Dream sighed in relief as he plopped down onto their shared couch.

He was in the shared house of some of the alternate Sanses located in the Omega Timeline.

It's a house, yes, but it looked more like a mansion, what with all the Sanses living here after the Truce was established between Dream and Nightmare.

Contrary to popular beliefs, Dream does support Error in destroying the less known AUs, as long as the some AUs are created, to maintain the balance between Destruction and Creation.

He voiced his thoughts to Ink once, and the emotionless Protector mulled over it for a few seconds, before writing it down on his scarf.

Speaking of, Dream still felt a bit (read: a lot) betrayed by the one he thought as a best friend after the Overwrite and more Multiversal wars, but considering Ink's souless state that he now knew about, Dream let him be.

The skeleton was Chaotic Neutral at best, and Chaotic Evil at worst, his impulsive personality cannot be deterred.

Dream closed his sockets and drifted to sleep, preparing for a barrage of memories of who he used to be.

But this time, he was in a sewer.

He wasn't a spectator. Be can move however he wants.

"This is... New..?"

"Tell me 'bout it."

The familiarity of Nightmare's voice startled him.

"Nightmare?"

"Who else, dumbass?"

Dream chuckled. Maybe it was just the dreamworld, but he felt a sense of nostalgia in his brother's sarcastic comebacks.

They never did this when they were younger.

Dream made his way through the giant sewers, something he's never seen before, but brought his mind at ease.

Finally, he came to a giant clearing, with giant metal collumns, and a torn paper with weird letters where the lock should be.

"It's a seal." Nightmare voiced.

He was standing in front of the open collumns -bars- with a calculating look.

Behind him, instead of the usual five, were nine swishing tentacles. Instead of the usual greenish cyan, Nightmare's visible eyelight was blood red.

"Brother, has your eye always been the colour red?"

Nighmare blinked, and looked down into the surprisingly still sewer water.

"Are yours always blue?"

Dream blinked also, and copied his brother's movements.

"This is new.."

"This isn't the Nightmare Realm, nor the Dreamscape. If i'd have to guess, i'd say our mindscapes are connected somehow, and this is how we feel inside."

"Seems accurate.." Dream mumbled. Nightmare blinked, but didn't comment.

"Wait, does this have any connection to our past lives?"

"Past lives?" Dream nodded.

"I dreamed of being a human boy, he was the human sacrifice to his village, and he was friends with the beast that destroyed quarter of his village when he was born. It cut off after 12 years though, so i assumed he died at twelve years old." There were many more he didn't tell Nightmare, and it was for another time.

"Hm.. I saw myself as a giant beast of pure magic, made alongside eight others from the giant monster that tried to destroy their world. I lived through thousands of years of his life, and the last decades matched up with your story." It was untold that he also saw the torture, but Dream put two and two together.

".. No way... Kurama?!"

"'Kit'." Nightmare smirked.

"What are the odds of this happening." Dream sagged to the ground. Surprisingly enough, the water didn't make him wet.

Nightmare huffed out a laugh.

"If this is our mindscape, then the water must be the magic flowing through our bones."

"This makes so much sense, but at the same time, makes no sense."

The two brother stayed silent for a while, taking comfort in each other's presence for the first time in a long time, as their Negative and Positive auras are nonexistsnce here.

"So uh.. Do we tell the others or nah?" Dream asked absentmindedly.

"I say nah. Let 'em figure out on their own, see how long it takes for them to see we're reconciling."

"So, like a prank?" Dream's grin turned mischevious, and Nightmare copied that motion.

"Yes."

---In Konoha---

It's been 5 years since Naruto died, and some time after the defeat of Madara and princess Kaguya. The Fourth Great Shinobi War was over, and the world was at peace once again.

Sasuke sighed as he knelt down before a tombstone.

Here lies:
Uzumaki Namikaze Naruto
Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune

"Not the hero we deserved, but the hero we needed."

October 10th 19XX - xxxx xxth 19YY

"You know, i really wished you were there, fighting alongside us." He started, putting down some white lilies. "It would've been better with you there, boosting morale, cheering everyone up, and befriending the other nations. It's your natural charm, it's obvious you would be a great Hokage."

"But none of us believed in you."

"Without you, we suffered more loss then we should have during the war. I'm not saying that you're a weapon for the village for being a Jinchuuriki, i'm saying as someone who recognized your abilities too late, that you would be the strongest shinobi in our forces when Jiraiya helped you harness that power."

"I'm sorry. And i know it would never be enough to wash your blood off my hands. But i just wanted to say that i hope you're having it better in the afterlife then you did here."

"Sasuke, the Hokage called for you!" Sakura called from the entrance of the Uchiha compound.

The Uchiha had at least been remorseful and gave his deceased teammate the spot in the Uchiha cemetary.

"I have to go now, talk to you later." There was no answer, and the Uchiha sighed.

He followed Sakura to see the Sixth Hokage for another mission.

Elsewhere, Dream woke up with a jolt.

"Uchiha Sasuke..."

Looking at his alarm clock, it was nearly time to wake up anyway, so he might as well be up.

It was a new beginning for them.

The Beginning after The End.