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Title: Just A Bad Dream
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke
Prompt: 096. Writer’s Choice.
Word Count: 481 words
Rating: R
Summary: His tongue feels like lead in his mouth and he can feel every pore on his body clogging with sweat.
His tongue feels like lead in his mouth and he can feel every pore on his body clogging with sweat. It hurts, why does everything hurt? He whimpers against the fever overtaking his system, barely recognizing the hand petting his hair slowly and sure. Soothing, a part of his mind not consumed with pain thinks. “We missed you so much Sasuke-kun.”
He hears the voices. The voices always come, never giving him peace. “When will you wake up, Sasuke?”
Don’t they understand why he can’t answer? His eyes feel dry and achy, and he believes if he had not lost the will to feel years ago he would be crying. “Wake up! Why won’t you wake up, bastard?”
Fists beat against his chest and cold tears that are not his own pelt down his cheeks. “Come back, Sasuke…”
He wants to speak. He wants to tell Sakura to stop crying. He wants Naruto to train with him and stop calling him a bastard. He wants everything to go back to they way it was. He wants so many things… He came back, wasn’t that enough? He won’t leave anymore. He can’t. He couldn’t even find the will to move. Why can’t he move?
The jutsu, he remembers. He can feel it taking hold of his mind, again.
He gasps. The truth is he wants to make it stop. His body convulses and shakes, as his blood boils inside of his veins. His teeth grind together and he thinks he just bit through his tongue. The straps bite into his tender wrists harshly and he screams. Blood runs from the corners of his lips and he slips blissfully into unconsciousness.
His eyes are wide open, glazed, and dull. Sakura wraps her arms around herself and huddles at the edge of the bed. “Where are you, Sasuke-”
“Scream,” says Itachi wiping the sweat away from his brow.
He shudders as the last of the convulsions rack through his body, leaving his wrists raw and chafed from scraping against the metal cuffs holding him down from the ceiling. The chains clank against the stone wall as he tries to regain his tender footing. He fingers the chain and staggers, falling back against the wall.
He avoids looking across the room, for he knows Itachi will be watching. He is always watching.
Fingers grip his chin, forcing him to look at that face. Into those eyes. He tries to turn his head away but fails. Itachi was, is always stronger. The Mangekyou Sharingan pierces through the last of his defenses, “Scream.”
He screams. Oh does, he scream.
He shoots up in his sleeping bag, with a scream lodged inside of his throat and his breathing coming out in gasps.
“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asks timidly. “Are you okay?”
He blinks and shakes his head. “Fine.”
“Are you sure?”
He scowls but nods nonetheless. “Just a bad dream.”
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Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke
Prompt: 096. Writer’s Choice.
Word Count: 481 words
Rating: R
Summary: His tongue feels like lead in his mouth and he can feel every pore on his body clogging with sweat.
His tongue feels like lead in his mouth and he can feel every pore on his body clogging with sweat. It hurts, why does everything hurt? He whimpers against the fever overtaking his system, barely recognizing the hand petting his hair slowly and sure. Soothing, a part of his mind not consumed with pain thinks. “We missed you so much Sasuke-kun.”
He hears the voices. The voices always come, never giving him peace. “When will you wake up, Sasuke?”
Don’t they understand why he can’t answer? His eyes feel dry and achy, and he believes if he had not lost the will to feel years ago he would be crying. “Wake up! Why won’t you wake up, bastard?”
Fists beat against his chest and cold tears that are not his own pelt down his cheeks. “Come back, Sasuke…”
He wants to speak. He wants to tell Sakura to stop crying. He wants Naruto to train with him and stop calling him a bastard. He wants everything to go back to they way it was. He wants so many things… He came back, wasn’t that enough? He won’t leave anymore. He can’t. He couldn’t even find the will to move. Why can’t he move?
The jutsu, he remembers. He can feel it taking hold of his mind, again.
He gasps. The truth is he wants to make it stop. His body convulses and shakes, as his blood boils inside of his veins. His teeth grind together and he thinks he just bit through his tongue. The straps bite into his tender wrists harshly and he screams. Blood runs from the corners of his lips and he slips blissfully into unconsciousness.
His eyes are wide open, glazed, and dull. Sakura wraps her arms around herself and huddles at the edge of the bed. “Where are you, Sasuke-”
“Scream,” says Itachi wiping the sweat away from his brow.
He shudders as the last of the convulsions rack through his body, leaving his wrists raw and chafed from scraping against the metal cuffs holding him down from the ceiling. The chains clank against the stone wall as he tries to regain his tender footing. He fingers the chain and staggers, falling back against the wall.
He avoids looking across the room, for he knows Itachi will be watching. He is always watching.
Fingers grip his chin, forcing him to look at that face. Into those eyes. He tries to turn his head away but fails. Itachi was, is always stronger. The Mangekyou Sharingan pierces through the last of his defenses, “Scream.”
He screams. Oh does, he scream.
He shoots up in his sleeping bag, with a scream lodged inside of his throat and his breathing coming out in gasps.
“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asks timidly. “Are you okay?”
He blinks and shakes his head. “Fine.”
“Are you sure?”
He scowls but nods nonetheless. “Just a bad dream.”
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