yokaisasuke
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Crimson eyes peeled themselves from the red and white fan that was pained on the wall. Why was he staring at the symbol, you ask? He was interested in what people saw in it. All he saw was a paper fan that was taken far above it's popular use. Why in Kami's name would they choose a FAN to represent them, anyways?
Itachi was pulled from his mental rambling when he felt a tug at his shirt. Looking down, his brow perked upward, onyx eyes meeting those of Sasuke's own slightly lighter eyes. That hopeful look in his eyes, that all too happy grin. It was like Sasuke was an innocent angel in a house of demons. It was partially true.
“Itachi, you said we could play today!”, came the cheery voice.
“Not right now, Sasuke. I've got to study.”, it was partially true, if you counted sitting in solitude, studying.
“B-but.. you promised...” Sasuke's voice wavered, his lower lip quivering, like he were about to cry.
“Why not ask Shisui?”, although his mind was still on the conversation, part of it was on the object of his goals. His eyes momentarily left Sasuke, his thoughts taking over his mind. He had heard about the kid every once in a while, hearing about how it wouldn't die.
His eyes swiftly narrowed at the words, causing Sasuke to quiet down from his momentary ranting about Shisui. Standing from his spot, Itachi glared at the Uchiha Symbol again, cursing it. Why did he have to protect the village from his own clan? It was ridiculous and uncalled for.
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Meanwhile, in a darkened area under the Hokage Tower, mainly the dungeon where the criminals that couldn't be killed were locked away. Hands clasped at cold iron, feeling, touching, doing anything to figure out what they were shaped like. Blue eyes blinked, looking around at the new, well, slightly new area.
Brown, dimly lit walls were eclipsed by iron bars, making only the smallest sliver of light enter the cell. Next, came the smell of decay and mold, as well as damp dirt. His head tilted in a inquisitive manor, and he would have pondered further, if he hadn't noticed his arms chained to the wall. He nodded somewhat, seeing the glass as half full.
This was so much better than the areas that occupied his dreams, the red eyes and laughter that followed him no matter how fast he ran. The voices, the words that sounded so near, yet so far away. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but never could. The comforting words that made tears leak from his eyes, those hands reaching out to hold him, keep him close, to comfort him from his demons.
His eyes grew glossy and streaks of liquid slowly fell down them as he smiled a grim smile. Then, his breathing hitched, his eyes grew wide as a creaking sounded further away, behind the iron-gate that kept him away from the freedom he yearned and needed.
“Hokage-sama, this isn't right!”, screamed a female voice, one that almost made him want to shrink away in fear, but curiosity got the better of him.
“I can't help it, Anko-san. Kurenai refused to even have anything to do with this, and I have no one else to turn to.”, he recognized that voice. It was the voice of his daily visitor, the one who always promised that he would return. What was he doing down here? Was it torture time already? Naruto's lips curled into a smile at the thought.
“Old man, I'm resigning after, I want nothing to do with this anymore.”, sneered the female, Anko.
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Everything went black, sound died out as well as his sense of touch and smell. He could still form coherent thoughts, so that was a plus. His bonds had vanished, another plus for him. Rubbing at his wrists, he nearly missed the slightest movement to his right, which was the shuffling of clothing.
Deftly leaning to the right, he heard and felt the breeze brush by his ear. He was used to these things already, people throwing sharp objects at him, trying to hurt him for some reason. For some reason, he was taller than he remembered. Before he only stood at waist level to people, now he was shoulder length. Ever since they started attacking, hurting him, he started to grow somewhat taller.
He slid to the right this time, avoiding a barrage of shuriken that threatened to turn him into a training post. Then, his hand shot out, fingers lacing around the black silk material. Clearly, the purple eyed female was shocked. Then, came the scent of snakes and poison. Perking his brow again, he dropped her, causing the darkness to vanish.
Where once, there was plain black, now there was an intricate display of pipes and water. Anko let her head swivel around, shocked at the turn of events. This had been a simple tactic, strike the kid and make him angry, or at least make him afraid enough to rely on the malicious chakra he housed. Strangely, she could sense the slightest hint of her teacher's chakra, which immediately had her on guard again.
“Where am I?”, she shouted at the teen-aged child. Then, it all made sense when she looked behind the blond, at the giant cage that extended to the very top of the place. She could have mistakenly said it extended to the brown-tan sky, but squinting, she could see the end.
Then, she looked at the nightmare that was standing in front of her. Something was off, something was wrong. The way the blond was grinning was making her shiver and step back. Then, all at once, his form exploded, and red eyes stared down from the... very... very very.. VERY large fox in front of her.
Her eyes shot open, sweat drenching her brow. She was outside of the brat's cage, almost like no time had passed at all. Shivering, she scrambled away from the cage, her breathing labored and her eyes filled with shock.
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Naruto looked at the cage that housed his prisoner, a smirk moving over his lips. His eyes bled into red and his laugh filled the area. He gleefully stared at the child that was housed inside of the cage, the whimpering child that was afraid of him, the child of the man who imprisoned him.
