@uchiha-mother
He thought to be dreaming the second he stepped out of the portal. Instead of wasteland, there was the Uchiha compound; it’s buildings intact, the streets clean from dirt and weeds. But what shocked him most were the people.
As the remnants of chakra faded in his back, Sasuke gaped at the sight of Uchiha around him. They began to mirror his expression for he had appeared into thin air, in the middle of their home. Muttering reached his ears, quick footsteps, then a hand on his shoulder. Sasuke could not find the strength to move a single one of his muscles. The touch was present. He felt warmth against his cloak and skin.
Words were being uttered but he couldn’t make them out at first. Only when a person---It was Tekka---pulled Sasuke’s sole arm backward and attempted to cuff him, did the wool vanish from around his eyes. He blinked, heard a sound of surprise as Tekka realized he had just the one hand.
Before he knew it, Sasuke was guided down these familiar streets. He was led towards his home, the one he had lived in up until his desertion. By the time of his return, it had become nothing but rubble. Was he shaking? He still could not muster the courage to speak. If he did, he would wake, wasn’t that right? He wanted to stay longer, just a little while.
A bang on the door, a shout that addressed his father. Sasuke realized it must be one of his rare days off. He almost felt bad for ruining it. It was then that Sasuke realized his father was here. Was his mother, too?
Why didn’t they bring him to the headquarters? They could just lock him up until his father arrived. But, aah, they probably didn’t know what do to. They were fretting, that’s why they turned towards the head immediately. The grip on Sasuke’s shoulder seemed terribly unsure. This seemed out of place. Something else must be behind this.
“Taicho!” Tekka repeated, two other members of the KMPF at his side. “There’s been an incident!”
