Fashion Designer Sasuke-Kun

The Game Opens

It started with a nightmare.

A nightmare which lasted 14 years crammed into a single night.

From the age of 3 to the age of 17, Uchiha Sasuke was forced to live through the life of what-would-be in his own body yet unable to truly be in control, watching in third person yet still being in first person.

Was it dissociation perhaps? Or something else completely?

But no doubt, the horror he felt upon waking up to his three year old body, realizing that none of what he'd experienced had yet to happen, was so relieving that he couldn't help just laying catatonically, newly awakened sharingan spinning idly,in his bed which was much too big for his tiny body, silently crying to himself, because while his body had yet to experience much hardship, his mind was already used to having no one to listen to him weep.

And so he cries to himself.

He cries for what would be, for what he has now that he might lose tomorrow. He cries for his years of confusions, misunderstandings, and fate forcibly written and placed upon him by his brother and Konoha. He cries...

Simply because that is the only thing he could do.

Because, while he might know what would happen weeks, months, years from now, there's really not much he could do to change it.

And he was aware, that no one would really take him seriously should he speak out.

Everyone was too caught up with their own thoughts to comprehend what a small child had to say even if he was right up against their ears, screaming.

He would know.

Because he'd been there.

So what was the point?

Why had he even been shown the future when there's really nothing he could do about it?

Why not his brother? His mother? His father? Shisui?

Literally anyone else would've been a better option than him!

Why...?

[So, who's your favorite?]

Suddenly a translucent screen flickered to life before Sasuke's eyes showing a young woman dressed as an Uchiha being interviewed by a White Zetsu(?).

[My favorite definitely has to be Uchiha Sasuke.]

"Me?" Sasuke mumbled in disbelief, eyes blurry with tears. Even he couldn't find anything likable in himself, so why was a stranger claiming to favor him?

[Ooh. Sasuke. He's a crowd favorite, isn't he? But why him?]

Sasuke nearly scoffed. Sure, he'd had throngs of fangirls during his Shinobi Academy years, but, after he became a nuke-nin, those disappeared quicker than bubbles. So, him being a crowd favorite? There are better jokes than that.

[I mean, Sasuke's a favorite among teenage girls because he's cool. But that's not why I like him. Not saying that he isn't cool- He is!]

Oh, so having your whole clan massacred overnight was cool now.

[It's just that... I have a personal reason why I like him.]

That's what Sakura said, but she still turned out no different than the other fangirls.

[When I was a kid, as the middle child, I didn't really feel appreciated in my family... I didn't feel seen. If I got a good grade in school, it didn't matter since my older sister already did it first and did it better. When I was sick, I had to bear with it because my younger brother's health came before mine.]