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Teamwork!Sasuke is talking to me again. NOT TOO SOON, BITCH. *kicks*
First he started the chapter with pages and pages of emo whining (and I haven't really read it over again seriously, so there might be bits I'll end up cutting out if they're redundant or put the emo level too high), and when the interaction bit starts -- bam! Mister Uchiha is sulking. Rarr. Been stuck on the same events forever, but the dialogue sounded stilted and awkward and I couldn't fix it -- and then today the bitch just goes "well, why don't you switch this and that event? dumbass." and it actually looks like it could WORK, too. *ish happy*
I'm too braindead to really write, but i'm taking quick notes and stuff and weee. To celebrate the return of the mojo,
Monday. Start of the new week. Return to normal life, waiting for Kakashi at the bridge. Hopefully, a mission, to hone his skills even further...
Hah. Right. After that mess with Naruto, they should be glad if they got anything but D-class for the next year.
Sasuke stared at the water running merrily under the red bridge, the same cheerful, unconcerned way it always did, and briefly, irrationally resented it for staying the same when his whole life was fucked with once again.
It wasn't really a bad change in itself, and ninjas adapted easily to new circumstances, it was in the job description.
It wasn't a bad change in the way his whole clan getting murdered was. But it fucked with his plans all the same.
He glanced at Naruto; the moron was goofing off on the handrail, trying to spot fish in the shadows of the bridge. He didn't seem the worse for wear, for someone who had spent his night roaming the building -- and incidentally mildly freaking Sasuke out.
When he'd been told about Naruto's sleepwalking problem, during their brief escape from the village, he'd assumed it to mean that Kyuubi was somehow in control -- but he should have known better. If Kyuubi really had been able to take total control while Naruto was unaware, they'd have locked him up ages ago. Jiraiya, for all his liking the blond pest, would have never covered that up.
But even though the eyes were indeed red, the nails way too long, and the behavior not quite human -- Naruto never sniffed things that openly, or hunted bats and cats and rats and other animals who had the misfortune of coming out at night... Well, Sasuke kind of doubted that Kyuubi no Youko would ever lower himself to actually look twice at that sort of prey. It seemed so far beneath him. Besides, there was no real recognition in his -- their? -- eyes. He was acknowledged as being there, sometimes he was sniffed too, or nudged and bumped into semi-affectionately, but they didn't talk to him and didn't answer beyond a twitch or a vague frown when he talked to them. He'd only met Kyuubi face to face once, but it was enough to remember his expressions. They were wildly different from Naruto's, but there was no denying that they were there. They were not the expression he'd showed last night.
He didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do about it, or even if he was supposed to do anything. He didn't know how much Naruto was aware of, how dangerous it was to the seal, if he was supposed to report it or hide it or if it really wasn't important. That didn't improve his mood.
"Hello, Sasuke-kun, Naruto!" Sakura's voice was a bit subdued, though he could hear a smile in her voice anyway. It annoyed him, that one of his new duties was to notice, and try to find a way to fix that.
He shouldn't have minded caring. But he cared. And he minded a hell of a lot. Caring was only a burden for an avenger.
He'd allowed that burden to slow him down a little when it had been clear that his teammates wouldn't let him leave them behind -- and also when Itachi had more or less disappeared. He'd allowed them to slow his quest for power down, because they wouldn't let him go and he had been made aware that he needed more time to catch up to his brother. He had despised himself for the need for them, for missing an opportunity -- but the opportunity was gone with Orochimaru's death and they -- his teammates, his teacher, the Hokage and the Council and fucking everyone -- had been careful not to allow him to glimpse any other occasion to get stronger that didn't come from the Leaf. And after a few years, he'd grudgingly admitted that maybe the Leaf didn't stifle his growth the way he'd thought at thirteen.
But there was a difference between having teammates dogging his heels on his path to power and settling down to raise a family.
He didn't want to share his thoughts with the two of them, though; even despite how well they knew him, they would still try to make it better by insisting on the good sides. He was aware of the good sides. It didn't dull his first goal in life any, and it didn't make him feel any less hampered by the shitload of new responsibilities he'd acquired.
Naruto could laugh and be carefree, he thought with some resentment as he watched Sakura hesitate a second before giving him a peck on the cheek. He was getting almost everything he'd ever wanted, and there was no good reason why it would prevent him from reaching for Hokage later on. Sakura at least was more sensible; she wasn't walking on Cloud Nine all the time.
He didn't want to make it worse for everyone by being an ass, so when she went to him and paused, unsure, he leaned toward her a little, a neutral expression firmly affixed to his face. She pecked his offered cheek quickly, and then beamed. It made him twitch inwardly. If only he could be stopped from obsessing over his own problems so easily -- argh. And now he was feeling sorry for himself.
