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[saucey]

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke [sauceytomato] and YOU
When: Dreamscape Week, March 6-12
Where: Sasuke's mind
Rating: TBD
Summary: You + Sasuke + Rhode/Lucifer/Animus = dreaming together.

Whether you intended to step into the house or not, it doesn't matter. Just don't forget to take off your shoes at the door. Some might be able to recognize the Japanese-styled house instantly — Sasuke's old home. That's exactly where you are, but given the amount of dust covering the floorboards, it's not his previous Adstringendum home.

Welcome to the Uchiha Manor.

There are pictures hung on the walls throughout the house, showing the mundane, the memorable, the horrible moments of Sasuke's life. Turn down a hallway and you'll find several doors, some clean, white – just as simple shogi doors should be. Others, however, appear to be torn, broken, and stained. Upon closer inspection, it's blood that covers a good portion of the white paper. Peeking inside through the holes in the doors shows nothing but a black void, however.

What's your decision? Do you go in one of these doors, or venture further in the house?

[[ Explanation. ]]

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CLEAN SHOGI DOORS

[saucey]

Monday

[iceandivory.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya was eerily quiet as he began to traverse the familiar household. He knew where he was, and it both angered and calmed him. If Sasuke was dreaming, maybe he was okay for now. Maybe. If he wasn't...

The young shinigami took a deep breath before sliding open one of the clean doors, preparing himself for anything but hoping for some sign of Sasuke's safety, a sign Hitsugaya could help him.

[saucey]

When the door opened, Hitsugaya would find Sasuke simply leaning against the wall next to the door, the room itself bare. Sasuke pushed himself off of the wall to greet whoever it was walking into his dream, and the relief on his face was obvious when he saw that it was Toushirou.

"Hey, you." Despite the situation Sasuke was currently in, he didn't seem to really care with his boyfriend finally here.

[iceandivory.livejournal.com]

He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until he saw Sasuke push off from the wall and let it all out at once. The relief was just as prominent in Hitsugaya's expression as he moved toward his boyfriend, though along with the relief was an obvious undertone of mistrust. Sasuke would be able to see it in the strange half-smile, one eye brow inclined in what might have been a question.

He knew what this was. This might not even be the real Sasuke, just a projection or symbolism.

"Hey," he finally ventured in reply. "You're not dead."

I hope this is okay.

[saucey]

"'Course. No clue what the hell happened, but I'm still breathing, y'know." Sasuke gave a casual shrug and slipped his hands in his pocket. "I don't know what happened, just that I can't seem to wake up."

He toed the floorboards before just glancing into the empty room. Before he even knew it, the scene changed to one that they would both recognize: The Cinema. And it was working. Sasuke seemed at least somewhat entranced by the scene before them, and before Hitsugaya could saw anything he ran off to meet his "boyfriend" for their movie date.

Can you feel the sudden nervousness from Sasuke, taichou?

BLOODY SHOGI DOORS

[saucey]

Re: BLOODY SHOGI DOORS

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Usagi runs towards the bloodied doors, alarmed immediately. "Is someone in there?"

She almost doesn't dare look, except she has to try to open them. If someone's injured, they may need help.

I hope this is okay. Didn't know what you'd want her to see.

[saucey]

Once the door is open, Usagi will find herself no longer in Sasuke's house. Instead, it's a forest, dark and sinister by appearance that's matched by the unsafe feeling it gives. Should she step inside, she'll end up in one of the many trees, on one of its many abnormally thick branches.

The sound of crashing can be heard in the distance, almost as if someone was fighting somewhere within the forest.

But to go inside or to turn away?

it's awesome <3

[buntails.livejournal.com]

She can't turn away. As much as she wants to, once she hears that fighting, she runs closer instead. She hurries through the forest, not paying much attention to the tiny scrapes from its branches and fauna.

o7

[saucey]

In a clearing, dozens of people can be seen – mostly all in solid colored uniforms. In the middle of this, Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto can all be seen (and all the same age) standing with someone not belonging to their team, but someone partially trustworthy. Naruto rushes in to punch one of the enemies, only to have his hand literally go through them as if they were a solid liquid. A second torso came out of the deformed body, holding a double-bladed kunai.

Naruto was on the ground, confused, as his teammates watched. Sasuke clenched his teeth and activated his Sharingan to see what, exactly, was going on with the clones in front of them. It was obvious by now that they weren't ordinary – and Usagi knows this because the memory tells her so, even if she knows nothing of the shinobis' techniques.

Sasuke easily protects Naruto from the clone's attack by detaching its hand from the rest of its body with shuriken. In its remaining hand, it held another kunai, the same as the first, and the attack only drew its attention onto Sasuke. The clone threw the kunai right at him, and he took a slight step back ready to counter.

There was a sudden flash of pain – centering on the neck – and Sasuke found that he could no longer move his body. The kunai was coming in fast. The silver-haired shinobi – the memory supplies the name Kabuto – leaps in and tackles Sasuke to the ground, the kunai only grazing his arm. Sasuke lays in the ground in complete shock while Kabuto scrambles up and over the kunai embedded into the ground, leaving Sakura to help him up.

'What the hell just happened?' is clearly running through Sasuke's mind at this point.

Goddamn Zuko and his hidden hero complex.

[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

Zuko has no idea where he properly is, but he knows blood when he sees it.

So have some doors being nudged open with the tip of a sword, eyes narrowed in focus as he peers inside.

"Hello?"

