(This is not a new chapter, but I just revised the first one! It flows A LOT better now, so you might consider re-reading it! :D)

Hey everybody! Here is another Narusasu. I know my other stories are on hiatus at the moment, but I came up with this idea all of a sudden last night, and my fingers just started to itch to write! Hopefully this inspiration will manifest within my other stories as well!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, I wouldn't make the innocent brotherly bond between Naruto and Sasuke so innocent anymore. Heehee -

Warning: This is a yaoi story, so there will be Boy on Boy action and lemons later on. You have been forewarned. Mostly Narusasu, but there is also an implied NaruHaku. This is un-betaed so bear with the mistakes please!

Naruto-17

Sasuke-16

Itachi-18

Regular Font- In the past with Sasuke

Bold Font- In the present/future with Naruto

-Chapter 1: Whirling Worlds-

"Good morning, Mother," Uchiha Sasuke briskly made his way down the staircase as he greeted his mother in the kitchen, adjacent to the stairwell.

"Morning. Sleep well, dear?" Sasuke's mother turned back towards the sink and scrubbed the cast-iron pan with her sponge held by floppy yellow washing gloves. Her hair was impeccable, as usual, and her summer dress sat perfectly pressed and starched against her proud frame.

"Yes, Mother," he replied while sitting himself in his place at the table. No one else was in the kitchen... yet. Picking up a slice of perfectly golden toast, he spread a bit of homemade jam across its surface and listened to the scrape of the knife against the grain of the bread.

"Hi-ya, Mom!" Came the overly zealous voice of his elder brother. Itachi settled down across from Sasuke's place at the table and started talking about the dream he had had before he woke up. Sasuke glanced at his brother while plopping the last morsel of his toast into his mouth. Itachi was waving around a French toast stick while describing the- what was it?- oh yes, "most gosh-darn gorgeous car" he had ever seen. Ever.

Sasuke let his brother rattle on, until the door connecting to the yard opened, admitting the two brothers' father, Uchiha Fugaku. Even while slightly casually dressed, in a button up shirt with sleeves rolled up his forearms and tie loosened around his neck, the head of the Uchiha household was a figure to be reckoned with. Itachi's mouth silenced itself immediately, and instead opted for the French toast stick in between his fingers.

"Good morning, Father," both brothers chanted together. Fugaku nodded and shut the door with a snap. His other hand held the morning paper. Sitting at the head of the table, Fugaku flicked the newspaper open and began reading the new day's stock-market activities. Mikoto, ever the diligent wife, placed a steaming mug of coffee to Fugaku's right and with a chaste kiss on his cheek, resumed her dish-washing.

"Market's up today," Fugaku muttered to no one in particular, and everyone murmured their acknowledgement.

"Mornin', Ma!" the blonde young man yelled from the bathroom which was squeezed between their bedrooms. Only silence was returned to his cheery greeting. Sighing, Naruto began to brush his teeth. Once done he took a peek into his mom's room and found it empty. Cursing, he made his way to their modest living room-slash-kitchen.

Naruto found his mom passed out on the couch, with a 'discrete' bottle of Wild Turkey lovingly nestled in the crook of her arm. Naruto scanned the mess around her with an observant eye. He had to assess the damage. There were several empty packs of pain killers strewn upon the coffee table, and a few had found themselves resting near her slipper-ed feet.

Finding the same bag she had bought and brought the medicine home with her last night, he began jamming the trash into it. He tried to pry the bottle from her fingers, but they subconsciously tightened around the glass. Naruto looked up into her face, and found the drug-induced stupor in place, not the drunken one. The bottle was hardly empty at all, so he guessed she had popped the pills and before her drinking was thoroughly underway she blanked out.

Trying to yank the bottle from her grasp, her whole body then curled itself around the bottle.

"Fine! Keep the damn bottle! See if I care," Naruto stalked to the fridge and peeled the door open. The stink of spoiled milk reached his nose and Naruto gagged. Guess I'm not having any breakfast.

