Uchiha Sasuke.
I have long since closed my eyes. My only goal is in darkness.
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Hidan groaned inwardly at the name offered him, rolling his eyes at the small, pale frame ahead of him. “So you are another one of those Uchiha fucks.” he commented aloud. Great, these assholes are pretty damn cocky. This brat looks no different. He thought to himself, taking in the determined posture and the stubborn set to his eyes. He debating offering his name, but realized it really did not matter at this point. “I’m Hidan, Uchiha.” he offered with a shrug. “Where the fuck are you headed anyway?”
His mind continued to be bogged down by the weight of the information just offered him - finally, a link after all these desolate leads. He shifted his weight, settling into a confident position, before eyes narrowed sharply at the other’s obvious dismissal of his entire clan. Patience. Maintain a calm demeanor. Curt demands kept the nin at ease, before he began to reply. “Hidan? Never heard of you,” he exclaimed, the tenor in his voice a sharp monotone. “And where I’m headed? I mean to kill a certain someone. Uchiha Itachi, to be specific,” he stated coolly, wondering just what reaction he would receive from the arrogant prick.
(Source: chidorisasuke)
Sakura was still frozen in place. She still couldn’t believe he was there. The man she still loves was right there. A bittersweet feeling was rising in her chest. Tears were trickling down her face. The tightness in her chest was becoming too much, her vision began to blur as more tears kept flowing down her pale cheeks. ‘He was there…he was really, really, there. In front of me. In real life. I can’t…I can’t believe it.’ Sakura grunted and wiped away her tears. The Uchiha man had fled, and that didn’t exactly fly with Sakura. She looked up at the sky, the night began—it was far from becoming morning. The crisp air blew through Sakura gently. A sudden feeling of anger came rushing to Sakura. She balled her fists, feeling the power flowing through her whole body. Her eyes narrowed—she became determined.
Determined to find him.
Sakura began to run through the forest. She had to think. Think quickly. ‘Where would he go? I know that he would try his hardest to run away from me. I know it. But where…where would he go…’ Sakura continued running as fast as she could through the forest path. She was half way near home, but she wasn’t exactly ready to go home yet. Not without him. Sakura’s teeth gritted together. ‘No, you won’t get away from me. I will find you.’ Sakura ran to her left and continued on the dirt forest path. With every step she took, the night continued to swallow Sakura deeper in the darkness. The tall, crowded trees covered the moonlight, preventing Sakura to see clearly where she was going, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was finding him. Sakura stopped in one place. She couldn’t see anything but pure darkness. All she heard was the wind rustle through the trees and bushes. Sakura sighed, and closed her eyes. She had to sense where he was. Sakura lightly grinned to herself. She immediately jumped high up into a tree and landed on a branch. She still could not see anything but darkness, however, she did see one thing.
Since she was higher into the trees, she had a shred of moonlight to aid her vision. Sakura saw Sasuke in the tiny amount of moonlight she had. He was staring right into her eyes. She wasn’t afraid of him. His red eyes had brought back so many memories, but she couldn’t think about that now, all that mattered was that she was facing him.
“Don’t you dare run away from me, Sasuke-kun. Don’t you fucking dare.” Sakura growled, in a low voice. “I know I am the last person you want to see…but please. Hear me out. Please listen to me. I know you don’t and will never love me, but at least listen to me…as a friend. Or I don’t know if you don’t consider me your friend or consider me anything at all, just. Ugh, never mind. Just fucking listen to me, alright? Don’t run again…” Sakura looked at Sasuke with determined eyes.
