Disclaimer: Kishimoto is the owner of Naruto.

How to react the moment you open your eyes and find yourself standing in a room, a very simple wooden room with a single messy white bed. Usually would be confusing the first emotion but after the initial look, my head registered more gruesome details that omitted before.

Like a bleeding body next to the bed and a large scaly maimed body spread all over the floor, the warm blood flowing like a river touching my toes.

It was no surprise that my legs gave out.

But that made matters even worse.

My body and clothes got drenched with all that river of death, my hands could tell the texture of the blood as it lost temperature and going through the process of solidification on my skin.

I brought up both hands and stared at the pure red dripping on my legs.

I didn't have any voice left in me, I could only look in a mixture of disbelief and shock. Hearing my heartbeat pounding my chest like a drum, and forming a tight knot around my throat preventing me to refresh my lungs which demanded air.

But my torture didn't end and when pain invaded my head the knot was loosened allowing me to scream everything that I had been bottling up inside me for a while. Even with the absurd amount of agony I could understand something, I could somehow see through my agony how my mind was being forced images after images reason why the pain was so barely passable.

But my body, myself, had a limit.

And my vision finally went dark, yet even in the darkness that engulfed me, I felt warm, a warm feeling that gave comfort as if I was inside a bed about to sleep.

And it was nice.

However, that was a very short-lived moment.

Or perhaps it wasn't, waking up from unconsciousness in the afflicted perspective felt like a blink.

The light in my eyes returned but not immediately, first everything was blurry and there was resistance from them fully open, moments later they adapted and I found myself staring at the monotone grey ceiling barely illuminated by a lamp for a long while.

The surface where I was laying felt different from before, it was no longer warm but sticky and every time I tried to move I felt like I was glued to it and the worst part was not even a couple of minutes before being attacked again the same headache that caused me to lose consciousness.

My hands wanted me to rip apart my head and skull to somehow stop the agony that was happening inside.

Before I endured, but now I was openly crying my hands drenched with my tears of impotence because there was so much a person could endure before succumbing to despair.

If living was going to be eternal suffering then why live in the first place?

Despite being perfectly aware that suicidal thoughts aren't healthy I couldn't care less, that pain was just that horrible until it was gone.

I didn't understand at first how it was gone but with the pain no longer making me go suicidal my mind could get some clarity to understand, to grasp my reality around me again.

And noticed a man above me with long silver hair was looking down at me through his round glasses, his hand was glowing; that hand was touching my forehead. Somehow I could understand, with all my thoughts in disarray I could understand that it was thanks to him that I was no longer in pain.

"Kabuto…" I muttered, I did recognize him and knew about him in so many aspects but that didn't matter because the true question to ask, what was I doing next to him?

How could he even exist?

"Who am I talking to?" He asked.

However, I did not answer him instead I grabbed his wrist stopping him from what was he doing and almost immediately the pain returned but with a lot less intensity, it was bearable and I could compare it with a hangover at most.

"Who are you?" He insisted.

I was getting the picture, understanding what was happening to me and I knew what I needed to say next to that man.

"I'm myself and nobody else."

"Is...is he dead?" His voice failed him as he looked at me with wide eyes filled with despair.

I slowly pulled myself up from the floor and tried to shake the dust from my clothes but dried blood was outright impossible, despite the shitty situation I managed to form a smile when our eyes connected.

"Isn't that obvious?" My reply sent Kabuto on his knees in an instant, his eyes became empty and his body lost his soul with all the support that could drive him forward in life.

I examined him while I circled him, he was indeed Kabuto Yakushi.

My mind was assaulted again by the headache accompanied by distorted images but there was one thing that sticks from the rest.

I couldn't tell but my hands went to my waist and grabbed a handle and pulled, my hands unconsciously acted according to that particular idea, revealing a blade in all of its glory.

A quite beautiful crafted katana.

I looked at my weapon and then to the pathetic form of Kabuto one more time before my muscles moved and delivered a swift slash towards his neck.

He didn't move or even react.

One swift and clean cut that send his head flying with a trail of blood following, his body collapsing on the floor as blood flowed like a river repainting the area of red once again.

I executed him.

But I wasn't feeling different, much to my utter confusion soon turned into fear because I couldn't understand myself.

I sat there on the spot alone.

Drowned in my thoughts who knows how long I spent inside that room with the stench of the dead becoming stronger by the minute after the addition of a new fresh body.

But at that time I could finally organize everything to some degree for my better understanding, but I needed confirmation anything would do to satisfy my doubts. But after another look at my surroundings, I didn't find anything that could be used as a mirror.

Until I remember my katana on my waist, without thinking it twice I unsheathed it again and cleaned it with my robes and tried to see my reflection but it was too dark. There were two lamps, one next to the humanoid body of Orochimaru and the other was above me.

I stood up and walked towards the bed but I stopped right next to it when I noticed that the corpse was giving me creeps. I had to drag the body next to Kabuto's before I returned to the bed and take a seat, the illumination was different.

And when I brought up the katana again I could see the reflection of my body without issue, so without wasting more time I shifted the position of my blade so I could finally see my face.

In front of me, a pair of onyx eyes stared back to me, a black spiky with bangs that hang on both sides of my fair-skinned face that roughly frame my cheeks.

I could only recall those exacts physical characteristics from one particular character.

But how in the world did I end up as Sasuke Uchiha?

More questions that require an immediate answer but with all those memories finally settling down, the whole scenario started to make a lot of sense.

Orochimaru has been physically killed and spiritually defeated by Sasuke, me.

The next thing to do was to look for my future Team who I would use to track down Itachi and then kill him.

While it sounded easy enough the execution would be complicated to say at least, starting with those 3 who might notice something amiss.

And Itachi would notice it right away.

In other words, I would be in deep shit.

I needed to adapt fast and recover before trying anything, the killer headache was a prominent problem but not understanding my body new functions such as chakra was a more serious issue.

I didn't know any place where I could properly recover, Orochimaru hideouts weren't an option since he was dead and sooner or later others would come to raid and ransack the locations.

Towns would draw unnecessary attention.

And ninja villages would be problematic to deal with.

However, Konoha wanted me back.

Such a simple fact gave me enough foundation to work on.

Besides, Naruto was stupidly obsessed with me about being his best friend so he would do everything in his power to help me re-integrate the village as smooth as possible, along with Sakura.

Once there I could solve a couple of my problems and get some proper rest, and hopefully, I could get Tsunade to heal my headache.

It was a rather good plan and the execution was simple as well but it all depended on a chance, a possibility of how they would react about my sudden arrival even with Naruto's help it all would depend on Tsunade herself.

But honestly speaking?

I had no other idea of what to do.

I was still confused about waking up and hijacked Sasuke's body, if it wasn't such a violent awakening and suffering then I probably would have been excited about the whole thing.

I laid down on the messy bed and stretched my arms soon realizing how tired I actually felt after the whole ordeal, even if there were literally corpses next to me my mind didn't seem to care or be bothered about those grim facts, I only wanted a quick rest before going forward about what I wanted to do next.

But I was sure of one thing, I was not going to waste such a chance.

Who knew what was laying ahead of me?

I was intrigued to say at least.

AN: I shouldn't be doing this honestly speaking, It is not good to create a new story when you already have one ongoing but what can I say?

Well, I can say that the next update for the other story is coming soon and that this one is more like a side project to have fun with common tropes that I won't be implementing in my other story or at least in vast amounts that this one.

This is kinda like a test.

This won't be so focused on schemes and all the complicated stuff, it will be more easy-going and I will be having a bit of fun with messing with an OP MC from the start.