Picking up his black and silver studded back-pack, he swung it over his head to rest against his shoulder and across his chest. The frayed strap dug into his shoulder and got tangled in the wholes of his fishnet shirt, until he was forced to place his hand in between the stubborn strap and his clothes.

Sighing yet again, he cracked the front door to his and his mother's apartment open. Before leaving for another day of school, he took a last look at his mother, "Have a good day, Ma." The strangled tone of his voice tried to hold back the sound of pain and what he really wanted to say... Have a safe day, Ma.

Sasuke strolled down the hallway, jock's jacket slung over his shoulder supremely. Konoha High was a haven against the constant bore of his home-life. This was where he stood on top; where everyone worshipped his very existence. His brown loafers set a tap-tap against the shining wooden parquet of the school's floors and the very sound alerted those near of his approach. Sasuke halted these peoples' speech, stopped their actions, stopped their hearts (or at least made the beating match his footsteps). Everyone was revolved around him. This is my time. This is MY world.

There were the classes, the teachers, the crushes, and the friends. Sasuke could wrap each and every one of those fundamentally high school-concepts around his pale finger. Life was good.

Naruto trudged his ass along the hallway trying to avoid the glares and occasional winks. His elbow was getting sore from being in the same position (still keeping the damnable strap away from his precious fishnet shirt). His best friends, Gaara and Kiba, were flanking his sides as they made their way through this pit of hell known as Konoha High. Man had this institution fallen! This place used to be the pride of town, hadn't it?

Naruto snorted as he looked at the shape it had become. Faded tiles, the most sickening shade of puke-green, and torn posters held up merely by their rapidly deteriorating 'motivating messages'.

There were friends, and there were enemies. Life was- well, it was just life. Just existing.

Sasuke followed a few of his buddies into the locker room's showers. They were tired and sweaty from a grueling football practice. Sasuke dumped his leather helmet, along with his shoulder pads onto a bench. With the back of his hand he wiped his brow, now blackened by the dirt speckled there. The coach made his way into the shower room, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips (he wasn't aloud to smoke on campus) and good-naturedly slapped Sasuke's back.

"Good work, Sasuke! I hope all of you will be half as hard-working as Sasuke here. Take a good shower boys, you've earned it." Once coach Sarutobi had stepped from the room, one of Sasuke's better friends, Hyuuga Neji, nodded in approval of Sasuke's game-play as he stripped himself from his soiled uniform.

"If you keep this up, Sarutobi will discharge all of us and let you play all positions, Sasuke," Neji conversed sarcastically as he turned on the spray of his shower-head.

Sasuke smirked, "We would probably win more that way," he goaded.

Neji sighed in exasperation shaking his head, "Sometimes I wonder where that never ending ego of yours sprang from." Reaching for the soap, Sasuke paused to listen to some Sophmore from the J.V. team yell. Trying to block out the jazz from a blaring radio, he tilted his head to hear the kid better.

"I SWEAR! I saw him leaning into this guy by the lockers," the kid that yelled admonished.

"Who was this again? Zabuza, you say?" The other kid breathed, seemingly uninterested, while lathering himself up.

"No, you idiot! Itachi! Uchiha Itachi!"

"What?! No way. Stop pulling my leg, Konohamaru."

"I'm not lying. Itachi was leaning into this blonde guy, who was holding a clay pot, and pinned him against the lockers. They were this close to ki-" The hand that had put a smidgen of space between Konohamaru's thumb and index finger was suddenly gripped by a tense hand. Konohamaru, startled, looked up to see the murderous glare of none other than Uchiha Sasuke. The Sophmore flinched in fear, and caved into himself.

"What was that?" Sasuke whispered, but was still far from being gentle.

"No-nothing! Gomen, Sasuke-senpai!"

Sasuke released the trembling boy, who, when free, fled from the showers. Sasuke stalked back to his shower stall, and scrubbed the soap over his chest as if nothing had happened. Neji glanced at Sasuke apprehensively. Everyone suspected the elder Uchiha of being a fruit-cake, but no one had ever seen the actual evidence of it. Nobody ever talked about those kinds of things; it was unheard of. I mean it was 1954 after all.