The lesson? Never trust a human's work.
Itachi was pulled from his mental rambling when he felt a tug at his shirt. Looking down, his brow perked upward, onyx eyes meeting those of Sasuke's own slightly lighter eyes. That hopeful look in his eyes, that all too happy grin. It was like Sasuke was an innocent angel in a house of demons. It was partially true.
“Itachi, you said we could play today!”, came the cheery voice.
“Not right now, Sasuke. I've got to study.”, it was partially true, if you counted sitting in solitude, studying.
“B-but.. you promised...” Sasuke's voice wavered, his lower lip quivering, like he were about to cry.
“Why not ask Shisui?”, although his mind was still on the conversation, part of it was on the object of his goals. His eyes momentarily left Sasuke, his thoughts taking over his mind. He had heard about the kid every once in a while, hearing about how it wouldn't die.
His eyes swiftly narrowed at the words, causing Sasuke to quiet down from his momentary ranting about Shisui. Standing from his spot, Itachi glared at the Uchiha Symbol again, cursing it. Why did he have to protect the village from his own clan? It was ridiculous and uncalled for.
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Meanwhile, in a darkened area under the Hokage Tower, mainly the dungeon where the criminals that couldn't be killed were locked away. Hands clasped at cold iron, feeling, touching, doing anything to figure out what they were shaped like. Blue eyes blinked, looking around at the new, well, slightly new area.
Brown, dimly lit walls were eclipsed by iron bars, making only the smallest sliver of light enter the cell. Next, came the smell of decay and mold, as well as damp dirt. His head tilted in a inquisitive manor, and he would have pondered further, if he hadn't noticed his arms chained to the wall. He nodded somewhat, seeing the glass as half full.
This was so much better than the areas that occupied his dreams, the red eyes and laughter that followed him no matter how fast he ran. The voices, the words that sounded so near, yet so far away. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but never could. The comforting words that made tears leak from his eyes, those hands reaching out to hold him, keep him close, to comfort him from his demons.
His eyes grew glossy and streaks of liquid slowly fell down them as he smiled a grim smile. Then, his breathing hitched, his eyes grew wide as a creaking sounded further away, behind the iron-gate that kept him away from the freedom he yearned and needed.
“Hokage-sama, this isn't right!”, screamed a female voice, one that almost made him want to shrink away in fear, but curiosity got the better of him.
“I can't help it, Anko-san. Kurenai refused to even have anything to do with this, and I have no one else to turn to.”, he recognized that voice. It was the voice of his daily visitor, the one who always promised that he would return. What was he doing down here? Was it torture time already? Naruto's lips curled into a smile at the thought.
“Old man, I'm resigning after, I want nothing to do with this anymore.”, sneered the female, Anko.
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Everything went black, sound died out as well as his sense of touch and smell. He could still form coherent thoughts, so that was a plus. His bonds had vanished, another plus for him. Rubbing at his wrists, he nearly missed the slightest movement to his right, which was the shuffling of clothing.
Deftly leaning to the right, he heard and felt the breeze brush by his ear. He was used to these things already, people throwing sharp objects at him, trying to hurt him for some reason. For some reason, he was taller than he remembered. Before he only stood at waist level to people, now he was shoulder length. Ever since they started attacking, hurting him, he started to grow somewhat taller.
He slid to the right this time, avoiding a barrage of shuriken that threatened to turn him into a training post. Then, his hand shot out, fingers lacing around the black silk material. Clearly, the purple eyed female was shocked. Then, came the scent of snakes and poison. Perking his brow again, he dropped her, causing the darkness to vanish.
Where once, there was plain black, now there was an intricate display of pipes and water. Anko let her head swivel around, shocked at the turn of events. This had been a simple tactic, strike the kid and make him angry, or at least make him afraid enough to rely on the malicious chakra he housed. Strangely, she could sense the slightest hint of her teacher's chakra, which immediately had her on guard again.
“Where am I?”, she shouted at the teen-aged child. Then, it all made sense when she looked behind the blond, at the giant cage that extended to the very top of the place. She could have mistakenly said it extended to the brown-tan sky, but squinting, she could see the end.
Then, she looked at the nightmare that was standing in front of her. Something was off, something was wrong. The way the blond was grinning was making her shiver and step back. Then, all at once, his form exploded, and red eyes stared down from the... very... very very.. VERY large fox in front of her.
Her eyes shot open, sweat drenching her brow. She was outside of the brat's cage, almost like no time had passed at all. Shivering, she scrambled away from the cage, her breathing labored and her eyes filled with shock.
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Naruto looked at the cage that housed his prisoner, a smirk moving over his lips. His eyes bled into red and his laugh filled the area. He gleefully stared at the child that was housed inside of the cage, the whimpering child that was afraid of him, the child of the man who imprisoned him.
The lesson? Never trust a human's work.