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He couldn’t feel anything... He couldn’t see anything... He couldn’t hear anything.
For how long he was in this state of inexistence, he didn’t know. Time didn’t pass, time didn’t exist. He didn’t know how he ended up in this place (Is this even a place? He didn’t know.), thinking about it didn’t work. He remembered colors (How do I know what colors are?), silver, pink, black (Is black a color? He didn’t know.) He remembered sounds, the chirping of birds (Birds?), the rustling of leaves (Leaves? Those were important. He realized.). He remembered a name, Itachi. (Was that his name? No, it doesn’t feel right.)
He could feel again.
In an instant the black void that encompassed him broke down, reality as he knew it rearranged itself at its own whim (Or was it his? He didn’t know.), colors penetrated the dark veil that was his home for what felt like an eternity, light reaching into the black world for the first time. Gray (Was this gray? Yes, it was.) He knew.
He could see again.
The quiet whistling of the wind calmed him down, its beautiful song reaching into the depths of his heart, stopping it from beating so erratically.
He could hear again.
He made it back. He could change everything, he could right everything so they don’t have to die anymore.
He could smile again.
He coughed. Damn it, Itachi.