When Sasuke wakes, it's on a hard surface in a damp cool room. He is bound fully. Arms wrapped around his front, hands pressed into his sides, legs wrapped together. He's bound so tight, he can barely wiggle his fingers. The top half of his face is also bound, obscuring his vision. Everything hurts, but the thrumming in his head is most prevalent. it makes his mouth water and his stomach turn. But he bites back the urge to vomit and tries to throw his senses outward past the throbbing in his head.

From what he can tell he is in a cell. Where? He is uncertain but he wouldn't put it past them to send him straight to maximum security after the mess he made. Water is dripping somewhere, it's tap... tap... tap against the floor seems distant but echoes. The area is larger in space, probably a whole block of cells. He can hear breathing but he's not sure if it's guards or other prisoners. His chakra network has been sealed away along with all his abilities. He's in the dark and stuck here till someone decides what they want to do with him.

And that's fine, he can wait.

He doses lightly and shifts to try and alleviate the discomfort of his body now and again, though it helps little. And thinks back to what he saw when everything went wrong.

Was that his brother?

Was he here, alive, breathing, and walking around in this universe?

Or was it just a trick used to throw him off guard? It's not exactly uncommon knowledge that he and his brother had a skewed relationship.

He remembers the man Itachi was talking to just before he lost consciousness.

Was that Naruto?

Was he the one to take him out?

It would make sense, he was probably the only one who could get one up on him other than his brother.

However, that doesn't change the fact that this whole world is wrong, that it shouldn't exist. And thinking about it just seemed to make his head hurt worse. He didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't going to find out until he could get out of this cell.

He tried to calm his mind and get some rest.

His light dose is disturbed by footsteps slowly approaching his cell. The newcomer stops just outside and asks. "Is he awake?"

He hears shifting and "Probably." says a lower, more gruff voice. "He regained consciousness a while ago. Though he hasn't done much except shift a bit, here and there."

"Bring him." The other replies after a moment.

More movement is heard and the clanking and scrape of a door being opened. More footsteps and he is roughly pulled upward by two people, dragged from his cell and down the corridor. The sound of another door being opened and the atmosphere in the room changes as they pass through it. It feels grim and sterile like so many atrocities have happened here yet someone worked hard to try and cover it up. it clung to the air and clogged up your senses.

Sasuke is immediately on edge, trying not to think too hard about what he may have to endure.

Another door is opened and another immediately after, both shut and locked behind them before he is roughly seated in a chair. The two who dragged him here then walk a few paces to his left and stop, to stand next to undoubtedly the only exit in the room.

Sasuke sat up straight and said nothing. Waiting for them to make the first move. After a few moments, he heard someone sigh and shift a bit, before asking.

"Who are you?"

It's the gruff one again. Sasuke says nothing, contemplating whether or not he should even answer.

"I'll ask you again. Who are you." He says after a pause. It's not a question anymore, but still, Sasuke says nothing.

It's obvious who he is, he had reacted to his name earlier, to his brother calling out to him. At this point they just want him to talk.

"Sasuke Uchiha," he answers after another moment.

And no one says anything, they sit in silence for some time before someone else finally speaks.

"Sasuke Uchiha is currently out on a mission, and his presence there has been confirmed." The voice is hard, and so familiar, but he can't place it.

There's movement to his right, and a presence leans in close. "Do you want to try again, or are we going to have to take answers from you?"

"Whether I repeat myself or you rip the answer out of my head, nothing changes."

"Alright then." The presence moves away, and another steps forward and takes a place in front of him. He can hear some shifting around the room as a hand places itself on his forehead, fingers gently working into his hair. Before everything, again, goes black.