Naruto steered away from the shower room when all his other classmates flocked to them. Gym was finally over! Naruto sank onto a bench and absently kicked open his locker. He reached into it and pulled out a towel. Running the cloth over the back of his neck, he wiped the sweat from his heated skin. The sound of running water reached his ears, and a few of his classmates laughing voices.

Ugh! He wanted to take a shower so bad, but he couldn't risk it. The last time he had showered with the class after gym (which was two years ago) he had nearly gotten an erection. A whole lot of cold water and cursing remedied the unwanted stiffie, but he could never bring himself to shower with them again. Just in case.

It wasn't surprising news to him when he found out he was gay. A female who spent 85 percent of her time passed out either on the couch, bed, or toilet had pretty much dried up his attraction to women quite fast. This phenomenon did make gym quite an obstacle though.

What was he supposed to do? There was this cutie in his gym class; what was his name again? Haru? No. Oh yeah, Haku! Naruto grinned a bit mischievously... Haku-chaaaaaan! He was one delectable freshman alright. Naruto was lost in his fantasy of a showering Haku, when Chouji (a good friend of Naruto's) walked next to Naruto with nothing but a towel around his middle. Chouji opened his locker absentmindedly and then heard a thud. Chouji looked to find a dazed Naruto with his head in his gym locker.

"God Chouji, you just totally ruined the moooood!" Naruto agonizingly cried into the locker trying to block the burning image of a nude Chouji from his mind.

"Huh?" Chouji asked while rummaging around for his bag of potato chips in his locker. Naruto was still sulking inside the foul-smelling cubicle when Kiba jumped on his back.

"Yo, Narutooo! Guess who I saw in the shower- NAKED?!" Kiba knew he was gay and exactly those persons he was gay for.

Naruto looked back at Kiba with a dagger-like stare, "Shut-up Kiba! You are not helping."

"What's the big deal, Naruto?" Gaara's voice appeared and then the red-head himself rounded the corner, "Why don't you just tell the objects' of your affection how you feel? I mean, it is 2008 after all."

Sasuke veered off course and onto another road, to try and shake off his rabid group of fan-girls. Why did going home after school always have to be so hectic? It was supposed to be peaceful so you could wind down from the day's events, correct? Correct.

Naruto tried to take another road in order to prolong the walk home. Anything to keep this peaceful aura around him. He loved these walks; he could always think and be undisturbed in his musings. Stalling to get home to his juiced mom was just an added bonus, correct? Correct.

Sasuke stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street. He needed to get back on course to his house.

Naruto stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street. He needed to get to another wayward street to get off course from his house.

Sasuke didn't notice the honk of a horn until the Cadillac's grill was almost upon him. The guy didn't even swerve to avoid him.

-SCREECH-

Naruto didn't notice the boy in the middle of the street until the Toyota's honk was blaring at the kid to move. Laying with legs akimbo and ass on pavement, was a young guy with his arm over his head to block out the sun's rays. Aside from apparently chillin on the street, the guy looked a little unsteady.

"Get out of the street, you asshole! Hey kid, I said get outta the fuckin' street!" The toyota's driver screamed from his open window. Naruto ran over to the peculiar scene and slammed the guy's hood with his palms.

"Watch out for pedestrians, bastard! It's a fucking CROSSWALK! You could have killed him!" Naruto, fuming, turned away from the bastard-of-a-driver and tried helping up the guy still reeling on the ground.

"Hey, are you okay? You weren't hit were you?" Naruto gently propped the guy's arm around his shoulders and steered him to the sidewalk, while pointedly ignored the screech of tires as the asshole sped off to whatever hole he had crawled out from.

"No. I'm just fine and dandy," was the sarcastic reply. Naruto still couldn't see his face since his dark bangs covered them from view. Helping him sit on the curb, Naruto sat next to him warily. The blonde looked at the raven in worry, but he didn't look too bad. He wasn't bleeding or anything from what it looked like.

