Well, it's been awhile since I've uploaded. A Naruto fiction anyway, hasn't it? Alright, starting from here on out, it'll be only Naruto's point of view. Because not only will it confuse me as I write (Well, not really) but I find it better this way, then switching back and forth.

Pairings: SasuNaru

Warning: Language, and homosexual pairing. Please leave if you have any concerns towards this pair.

Living In a Nightmare

Chapter 4

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I don't remember how long I sat here, waiting. The clock was ticking loudly, the only sound that reach my ears. Everything else was silence, as though waiting for a sign. I sigh softly. How long have I been here? Why am I here? Where is here?

I remember waking up, only to find a stranger at the end of my bunk who suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into an embrace. It was strange. Awkward, really. I've heard about hugs between friends, but I didn't even know him. At least, I don't think so.

The door slammed open, snapping me out of my stupor as I snap my head upward and towards the sound. Two women stood there, followed by that familiar looking man who I've seen just this morning.

I cock my head to the side. I wonder what they were doing here? Isn't it late?

"Hello, my name is Tsunade and I shall be assisting you today," the woman with blond hair smiled, though her eyes remained sharp and calculating, all the while staring at me. I fidgeted, uncomfortable with her stare.

"Uh...hello," I replied back softly. I saw her eyes soften as she stared at me. I look down at my hands that rest by my lap. I wish she would stop staring at me. And she did. She took a glance at her clipboard before taking a seat on the chair next to the bed I sat on.

"Hmm, do yo remember anything at all? Your name? How you got here? Where you are?" I shook my head. I couldn't remember anything. "What's the last thing you remember?" I blink. What was the last thing I remember. I tried sorting through my memories, only to grit my teeth as unwanted pain flash through my eyes.

"I-I don't know." I bit my lower lip as fresh tears tried to break out. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I look up. It was that man from before.

"It's okay. You don't have to remember anything," he told me, his onyx eyes boring into my own. I wrench my view from his. It felt almost painful, just looking into his eyes as it holds deep pain and resentment. Towards me or towards himself, I don't know. I don't want to know either.

"Uchiha! What did I tell you about keeping quiet. It's your fault in the first place he...!" The blond woman roared, growling and snarling at him, furious. I shook quietly, not wanting my fear to be known. "Get out." I look up at her, only to see her glare at the other man, whom she had called 'Uchiha.'

"No." He, too, had glared back at her in rebellion. "I'm not going anywhere, not when he needs me." I need him? I don't even know who he is!

"The last thing- the last person he would want to see would be you! You're nothing but trouble. A fucking traitor!" I grimace at her choice of words. So vulgar. "If it hadn't been for you, none of this would have happened to him! You're the last thing he'd ever need!" She threw her clipboard at him, missing him by a few strands of hair. "Get out." He opened his mouth to retaliate, I suppose. "NOW!" He closed his mouth, glaring at her with all his might before sending me one last glance and straightened up to walk out.

Something pulled me, I suppose you can say. Before I knew it, my hand reached out and I pulled on his arm. I was shock, but not as shock as he was. He stared at me with a soft look in his eyes, one that made my heart melt. I saw the corners of his mouth tilt up, as though trying to form into a smile. I might not have known him for a long time, but even I could tell that he was someone who did not smile often. I think, somehow I think he was trying to comfort me with his eyes as he pulled his arm from my grasp, walking out after touching my cheek. I could still feel his touch burning as he walk out the door. I turn to face the other woman.

She had a disgusted look on her face, but I was pretty sure it wasn't towards me.

"Alright, lay down, brat. Let's get this procedure over and done with." I nodded slowly, wondering if she knew that she had called me a brat. Is it something she called everyone or is it just towards me? Why can't I remember anything?

I sat on my bed, pondering. That lady, Tsunade, and the other woman who I now know as Shizune, told me that I had amnesia. How I got it, I don't remember. They told me, that apparently I jumped off the cliff. At first, I thought about passing it off as a joke, that is, until I saw their faces. Both were solemn and serious, but watching my every movement.

I wonder what happened to have made me want to suicide, especially in that way. I-

A knock unfocused me from my train of thought. The door then opened, creaking on its way. It was that 'Uchiha' from before. Upon seeing me, he gave me a smirk, one that I could not return. How do you smirk? I gave him a small smile in return. I notice he was carrying some bags and he seem to have caught my stare, as he raise up his arms.

"I brought you something to eat. You're probably hungry by now and the food here isn't all that edible." I nodded at him, watching the bag intently. I wonder what he brought me. "It's ramen from Ichiraku Ramen stand." I quirk an eyebrow, he gave me an amuse smile. "You used to go there all the time." I did? How come I can't seem to remember? Oh right. Amnesia.

He grabbed a bowl and placed it in front of me. Pulling off the lid, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and put it into my hands. "Go ahead." I nodded, not knowing what to say. I dug in, savoring the taste. It was really good. Before I knew it, it was finished. Suddenly, another bowl was placed in front of me. "You always did eat a lot." I blink and grinned sheepishly before thanking him, stuffing myself with noodles and finishing it off with broth. Once I finished, I put down my chopsticks and sighed. That really was good. I look at him, only to realize that he hadn't eaten. He seem to have caught my confused look because he answered me.

"I already ate." Oh. I see. That answers everything. I look around awkwardly. There really wasn't anything to talk about.

"What's your name?" I asked in a low voice. He look at me with a surprise look in his eyes, before looking depress.

"I forgot." I blink. He forgot his name? "I forgot that you don't remember anything now. My name's Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. Pleasure," he said, doing a little bow in the end. I couldn't help it. I giggled at his actions. The outburst seem to have caught him off-guard. He chuckled along with me, before looking at the clock.

"I have to go now." I look down at my hands. I don't want to be left alone. And this man seems to know a lot about me. I felt someone pat me on my head. "I'll be back tomorrow, alright?" I nodded, not looking at him. I heard a sigh and the rustling sound of bags, then the sound of the door creaking open. "I'll see you later." Then the door closed before I could reply.

"Bye," I whisper into the dark. I really was alone now. Especially without my memories.