The earth undulated beneath his feet, rolling and bucking like a rogue sea. He surged across the changing terrain, racing his imagination, throwing out variables at moment’s thought and scrambling to compensate. He rose to meet each obstacle, each time thinking maybe, just maybe, this time he might outdo himself. Maybe this time he’ll stumble and fall. But not even a missing-nin can fell himself, it seems. Not even a mind like his can beat out natural affinity, his talent and ease of construction built over years of practice. He knows it wasn’t always this easy, manipulating the fabric of earth, but it is as much a part of him as breathing now. He knows she’s coming, chasing, like a pestering little fool. Annoying. The wind howled and shrieked through the trees, spun into a savage tunnel of noise in the dips between canopies. It seemed that the trees and mountains were the only things in the world that could shadow him. Not like it mattered. He lived in eternal shadow now, the sun’s sharp glare just another cold spotlight. Nothing could warm him anymore. Before there had been the fury, the roar of it building in his chest and throat like a great furnace, threatening to break out. No such fiery explosion had taken place. He had tamped it down, crushing the hurt and cold as he worked it into a finer machinery, pounded with hatred and loathing. It was a tool of precision – no loss of control as before.
Hatred burned bright in his chest, the only salve to keep at bay whatever despair tried to crush him in its cold claws. He hated the world, hated the Leaf, hated the trees and the brush and Sakura. To hell with all of it. All he cared about right now was getting from one end of this damned country to the other. It was all he had room for.
He hasn’t seen Sakura in some time. He held no illusions as to whether or not this was deliberate. Does she think she can wear me down by chasing after me like some ignorant fool? A grimace worked it’s way across his face as he slowed his pace to an almost lackadaisical strut before finding a suitable area to cease. Gleaming water-like blackness characterized the sky all around the clearing, rising above him in looming great walls. With almost calculated precision, Sasuke gleamed the surroundings for movement. It wasn’t long before her chakra signature appeared, hurtling towards him. He watched her form with crimson irises as she slowed to a halt and came within feet of him. Sharingan stared her down before acknowledging her irritating presence.
“Sakura.” How strange her name sounded on his tongue. He almost wanted to say it again, to play around with the different syllables, but reality encased upon his thoughts and it was forgotten.
He opened his mouth to say something, but her voice interceded – and unforgivably. He listened, eyes narrowed and mouth set in a hard line as she railed at him like some child. As she came to the conclusion of her little tirade, so too came the end of his patience. With form wrought with precision, he shifted to his left so that with a single manever she could never catch, he was once more standing behind her. The moment hung in the air, heavy with memory. He, as ever, chose to ignore it.
“I can dare as much as I want to when my opponent is you,” he deadpanned. “I don’t have time to stay and chat.” Sakura stood before him, hapless and weak to his knowledge. Dark thrill stirred in his gut as he thought of the damage he could wreck with a single surge of chakra. The controlled torment he could inflict with a flick of his wrist. He nearly shook for want of it. This was not possession. Sasuke was yet and always had been one creature, and he bore no mental illness but a vehement need to see the world suffer as he had suffered. His was a wickedness gained by degrees, one that grew over the years. He was empty and full of hate and the world needed to pay.
// OOC - started a new thread as the other was getting too clogged! (:
Hidan tripped, almost running right into the raven-haired boy as his smaller frame turned to face him. He leaned his body back, sliding a foot back to right himself before his eyes narrowed in a glare. His violet eyes darted back to where he had seen the other man laying on the ground before turning his gaze back to the boy in front of him. “You sure as fuck didn’t look like you were busy before.” he comments. “I don’t think I was interrupting anything.” His eyes scanned over the smaller man, resting on the ninja’s face. He tilted his head to the side, the features creating a form of recognition in his mind. “You look like that long-haired fuck, Itachi.” he comments. “Who the hell are you?”
The raven-nin stood stoic - face arranged in a deadpan expression as patience wore thin. Look at what he’d descended to. Listening to an imbecile rattle off about ‘fuck this’ and ‘fuck that’ was low - he was wasting time. As the idiot continued to prattle about his resemblance, Sasuke’s hand settled lower on the hilt of his katana, before the other’s previous sentence registered in his mind.
His eyes widened in diameter, before whipping back to settle on the other’s face. The pale’s demeanour remained unchanged - he had no qualms, no hidden agenda about mentioning Itachi. It had been done in such a casual manner, almost lackadaisical. Nonchalantly. He’d said he only bore resemblance. He didn’t know. He didn’t know.
As this crossed his mind, wheels began turning rapidly, and his mouth set in a grim line. He could use the idiot, it seemed. This nin, he seemed to know things. With determination set, the raven turned to fully face the pale and set his plan in motion.