The raven, finally a little less dazed, looked up and at Naruto causing the breath to catch in Naruto's throat. This guy is- he's, well- uh- um, and all of Naruto's brain functions suddenly decided to take a coffee break. "You're hot," Naruto blurted out before he could stop himself. Clamping his hands over his untrustworthy mouth, Naruto's neck and face broke out into a raging blush.

"Yes, it is kind of warm out here," the raven stated honestly and looked up at the sky while Naruto let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the building across the road, Sasuke froze. He started to frantically look in either direction and realized the buildings looked different- they looked strange. They were all made of glass and had colorful signs that had unknown words plastered onto them like "Geek Squad," "Wal-mart," and "Comp USA."

Sasuke stood up abruptly. What in the world? He looked down at the boy who had helped him off the street and found a bizarrely clad ruffian looking back up at him. He had spiky hair going in every direction and was adorned with a few earrings along his ears and with one off center of his bottom lip. The blonde boy was wearing a ridiculous looking shirt that had tiny holes in it, and black pants that looked like a second skin. His belt had spikes in it and it had what looked like a few chains dangling from it. Who was this guy? Was he in some sort of cult or gang... or something?!

The thought of him being taken by a gang member into some sort of doom and gloom situation, led Sasuke to believe that this was the opportune moment for an escape route. It seemed like he had entered a strange part of town without realizing it and needed to get out of there fast. Sasuke suddenly began walking away from the blonde who stared dumbfounded at the retreating back of the beautiful new stranger.

Naruto jumped up from his seat and loped after the raven. "Hey, where are you going? Shouldn't you rest a bit longer? You almost got run over just now, you know." Maybe the dude hit his head. He seemed a bit out of it.

The raven suddenly turned to face Naruto, "I don't have or want any business with you, so kindly stop following me." And with that, the young man started to run down the sidewalk, looking every which way for some sort of recognizable sign.

"Wait! What? I'm just trying to help!" Naruto ran after the guy. He was probably way worse than he looked, maybe- maybe... Maybe he had a concussion!

Sasuke stopped again and glanced back at the blonde who was doubled over trying to catch his breath. The guy didn't seem to be trying to start anything, but instead seemed genuinely concerned for his safety.

"Where's Kazekage Street?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh? You're on it, man," Naruto said confusedly. The guy didn't even know where he was? Said dude looked around again with a surprised expression and then turned a heated glare back at him.

"This is not Kazekage Street. I live on that street, I think I'd know the street I live on."

"Hey, I'm not judging you, but this is Kaze' Street. Take a look," Naruto pointed to a street sign a little further down which clearly confirmed the blonde's statement. Sasuke's brow furrowed in confusion. What the hell is going on?! Is this some kind of joke? Or maybe I'm dreaming right now? Yeah, that's it.

Sasuke slapped himself in the face, hard. The sound echoed off the adjacent building's walls. Naruto gazed at the raven in shock, Is he losing it? Naruto motioned to grab his phone from his pocket, just in case.

Opening his eyes, Sasuke found he had not woken up. He was still where he was before, in this screwed up place that was supposed to be his street but was totally not his street. He felt defeated and alone and confused. Don't forget confused. Looking back up and down the street, the desperation threatened to overwhelm him. What was this place? Sasuke leaned up against a storefront window and slumped to the ground.

Naruto, concerned for this guy's health, hurriedly dropped to the raven's side, "Are you okay, what's wrong? Do you not know where you are?" There was silence in return. "I think I should take you to the hospital," Naruto stated and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. The raven eyed the contraption suspiciously.

Hospital? He felt fine. He didn't want to go to a hospital. He was fine. Wasn't he? This weird place, was not where he had been only a mere five minutes ago. A machine (Sasuke assumed it was a car) lumbered down the street, and Sasuke found that it was sleek but shaped differently from the cars he knew. It was like something out of a Sci-fi magazine his brother used to read. They were always stories or comics about the future, with flying saucers, flying cars, and robots... Wait a minute- It couldn't be. Could it?

