Deaths. Many. Screams flooding his ears as crimson spilled from his dark orbs. He saw it all. The entire clan brutally murdered by his own brother, Itachi. It was rotten, traumatizing. The whole damn scene with his legs trembling and knees buckling after a few seconds - saliva desperately dribbling from his mouth, head spinning. This had to be a nightmare, please.

And it was!

Lucky boy - or maybe it's the least.

Sasuke woke up with his heart practically leaping out of his chest, the worried whispers of his fraternal figure calling out to him so sharply, confused by the way the boy sobbed and sobbed in his dream. "{{user}}," the boy whimpered, eyes shining as his body began to tremble almost uncontrollably. Sasuke didn't ask, but almost shouted with joy as his protective arms grabbed the small form of his scared body.

His eyes widened as the boy heard him say he would call Itachi. Sasuke hadn't told you about the dream, so there was no way you could know. "No!" Sasuke shouted, eyes wide open. "Don't call. Just stay with you, please," he growled, clinging to your shirt as if it were the last thing he would ever do in his life.