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He felt weird. Light and airy sort of. Like he was floating. He looked down and let out a scream before he could help himself. Blood it was streaming around his feet. He glanced around and saw a bloody scene corpses littering the street. He watched a sword go through a women’s chest. Blood. It sprayed when the blade was removed blood ran down it.
He stared in shock until kneeling over. Unlike what he expected he didn’t vomit instead he just kneeled there clutching his stomach. Nauseas. Staring at the bloody scene. His hands shook, his legs shook, his body shook. He was terrified. What was going on? Where was he?
That’s when he heard an ear piercing scream that slowly turned to sobs.
“Brother.” A child’s voice stricken with pain and agony called. “Make it stop!” He turned to find the voice that was stricken with such grief. He looked to find the survivor of such an awful thing. The screaming and sobbing continued and he ran until seeing a child clutching his head. His nails digging into his head. Screaming with tears streaming down his face.
“Are you alright kiddo?” He wished his voice came out strong and calm. He wished he had said something else! Honestly of all things to say in this situation what on earth was he even saying the child was in pain. But he had said it. Instead of the calm and reassuring voice he’d hoped to speak in it came out as a quiet and fearful whisper. The child looked up at him confusion seemed to taint his face. His eyes red, and his voice came out choppy from crying and yelling. But that’s when he realized he couldn’t understand. A different language he concluded. The boy became more frantic before clinging to him and sobbing. Was this real? He felt that. It took a few seconds until he hugged him back covering his head despite him already have seen the gory sight. He took a breath and then another.
Glancing around he watched the scene repeat over and over again. The striking of people down, the puddles of blood, the red sky, looking down he took in the appearance of the young boy. He had black hair and black eyes. He looked young. He didn’t understand where he was or what was going on so he did the only thing he could think of. He began to sing songs and rub the child’s back quietly. Softly trying not to scare the boy, still holding and covering the boys body to the best of his ability to stop him from witnessing the awful scene anymore.
He cycled through songs, until eventually the child fell asleep. To his soft murmuring. He exhaled softly. He watched the repeating scene. Panic striking him, sadness for the poor people loosing their lives, confusion on what was happening, and fear. He didn’t know where he was but he could take care of the child for now. His arms shook but the child didn’t move. A shaky exhale escaped his lips. Breathe, you can worry later.
———————Sasuke pov
Someone was screaming was that him. He didn’t want to see this. He wanted this to stop he wanted his brother he wanted his mother. He needed someone anyone. Please he couldn’t bear to watch it anymore. It couldn’t be true. His brother would never. It was all so red.
So so red.
He continued to claw at his eyes, his head. Tears continuing to stream down his face.
“Are you alright kiddo?” A whisper scared sounding. What did that mean? He didn’t understand what was being said. He glanced up to see a man standing there trembling but looking at him with kind eyes. He was so confused. What had he said? Who was he?
“Who are you? Why are you here? Please help me.” His voice sounded weak to him, it sounded full of terror. He wanted help. He wanted his family. He dove forward wrapping his arms around the man. The man shook before eventually wrapping his arms around his. Pulling him closer. Eventually he felt something rub his back and quiet singing. Least he thought the man was singing. He didn’t know what was being said but it reminded him of his mother. How she would sometimes sing him lullabies when he was younger.
Slowly he felt his eyes closing. Darkness encased him.