“Uchiha. Sasuke,” he deadpanned, eyes set on the other’s to gauge his reaction.
// OOC - starting a new thread since the other was getting clogged with everyone else’s! AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG.
Ragged breaths punctuated the loose scrape of sandals on gravelly earth. Great gaps hung between the bursts of sound, the nin’s long stride suspended in silence as the dust stirred by his movements settled behind him, only to beat the parched surface once more. Exhaustion weighed down his every molecule, but Sasuke did not stop. Stopping was giving up, and he could not abide that. He would stop at nightfall, and no sooner. The sun’s warmth was a welcome contrast to the chill that had gripped his body, a despair that he could not shake. Months ago he had been hopeful, but now he only kept moving out of mad compulsion. His hope, despite his best efforts, was faded and worn. It had been so long. She could be anywhere.They could be anywhere. Dead, even. No, no, he couldn’t think like that. They were just out in the world somewhere, and he hadn’t found them yet. Might never find them, but they were alive. Somewhere. Alive. Find them.
Seized with the need to keep moving, his legs twitched and jerked against the dusty earth. Stillness did not come easily to him after a long day’s journey, and long days of journeying before that. He had initially kept such a rigorous schedule out of desperate impulse, but now he found he could not keep shorter hours. His mind, whirring and weighted by guilt and questioning anxieties, would not let him sleep. Only exhaustion would manage to finally pull him under, after a few miserable hours spent begging for restful oblivion. After a while he had decided that his time was better spent on the move, stopping only when sleep threatened to tear him off his feet. Tenacity and fear of failure spurred him forward always, sometimes long into the night.
It was hours before sheer exhaustion seized him, and his body no longer responded. Staking out a small territory, the missing nin allowed himself to rest.
Naruto whistled as he was on border duty, a task Tsuande had given him as a punishment for bothering her about asking for missions so much. He was bored out of his mind, his arms were folded behind his head as he simply walked around the forest obnoxiously. His lips were puckered out in a pout, as he swayed his head to the beat of his whistling.
His eyes blinked for a second though, when he noticed a body lined up against trees, just beside the gravel path. It took a few moments for the blonde nin to focus on the person, before his eyes widened completely in shock. “Sasuke…?” He felt himself whisper, cautiously walking over to the body. He nudged his foot gently against the other’s foot, curiosity getting to the best of him.
When he opened his eyes the sun was already climbing to the apex of the sky. Even under the overhang, some sunlight crept onto his face, painting gold on his pace visage and throwing flecks of it across the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but he felt more rested than he had in a long time. Exhaustion and relief had cradled him, swaddled in sand and warmth.
And yet exhaustion had rent him prone and vulnerable - senses overworked were senses drugged and lethargic, and as such, no prickling of the scalp, no cracked twig, no stir in the air could’ve alerted Sasuke to the oncoming presence: a presence he very much wished to cast off the side of the earth and never see again.
A nudge sent his entire form into automatic response - the raven-haired nin flashed sharingan-lit irises before hastily jumping to his feet, correcting his footwork before aligning himself strategically to the figure before him. Had Sasuke been any lesser of a ninja, a blush of embarassment may have crept along his cheekbones at being caught in a weaker state.
Yet this was a nin chiseled by hatred, Fate’s favorite plaything. What he felt as embarassment was translated into liquid abhorrment - how dare someone make him feel any lesser than he was. And at the present moment, purest loathing was directed at the idiot before him (as it always seemed to be). He stood there - blatantly, mockingly, every second passing by an insult to Sasuke. Even though his body was weak and sore, he felt the familiar gnawing itch to get moving, to fight, to tear limb from limb. He wondered if, when he finally reached safer ground, this ingrained need to not be where he was would disappear. Maybe it would take time to fade. He was so used to being on the move that he imagined it might feel strange to settle down again.
