[closed] and you see the things they never see

[lavenderglasses]

Characters: Saralegui and Sasuke
Location: Their apartment in Death City Heights
Rating: Probably PG-13?
Time: December 9th, around 3AM
Description: Sasuke has a nightmare, Sara tries to help, they're both awkward as all hell.

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[hatedriven]

[Sasuke wasn't awake to hear Saralegui rise, nor did the sound of a door opening and footsteps rouse him from his slumber the way it should have. instead, he was in a fitful state of sleep. a crease in his sleeping brow as he lay half tucked on his side, facing away from the door.

it was the same as always, the nightmare- only different. the flickering images of his family being slaughtered before his eyes. splatters of blood across walls and floorboards, across his own hands. hands that when he looked up, he was faced with the twisted bodies of curses and failed experiments. orochimaru's unending grin that he staggered to get away from. the need to fight his way out, slipping on blood, trying to get away from what was chasing him. sometimes it was orochimaru, sometimes it was itachi. sometimes he wasn't sure who it was at all and was only aware of his heart pounding and the bodies he was tripping over to get away.]

[lavenderglasses]

[he crossed to sasuke's room quietly, careful in case there really was an intruder or something. but when he cautiously opened the door a crack and peeked in, he was both relieved and disappointed to find it empty of visitors.

sasuke, however, didn't seem as normal as the state of the room. sara knew by now that his partner wasn't a particularly violent sleeper, and his expression didn't seem right either. concerned, he moved over to the bedside and leant over it, laying a hand lightly against his weapon's shoulder and speaking with a hushed voice.]

Sasuke?

[hatedriven]

[his body twitched under the touch, but unlike his usual behaviour, he didn't wait immediately upon contact. instead, he made an indistinct sound, guttural and distressed.

a kunai flung hit him in the shoulder and sent him staggering, had him whirl at the pressure on his back and bring his katana through the people behind him. it was only after the movement ended did he realize his blade had sliced Naruto's throat. that as he staggered back, it was Saralegui's corpse he'd tripped over. his sword clattered from his hand and he shrank back from the shadow looming behind Naruto's collapsing figure. his hand closed on another body, and a glance showed him Sakura.

he cried out, and the sound translated passed his dream as the half shout that had woken Saralegui in the first place.]

[lavenderglasses]

[he'd initially jerked his hand back at the fitful movements, startled away for a moment, but once he heard the shout he frowned and reached back over, a strong grip on sasuke's arm now. he gave his partner a shake, sharp jostling that was meant to wake him quickly from was looked like an extremely unpleasant dream.]

[hatedriven]

[this time, the jostle reaches his dream self. he fights the hold, but it grabs him firmly and drags him down so quickly that Sasuke has the bizarre sensation of falling when he's jolted into awakeness.

unfortunately, not all of his synapses are firing properly when he does.

he moves all at once, too quickly to be anything but deadly. the arm under his body reaches up and grabs Saralegui by his wrist, his body twisting as he wrenches himself into an upright position. his free hand snatches the kunai from under his pillow, and in one fell swoop- he's reversed their positions: saralegui is flat on his back head on the pillow, and Sasuke is straddled over his waist, one arm folded across his chest to pin him cruelly to the mattress and the other with the kunai pressed firmly to his jugular.

he's still panting, eyes wide, but wild with fear.]

[lavenderglasses]

[he's about to leave to get a glass of water to wake him up with, when suddenly he feels the grip on his wrist, and before he can even look down at it he's suddenly been thrown down on the bed and there's a blade against his throat and he freezes.

back home, with his eyes, this wouldn't have been a problem, but he can't even move for fear that this half-asleep sasuke will take it as a threat and press down. his voice dies in his throat, a delayed shout from being yanked down fading before it could actually escape at the pressure on his chest, and he cna only stare up at his partner, terrified and desperately willing him to snap out of it.]

[hatedriven]

[it takes him a good thirty seconds for the adrenalin to come down, for the temperature of the room to cool the sweat on the back of his neck, before Sasuke realizes what's going on.

that he's seated across his partner's hips, that he's leaning so hard against the slope of his throat that a pink line has developed from blunt pressure. he licks his lips, gulping down air, and recognizes that the person under him isn't a threat. it's the king. his brow creases, confused as to how this happened, and by the look of pure terror on his face.]

Saralegui.

[he says it outloud, scratchy because his voice is rough, and only once he's said it does the world around him cement. he pulls the blade away and alleviates some of his weight.]

[lavenderglasses]

[he's barely even noticed the weight on top of him, distracting as the knife at his neck was, and so as soon as it's pulled away he's already relaxed some. taking a breath for the first time in almost a minute, he breaks eye contact to turn his head to the side, drawing a hand up to gingerly feel along his throat and see if any blood had been drawn.

it's only after a few moments of silence and assuring himself that he's still alive that he notices his own trembling, and that sasuke is still on top of him and that he has no idea what he's supposed to say in this situation, or which of them is even at fault here.]

[hatedriven]

[he could, angrily, scold the king for sneaking up on him. he warned him not to. but Sasuke could only wonder how loud he'd been for Sara to come into his room at night- something he couldn't recall him doing with any sort of frequency before, and he's almost embarrassed by it.

the heels of his palm press into the bed on either side of the king's head as he lifts off his body, sitting down next to him and rubbing the back of his wrist against his forehead. his voice is still a croak.]

Sorry.

[lavenderglasses]

[he pushes himself up a few seconds after sasuke moves off of him, about halfway into a sitting position and leaning on one arm, the other hand still absently at his throat, fingers ghosting over nonexistent wounds.]

It's alright. [it comes out rather automatically, more like a natural reflex to an apology than an actual statement of "it's alright that you almost just slit my throat, don't worry about it".]

[hatedriven]

[it's obvious it's not alright, but how many times do you nearly have your throat cut by your partner in the middle of the night? a shudder chases down Sasuke's spine, half from his body cooling and half from the flickering, fading images of his nightmare.

he glances sideways at Sara, tries to ignore the mental image of his glasses shattered and blood on his face.]

... Are you alright?

[lavenderglasses]

I'm fine. [and it's the truth, at least as far as physically goes. nothing hurts, there's no drip of red down his front of excessive soreness or anything to actually be concerned about, so he shakes his head and sits up properly, tryito force himself into a more relaxed state.] What were you...?

[hatedriven]

Nightmare.

[he says it as though that should explain it all, and has to look away from Sara to shake the last vestiges of too raw memory for his head. he forces his fingers to uncurl from the weapon and sets it down on his bedside table.]

[lavenderglasses]

I figured that much. [it's all too easy to slip back into his typical teasing tone, and he adopts a smirk like he doesn't still feel his hands shaking slightly.] About what?

[hatedriven]

It's not important.

[it comes out too much like a mutter to be the blunt statement he'd meant it to be, but he rises from the bed to open his window.]

[lavenderglasses]

[he gives sasuke's back a flat stare for a moment, and it's then that he notices he's not wearing his glasses -- not wearing them to sleep, obviously, and then never having bothered to put them on when he got up -- but it doesn't really seem as important right then due to that denial from sasuke.]

You just held a knife to my throat.