idea what she was talking about. "Are we going to fight again, Sakura?" he asked, suddenly feeling weary.

Sakura's green eyes watched him, doing things to him again.

"I suppose not." She said finally and he made himself look away after a brief nod. His heart was beating faster and faster now, what was going on?

"Forget it then." He told her tightly, turning away again.

"You're angry about something else. I can tell." Her voice was soft, heating his skin in a way that he'd never experienced before but her words angered him and Sasuke spun around, facing her and stopped short of snapping at her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her wide green eyes staring up at him, and her lips parted. Oh, fuck it.

"Sakura…" his voice did that thing again, where it was lower than he'd wanted it. "Don't talk." And then, surprising them both. He kissed her. Sakura made a startled sound as he pulled her close. Her body against his. Sasuke had never kissed anyone before. This was instinct that he would curse himself for later. But right now, she just felt so, so good against him. Sakura moaned when their tongues collided and the heat that Sasuke had felt before intensified. He couldn't control himself and in the moment – he didn't want to. All conscious thought and reason escaped him. All he knew was Sakura. He wanted more of her.

Sakura grabbed at his hair and Sasuke growled as he kissed her. More. He needed more. Sasuke pushed her down onto the couch, getting on top of her as he did. Sakura's response to him was magnificent. Sasuke's hands moved over her, under her shirt and up, up, up.

In the back of his mind – he knew he probably shouldn't be doing this…but he couldn't care.

His hand skimmed the bottom curve of her breast and then taking a leap, he cupped it in his hand. Sakura gasped, her eyes snapping open, and Sasuke stared down at her as he let his thumb brush over her nipple. Sakura made a sweet little sound, her eyes closing and her head falling back. Sasuke kissed down her jaw and into her neck, his tongue licking over her. Sakura moaned lowly, her hips bucking up into his, creating a glorious friction against his hardness. Sasuke paused, hot pleasure sending shocks up and down his spine. He was breathing in hard pants. Sakura moaned at the contact arching up into him, their bodies connected again and Sasuke let out a deep groan before he slammed his lips back on to her's and his hips pressed down into her own. He began rubbing himself against her. Her body was so hot beneath his as she moved against him.

Now, of course, for someone who had completely skipped out on what they called 'puberty'. This was all new. Of course, he'd woken up with the occasional early bird…down there, but a cold shower had always taken care of the problem. Now – if he'd known it was this wonderful, he would have done this a long time ago. The thought of other girls wasn't appealing. So maybe, it was Sakura.

"Sasuke-kun," she whispered, her lips brushing his. Yes, it was Sakura. How had he never known this before? Maybe, yes, she was just a girl from his past that he might have written off way too soon. But she was more. At least in this way. She was so much more. A frustrated groan escaped her lips. She wanted him, he could see it on her face and he chuckled. He slipped his hand from her breast and trailed it down her heated skin, brushing her hip bone and heading even lower. He wanted to touch her…there. And he wanted her to touch him too. Fuck, he wanted all of her. He wanted to feel her skin against his. Naked and slick and wet. Her eyes met his and he saw the same feelings in them before she squeezed them shut and gave another moan.

And then, it was like someone threw a bucket of ice water down the front of his pants.

His father had arrived.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

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Sorry for the late update. I had a horrid appointment at the dentist. Tooth ache and whatnot. Needles should not go anywhere near my mouth. Ugh.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this little version of Sasuke's POV. Read and REVIEW!

Just wanted to say a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed so far! Lots of hugs to you guys!

Zana-Lee

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