Jaw set in a hard line, teeth gritted against one another and body stanced accordingly, he wore a grimace to give hellspawn pause. Sweat and dried blood streaked his body, carving jagged lines over his spotted figure like veins forking out, spindly claws wrapping around him - yet he paid no heed to these leftovers from fights in previous nights. Hatred burned bright in his chest, the only salve to keep at bay whatever despair tried to crush him in its cold claws. He hated the world, hated the Leaf, hated the trees and the brush and the earth. To hell with all of it. All he cared about right now was getting from one end of this country to the other. It was all he had room for. The loathing crowded out all other thoughts.
And with such thoughts crossing his mind, it was no little surprise when the nin loosened his stance and smirked. He knew oh so very well what this other ninja (he refused to utter his name) wanted - a ‘hn’ was all the other received in reply, before Sasuke tore off through the wood, no heed paid to the searing pain riveting in his legs, his only thought to get the fuck out of here.
Ragged breaths punctuated the loose scrape of sandals on gravelly earth. Great gaps hung between the bursts of sound, the nin’s long stride suspended in silence as the dust stirred by his movements settled behind him, only to beat the parched surface once more. Exhaustion weighed down his every molecule, but Sasuke did not stop. Stopping was giving up, and he could not abide that. He would stop at nightfall, and no sooner. The sun’s warmth was a welcome contrast to the chill that had gripped his body, a despair that he could not shake. Months ago he had been hopeful, but now he only kept moving out of mad compulsion. His hope, despite his best efforts, was faded and worn. It had been so long. She could be anywhere.They could be anywhere. Dead, even. No, no, he couldn’t think like that. They were just out in the world somewhere, and he hadn’t found them yet. Might never find them, but they were alive. Somewhere. Alive. Find them.
Seized with the need to keep moving, his legs twitched and jerked against the dusty earth. Stillness did not come easily to him after a long day’s journey, and long days of journeying before that. He had initially kept such a rigorous schedule out of desperate impulse, but now he found he could not keep shorter hours. His mind, whirring and weighted by guilt and questioning anxieties, would not let him sleep. Only exhaustion would manage to finally pull him under, after a few miserable hours spent begging for restful oblivion. After a while he had decided that his time was better spent on the move, stopping only when sleep threatened to tear him off his feet. Tenacity and fear of failure spurred him forward always, sometimes long into the night.
It was hours before sheer exhaustion seized him, and his body no longer responded. Staking out a small territory, the missing nin allowed himself to rest.
Sakura was traveling back to Konoha. She was on a mission to send some scrolls to Amegakure—which she completed successfully. Sakura dressed in warm clothes since it never stopped raining in that village, but now she was in broad daylight and began to sweat a little. She sighed as she took a spot to rest. She looked in her bag to find some water, but she realized she had drank all of it earlier. ‘Damn it. I knew I should’ve brought another bottle of water.’ she thought to herself. Sakura got up again, and took off the heavy raincoat she had on, revealing her normal outfit. She stuffed her raincoat inside her bag, and began to look for a small river, where she can refill her bottle. She sighed in relief as she felt a cool breeze pass by her. She smiled softly and she heard water trickling. ‘A stream.’ Sakura turned to the right and found a small river. Before she can go any further, she looked to her left. Her heart had dropped.
Sakura thought she was dreaming. However, at the same time she knew she wasn’t. It was him. She definitely knew it was him. It was the raven haired boy she had tried to stop years ago. Uchiha Sasuke. Sakura examined his sleeping face from where she was standing. She was about 10 feet away from him, and she wouldn’t dare go any closer. The pink haired girl had to admit though—he had gotten even more handsome as the years went by. A light blush spread across her cheeks, and she then looked away. ‘I’ll just make this quick.’ Sakura thought as she walked as quietly as she could to the river. She refilled it with water as fast as she could and once she was done she looked at Sasuke one more time. Sakura didn’t know why, but she couldn’t move. It felt like she was glued down to the ground. ‘Move Sakura, move.‘ she tried to force herself, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop staring at him. A part of her wanted to go up to him, and touch his face, just to make sure he was real, and another part of her wanted to just leave. Sakura didn’t know what to do but just stand in one place, looking at the Uchiha.