[saucey]

It's cold. Colder than it was seconds ago, even, possibly even below freezing. Fog seeps out of the opening, but doesn't seem to escape from the holes in the door. The sounds of fighting are clear, yet seem distant at the same time with the door still closed. There's some definite yelling — Sasuke's voice, for sure.

What will you do, Zuko?

[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

The sword lowers ever so slightly as Zuko starts involuntarily at the sound of Sasuke's voice. He is frozen only for a moment before he starts through the fog, crossing the threshold into the room, towards the sound of the fighting.

"Sasuke?" Zuko snaps, but his expression shows the tiniest cracks of concern as he continues forward.

[thelonegenin]

Perhaps it was because it was clearly Sasuke's home, Naruto stopped himself from moving into any of the rooms in particular.

He walked through, in the hopes of maybe finding Sasuke. There were so many things that happened in his head all at once when it came his team mate, and understanding of where he was, and what this was was limited - he couldn't say whether this Sasuke was the one he knew or not.

His thoughts stopped when he came to a set of very blood-stained doors, and he turned to look at them slowly, eyes trailing up from the bottom of them. Hesitantly he reached out, pushing his hand to open them.

[saucey]

They weren't shogi doors, however, but simple wooden doors leading to one of the largest rooms of the house. Inside seemed to be riddled with blood, and one of the doors in particular had a shuirken embedded on the other side of the door.

The moonlight from the window was the only source of light in the entire room. There was no movement in the room. The light landed on two bodies piled on top of each other, blood obvious on both of them.

Sasuke's parents.

[thelonegenin]

The more he pushed open the door, the more he regretted it. It wasn't instantaneous, and he didn't know the full story of what he was seeing - but it was horrific. He felt cold, but curiosity held his ground, and very slowly he made his way further into the room, eyes wide as he stared at the two bodies on the floor.

This was Sasuke's house. Sasuke's house where Sasuke's parents had been killed whilst they were still in the academy. Losing the ability to stand, he dropped instead to his knees, shoulders slumped. Had Sasuke seen this? Where was Sasuke?

[visionofblood.livejournal.com]

Why does he always run across the most horrible things ..?

One would think, having landed himself in Sasuke's mind, he'd immediately veer towards the embarrassing cute blackmail material 'candid' moments, but instead, he wandered unerringly towards grim and grisly sepia-stained traumas.

He ambles sedately, his eyes wide and thoughtful, neither flinching as he nears, nor hurrying his steps.

[saucey]

Power.

That was the only thing rushing through him. Sasuke had no clue what was going on, but for a fleeting moment he simply didn't care. His chakra swirled around him, dark purple in circle, spinning in immense amounts. He felt no fatigue from the exams, no reactions from his injuries.

He felt great. In fact, he felt better than great; he felt fucking fantastic.

Crimson eyes opened after a moment, practically glaring at the group of Sound shinobi in front of him. He saw Sakura out of the corner of his eye and noted how beat up she had been. Who the hell did that? It was his only concern at the moment; whoever did it was going to pay.

Sakura didn't even have to answer. The enemy answered for him. Oh, that was helpful. Very, very helpful. What a good little bug it was.

Sasuke turned to face him – Zaku or some shit name – teeth clenched and anger rising. The cursed seal partially spread over his body spread further, covering his face in a wild flame-esque pattern.

Hatehatehatepowerhatehate.

Misdirected as it may be, he was going to use it to give him strength. He was going to use it to beat the enemy to a pulp and get his teammates through this.

He was not going to lose.

[sleightofhearts.livejournal.com]

It's much like the way a moth is attracted to a flame, the way that he's instantly steered in the direction of the bloodied doors. Although he's never been here - and, in fact, there's a part of Tyki that's wondering where the Akuma are, as it reminds him so much of Japan - the blood still makes his heart race.

He approaches the doors and reaches out, intent to swipe gloved fingertips over the stains.

[saucey]

The blood had long since dried. Nothing happens when the door is touched, however, although by how damaged it is one could certainly expect something to. Until it's opened, the memories will stay where they are: inside and dormant.

Will you go inside, Tyki?

TOUCHING A PICTURE

[saucey]

[halflingfox.livejournal.com]

Fox wanders through the house, her shoes respectfully toed off at the door. She's not the greatest at Japanese customs and language, but she knows enough to get by as polite. She needs to know for business, after all. She shies away from the bloodied doors, and finally picks up a picture, staring at it and wondering what it is she's seeing. She avoids anything too obviously bloody, but barring that it's just whatever one came to hand first.

[saucey]

It was a simple, mundane scene. It played like a movie right from the frame. Sasuke was with his team - this much one knows because the memory tells you so. Naruto and Sakura are both a lot longer, theor proper ages as far as Sasuke's concerned. Behind them stands Kakashi, trying to calm his young team down in order to take a simple picture.

Sasuke and Naruto bicker, typical behavior. Sakura stands between them, her hair down to her elbows, and seems overly eager to be able to get a picture with Sasuke. Kakashi places his hands atop both of his male students, telling them both it's picture time.

Sasuke gives a huff and glares at Naruto from the corner of his eyes, and Naruto happily returns the glare. Sakura doesn't even seem to be aware of the tension between the two, and poses for the picture.

[halflingfox.livejournal.com]

Fox can't help but smile at the little scene playing in front of her eyes. It's so mundane, such a simple snapshot of life, and yet it begs the important question--why is she seeing this? She doesn't recognise any of these people, though she idly notes that she's seen some of them on the network. It's hardly like they're people she knows.

She sets the picture frame down and ponders the house, wondering if there's even anyone here. "Hello? Anybody home?"

VENTURING FURTHER

[saucey]