First he started the chapter with pages and pages of emo whining (and I haven't really read it over again seriously, so there might be bits I'll end up cutting out if they're redundant or put the emo level too high), and when the interaction bit starts -- bam! Mister Uchiha is sulking. Rarr. Been stuck on the same events forever, but the dialogue sounded stilted and awkward and I couldn't fix it -- and then today the bitch just goes "well, why don't you switch this and that event? dumbass." and it actually looks like it could WORK, too. *ish happy*
I'm too braindead to really write, but i'm taking quick notes and stuff and weee. To celebrate the return of the mojo,
Monday. Start of the new week. Return to normal life, waiting for Kakashi at the bridge. Hopefully, a mission, to hone his skills even further...
Hah. Right. After that mess with Naruto, they should be glad if they got anything but D-class for the next year.
Sasuke stared at the water running merrily under the red bridge, the same cheerful, unconcerned way it always did, and briefly, irrationally resented it for staying the same when his whole life was fucked with once again.
It wasn't really a bad change in itself, and ninjas adapted easily to new circumstances, it was in the job description.
It wasn't a bad change in the way his whole clan getting murdered was. But it fucked with his plans all the same.
He glanced at Naruto; the moron was goofing off on the handrail, trying to spot fish in the shadows of the bridge. He didn't seem the worse for wear, for someone who had spent his night roaming the building -- and incidentally mildly freaking Sasuke out.
When he'd been told about Naruto's sleepwalking problem, during their brief escape from the village, he'd assumed it to mean that Kyuubi was somehow in control -- but he should have known better. If Kyuubi really had been able to take total control while Naruto was unaware, they'd have locked him up ages ago. Jiraiya, for all his liking the blond pest, would have never covered that up.
But even though the eyes were indeed red, the nails way too long, and the behavior not quite human -- Naruto never sniffed things that openly, or hunted bats and cats and rats and other animals who had the misfortune of coming out at night... Well, Sasuke kind of doubted that Kyuubi no Youko would ever lower himself to actually look twice at that sort of prey. It seemed so far beneath him. Besides, there was no real recognition in his -- their? -- eyes. He was acknowledged as being there, sometimes he was sniffed too, or nudged and bumped into semi-affectionately, but they didn't talk to him and didn't answer beyond a twitch or a vague frown when he talked to them. He'd only met Kyuubi face to face once, but it was enough to remember his expressions. They were wildly different from Naruto's, but there was no denying that they were there. They were not the expression he'd showed last night.
He didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do about it, or even if he was supposed to do anything. He didn't know how much Naruto was aware of, how dangerous it was to the seal, if he was supposed to report it or hide it or if it really wasn't important. That didn't improve his mood.
"Hello, Sasuke-kun, Naruto!" Sakura's voice was a bit subdued, though he could hear a smile in her voice anyway. It annoyed him, that one of his new duties was to notice, and try to find a way to fix that.
He shouldn't have minded caring. But he cared. And he minded a hell of a lot. Caring was only a burden for an avenger.
He'd allowed that burden to slow him down a little when it had been clear that his teammates wouldn't let him leave them behind -- and also when Itachi had more or less disappeared. He'd allowed them to slow his quest for power down, because they wouldn't let him go and he had been made aware that he needed more time to catch up to his brother. He had despised himself for the need for them, for missing an opportunity -- but the opportunity was gone with Orochimaru's death and they -- his teammates, his teacher, the Hokage and the Council and fucking everyone -- had been careful not to allow him to glimpse any other occasion to get stronger that didn't come from the Leaf. And after a few years, he'd grudgingly admitted that maybe the Leaf didn't stifle his growth the way he'd thought at thirteen.
But there was a difference between having teammates dogging his heels on his path to power and settling down to raise a family.
He didn't want to share his thoughts with the two of them, though; even despite how well they knew him, they would still try to make it better by insisting on the good sides. He was aware of the good sides. It didn't dull his first goal in life any, and it didn't make him feel any less hampered by the shitload of new responsibilities he'd acquired.
Naruto could laugh and be carefree, he thought with some resentment as he watched Sakura hesitate a second before giving him a peck on the cheek. He was getting almost everything he'd ever wanted, and there was no good reason why it would prevent him from reaching for Hokage later on. Sakura at least was more sensible; she wasn't walking on Cloud Nine all the time.
He didn't want to make it worse for everyone by being an ass, so when she went to him and paused, unsure, he leaned toward her a little, a neutral expression firmly affixed to his face. She pecked his offered cheek quickly, and then beamed. It made him twitch inwardly. If only he could be stopped from obsessing over his own problems so easily -- argh. And now he was feeling sorry for himself.
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