At last sleep took him, sucking like a vortex at his weary soul. Where it had hovered like a ghost around the edges of his mind it now enveloped him, dragging him down into a dreamless slumber. His head slid to the earth, the sand whispering beneath it as it came to stillness on the sparse dune grasses. He seemed almost to die, nothing but the shallow rise and fall of rib-fletched sides and the steady, faraway beat of his heart giving sign that he yet had life. The way his breath sighed out of him as sleep staked its claim on his body sounded so final, but his hold on life was firm. For the first time in too long, he found peace. No nightmares disturbed him, no worries robbed him of rest. The world could wait.
He woke once in the night, chest seized with terror at the thought that he’d dreamed it all. Perhaps the largely barren desert before them helped ground him in reality, since surely in a dream everything would be perfect and green. This had to be real, because it was imperfect. Imperfect and yet still too good to be true. There she was beside him, glowing like a celestial being in the feeble moonlight. He could feel her in the air and he could feel the cool sand beneath him and the dull throb of his wearied limbs and the gentle fingers of the breeze playing across their bodies. A dream. He lowered his head once more, exhausted beyond anything he could remember. His whole body, angular and disproportionate as it was, seemed to melt into the sand, weighed down by the force of tormented years. He was almost done running.
And then reality slammed all too soon into his heaving chest like a brick wall at torrential speeds. Eyes snapped open - red-lit irises staring down the figure before him, before leaping up in a fluid motion of haste. He saw, but he didn’t see. So, like a being of logic, he avoided her by immersing himself in analysis. Still, he remained within the walls out of solidarity - he knew. And with such knowledge came the torrent of mindless anger and purest loathing. She did not belong here - she was a living incarnation of his memories, his weakness.
A minimal noise on his behalf was uttered, a simple ‘tch’ in vaguest annoyance, before, without any concern for his wearied body, he fled.
Panic screamed through his mind, he was too exposed, too vulnerable. Why couldn’t he get up? For a handful of terror-stricken moments, he thought maybe he had broken one of his legs. A voice sounded in the distance, slicing through the fog of his panic. His frantic scrambling slowed, then ceased. He couldn’t hear the full range of the voice, miswired as he had become, but it reached him past the dull ache of sleeping on the ground and cloudy minds. He clung to this small glimpse of clarity, the sliver of sharpness in the blur of terror. Somehow he managed to calm his breathing and pull himself into reality. Opening his eyes, he focused on the bleary figure before him, who seemed to be finishing a tirade. “…laying around like that?”
The nin responded in a series of deliberate movements: blinking slowly, his mouth set in a hard line, he brought himself to his feet, all evidence of previous uncharacteristic panic vanished. His hands roamed over to make sure his katana was in place, before, ever so slowly turning to face the jabbering nin before him.
To dignify this cretin with an answer was beneath him, and before a reply could even formulate in his mind, he turned away, heading down the same path he’d been traversing the night before.
Hidan’s eyes narrowed in annoyance when he registered the lack of response, violet eyes boring into the younger ninja’s back as he walked away from him. “Oi! Where the fuck do you think you’re going, jackass?” he shouts, stomping after the raven haired boy. “I asked you a fucking question. Common courtesy would be to answer me, you prick!” He growled, dirt once again kicking up around his feet.
The dry surface crunched beneath his feet and he found himself wishing he’d stopped to eat earlier, when there had been something to buy. The few people he had spotted from afar in this place seemed to be in no better condition than he. Scarred and gaunt. He barely noticed his own state, though, and pitied the others for the very same reasons they might think the same of him. The cracked earth reached out as far as he could see, with a faint line of dark green along the horizon. Likely just a mirage, he found himself blurring it in his mind with all the places he had looked before here. It was different, and yet the same. So many miles traveled, it all became meaningless and indistinct in his eyes. Nameless. Faceless. Each weary day bleeding into the next. Suns and moons and sleep and wakefulness. Sand and soil and grass and rock. All the same. Never the same. The world had become an inconstant, alien thing to him. Fuzzy around the edges, the only material parts being right beneath him.
And right behind him. Perhaps if he ignored the blabbering idiot he’d disappear. Things, however, tended to not go Sasuke’s way. Just his luck, the imebicle followed. Annoyed, he swiveled around in a sudden halt, the pale nin nearly barricading into him.
