Section: Naruto
Title: Drowning
Genre: Angst, Romance
Pairing: Naruto X Sasuke
Summary: Memories of a past life and never supposed to be remembered. But when the Mangekyo damaged his psyche Sasuke suddenly remembers another life where his current one was part of a fictional story.
Warning: Reincarnation, Semi Self-Insert, Yaoi (Slash, Boy X Boy…)

Prologue

Admittedly no one could have seen this coming. To begin with, reincarnation was not really a belief popular among ninjas who preferred to believe that when they died for their village or clan they would not be reborn to start all over again or worst as the enemy. So it came to no surprise that when those memories assaulted his mind he was more than disbelieving and confused. Two sets of memories battled in his mind as he tried to comprehend his situation and to situate himself.

He remembered his brother – warm, loving, betrayalbetrayal, fear… mother! Father! – but he also remembered the distinct feeling of his life flushing out of him – it should be her! Her! Not he! He was not a! - as he laid in his bed that night. He was Uchiha Sasuke, eight years old, son, brother, ninja in training, but he was also Annabella Steward, twenty-nine years old, wife, professional cook… cancer patient.

It was awfully confusing. So it was a good thing that he was still induced in a coma when his memories crashed into his mind like a buffalo.

When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the white nondescript ceiling in front of him. He remained unmoving, eyes blinking as his mind flared disjointedly. To his left he could hear the familiar cacophony of the village – no, no, not familiar – and sunlight streamed in, lightening up the shadows of the room.

With one last slow blink of the eyes, he sat up and looked around. A hospital room. He was in a hospital room. To his right, he could hear the click click click of heels as people moved through the hallway. Almost unconsciously, his eyes fell on his hands clutching the white sheets in his lap; they were small and so pale – too small, too pale – and callouses had begun to develop – they were supposed to be soft with long fingers and tanned skin not small, pale and pudgy. As if in a daze, he brought his right hand up to his face and stared some more before his other hand came up and pinched the skin. Yes, this was his alright.

Then his attention suddenly snapped back to the hallway, the hallway where two women had suddenly started talking.

Massacre.

Brother

Uchiha.

Only one survivor.

He flinched involuntarily, mind flashing to a dark district, his parents' bloody corpses and his brother attacking him.

No. no. no. that was not true.

Parents? What parents? Those were not his parents! His parents were an old couple who live in a small cottage in the countryside. They were not young ninjas at the head of a whole clan.

No, wait. They were. They were and he had a brother. A brother who ended up killing everyone.

… brother? Itachi. Yes, his name was Itachi. Uchiha Itachi. His warm, loving brother. His brother his father adored and preferred. His brother who killed everyone.

Itachi. Itachi. Uchiha Itachi… he did not exist. He was not real. He was just a fictional character from a manga he had read when he was really young. He remembered the theatrical jutsus, the death, the destruction, the war.

But – but that was not possible. He was still young! He was only eight. He was young and his brother as real! Itachi was real! And he had killed everyone.

Yes, Itachi was real. The pain he had felt was real. Itachi was real. It was all real. But – but why was he remembering those strange things. He – he – he was not crazy. He knew he was not crazy. There was no way. And Itachi was real and he had KILLED EVERYONE!

That – that – that liar! That – that faker!

But – but -…. No. A coup d'état. Yes. Yes. There was a coup d'état. The Uchiha. They were planning to overthrow the village. And – and Itachi was to kill everyone.

No. no… that was not possible. Not mother. Not father.

His small hands came up and fisted his short black hair – it was not supposed to be like this! It was long and blond! Not short and black! – and he… screamed.

AN: Just an idea I had and I have no clue what to do with this. Should I continue or, well, just give up? Yes, I should be working on my other stories and I am, so don't worry about that.

Er, leave behind a review and tell me what you think.