Sasuke looked back at the blonde kid. He was still fiddling with whatever that hunk of plastic was. Out of all this confusion, the only thing Sasuke knew, really knew, was that he did not want to go to another strange place- especially not to some strange hospital.

"I feel fine. I don't want to go to a hospital. Please," Sasuke pleaded but without any begging or emotion in his voice of course. He was an Uchiha, after all. The boy looked up, warily meeting Sasuke's eyes. The young man's eyes... Had they been that blue before? Maybe it was a trick of the light. Nonetheless, their depth of emotion and cerulean vastness had Sasuke momentarily mesmerized. Those same eyes shimmered in the dying light of the evening, and Sasuke suddenly realized the boy was trying not to cry. It could have been temporary loss of insanity on Sasuke's part, but he almost had the urge to stretch out his hand and stroke this very strange and foreign boy's cheek- keyword here is almost.

"Ar- are you sure?" the blonde said while his voice wavered. He cleared his throat, " Because you don't look very fine."

"No, it's alright. I wasn't hit by the car; I just fell from surprise, that's all," Sasuke assured to relieve this boy. Strangely, he didn't want the blonde to feel any worry or pain for his sake. Shaking the feeling off, Sasuke turned his attention back to his surroundings when he was sure the other wouldn't make him go to a hospital.

"What's your name?" The blonde asked as he too rested his back against the building.

"Uchiha Sasuke, and you are?"

"Uzumaki Naruto, pleased to meetchya!" He chirped up and smiled while his eyes crinkled shut. Sasuke's mouth dried up, and his heart beat a tad faster. Huh? What was this?

"Uzumake Naruto," Sasuke seemed to weigh the blonde's name upon his tongue, and Naruto suddenly became glad he was sitting since his legs probably would have turned to jelly while the raven said his name. The paler one of the two young men became silent and resumed watching the road, so Naruto found this a good time to study the hunk of a guy sitting next to him. Sasuke was wearing grey tweed slacks that road up past his ankles, while he sat, to reveal white silk socks. His shoes were genuine black leather loafers that looked uber-expensive, and his button up grey-blue shirt was tucked into a leather-belted waist. He looked straight out of the 50's, but hey, who was he to judge someone's fashion sense. (Not to mention he looked dead sexy and suave as such.) A knitted jacket/sweater was over the shirt, which was black with two light-blue stripes around each bicep and light-blue lettering. He remembered the back had the initials K.H. on it.

Naruto found this strange; it was his school's initials and colors, but he didn't remember ever seeing Sasuke around school nor even seeing such a sweater before.

"Do you go to Konoha High, Sasuke-kun?" Naruto asked innocently, while Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the lack of honorifics and first-name basis.

"Yes I do."

"So do I! That's great, we should hang out some time," Sasuke watched as Naruto went into the detailed description of where his friends and himself sat in the cafeteria and became even more confused. He didn't remember any of the things Naruto was saying being at K.H.

"Uzumaki-kun-"

"Call me Naruto, Sasuke-kun. Yes?"

"Uh- yeah. This may be a strange question, but-" Sasuke paused and debated whether he should ask or not, "what year is it?"

Naruto just stared at Sasuke. Was he serious? "Um, it's 2008."

Sasuke's mind started reeling and he felt quite dizzy all of a sudden. 2008? What? NO! It is not possible. Sasuke closed his eyes and pressed the palms of his hands against his eyelids, trying to ground himself against the oncoming hysteria.

"Sasuke?" Naruto asked, worried again. Sasuke tried to take it all in. He was in the future. Alone. With nobody.

Nobody.

Well, there was Naruto, but how was he going to help him? Naruto wouldn't believe anything if he tried to explain what had happened. He wasn't even sure what did happen or how it happened.

Sasuke weakly looked over at Naruto trying to comfort him. He was saying something, but Sasuke couldn't hear him. His sight was getting sort of blurry, and he felt nauseous all of a sudden.

All was black then.

Please comment and review so I can know how well this went!! If you want me to continue let me know!!

Thanks a bunches!!

DRAWINGWIND