“Common courtesy dictates you leave people alone who have no wish of being interrupted,” he iterated, his voice a low indication of his current state of temper. He really was in no particular mood - if all else failed, he’d have no qualms about blasting this genin into space.
I don’t care about what anyone else thinks. Simple as that.
Ragged breaths punctuated the loose scrape of sandals on gravelly earth. Great gaps hung between the bursts of sound, the nin’s long stride suspended in silence as the dust stirred by his movements settled behind him, only to beat the parched surface once more. Exhaustion weighed down his every molecule, but Sasuke did not stop. Stopping was giving up, and he could not abide that. He would stop at nightfall, and no sooner. The sun’s warmth was a welcome contrast to the chill that had gripped his body, a despair that he could not shake. Months ago he had been hopeful, but now he only kept moving out of mad compulsion. His hope, despite his best efforts, was faded and worn. It had been so long. She could be anywhere.They could be anywhere. Dead, even. No, no, he couldn’t think like that. They were just out in the world somewhere, and he hadn’t found them yet. Might never find them, but they were alive. Somewhere. Alive. Find them.
Seized with the need to keep moving, his legs twitched and jerked against the dusty earth. Stillness did not come easily to him after a long day’s journey, and long days of journeying before that. He had initially kept such a rigorous schedule out of desperate impulse, but now he found he could not keep shorter hours. His mind, whirring and weighted by guilt and questioning anxieties, would not let him sleep. Only exhaustion would manage to finally pull him under, after a few miserable hours spent begging for restful oblivion. After a while he had decided that his time was better spent on the move, stopping only when sleep threatened to tear him off his feet. Tenacity and fear of failure spurred him forward always, sometimes long into the night.
It was hours before sheer exhaustion seized him, and his body no longer responded. Staking out a small territory, the missing nin allowed himself to rest.
It was a long, dreary day that found Hidan with nothing to do. He trudged lazily along the dirt beaten path, dimly lit by the sun lowering itself below the horizon a long distance away. “This fucking sucks.” Hidan grumbled to himself, kicking up dirt at his feet, clouds puffing around his lower legs, his lips twitching downward into a frown. Traveling had been a daily routine when he had been with the Akatsuki and back then, while he did find it obnoxious, annoying, pointless, and time-consuming, he had a partner to find amusement in, or at least one to banter with. Today he was alone and he found no amusement in being alone.
This, however, did not stop him from continuing his journey. He tilted his head back to observe the sky, silver strands of hair tickling the back of his neck , his violet eyes raking across the darkening blue canvas above. He was so preoccupied with the view that he was completely oblivious to the younger ninja collapsed upon ground before him. It was only when his foot connected with the solid side of the smaller man, sending him stumbling across the earth, did he realize the presence of another.
Hidan righted himself, glad he had found enough balance to prevent falling to the ground as he whirled himself around, glaring at the obstacle that had sent him stumbling as he did. “What the fuck are you doing just laying around like that?” he snarled at the smaller form upon the ground, eyes narrowing in glare.
Panic screamed through his mind, he was too exposed, too vulnerable. Why couldn’t he get up? For a handful of terror-stricken moments, he thought maybe he had broken one of his legs. A voice sounded in the distance, slicing through the fog of his panic. His frantic scrambling slowed, then ceased. He couldn’t hear the full range of the voice, miswired as he had become, but it reached him past the dull ache of sleeping on the ground and cloudy minds. He clung to this small glimpse of clarity, the sliver of sharpness in the blur of terror. Somehow he managed to calm his breathing and pull himself into reality. Opening his eyes, he focused on the bleary figure before him, who seemed to be finishing a tirade. “…laying around like that?”
The nin responded in a series of deliberate movements: blinking slowly, his mouth set in a hard line, he brought himself to his feet, all evidence of previous uncharacteristic panic vanished. His hands roamed over to make sure his katana was in place, before, ever so slowly turning to face the jabbering nin before him.
To dignify this cretin with an answer was beneath him, and before a reply could even formulate in his mind, he turned away, heading down the same path he’d been traversing the night before.
