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naruto fic teaser - Team seven IN SPACE! or something.
Though so far it's only Sasuke. u.u;
And yes, it's supposed to be unclear about some things, though not about everything. if you can't understand a sentence at all please point it out.
Anyway! Scifi/space AU, Sasuke-centric, Team seven.
"You'll have to find a way to make sure of Sarutobi's replacement."
Sasuke opened the fridge and picked up a coffee can, popped a straw through the seal.
"It'll either be Utatane Koharu or Mitokado Homura, Sasuke, and you know neither of them approves of your continued freedom. Or of your continued existence, either."
Tasted like ass, but station coffee always did. It helped wake him up. Good enough. When it worked.
"Little brother..."
He didn't have a lot of coffee left. No second can today then. Sucked, because his head was still muzzy. At least sleeping in zero grav hadn't left him with a headache in... a very long time.
Not to say he didn't get headaches from other things.
He checked the clock. A half-hour until gravity and the official start of his day.
"You need to do something about them, Sasuke. You know you do. I wish I could do it for you, but -- I can't. You'll have to. Sarutobi trusted you--"
Sasuke threw his can in the waste disposal; it hit with a loud clank. He rubbed his temples with both fists, knuckles and all. God, he wanted to wake all the way up already.
"They never did. They never will. They don't care that nothing happened yet. You can't afford--"
"Shut up," he rasped, eyes closed, hands pressing down on his ears until it hurt. Shit. One, two, three seconds, and he opened his eyes wide. "Computer, lights ninety percent." He kept them open even as the room went from muted yellow to bright, blinding white and his pupils constricted painfully.
Up. He slipped free from the table and pushed it back into the wall, started rummaging through his drawers. A half-hour before he had to be anywhere meant a half-hour he could spend running. As much as you could run in zero-grav. More like bouncing from foothold to conveniently angled wall. Needed more concentration than simple jogging. Suited him fine.
The first set of clothes that popped out was yesterday's, barely worn. Space-black from collar to boot, but then again a lot of his outfits were dark blue or black. This one didn't even have white stripes down his sides so that he wouldn't look like a person-shaped hull breach in case the lights went down.
He'd had to change for the funeral.
"...You miss him, don't you."
Sasuke gritted his teeth.
No choice anymore. He was awake now. He turned to his first aid kit -- in arm's reach, like almost everything else in the tiny room -- and got a fresh patch out. The old one didn't want to peel off right away; should have been good another day or two, but obviously not.
"There's nothing wrong with grieving, Sasuke. Sarutobi was a good person. He did the best he could."
Sasuke applied himself, washing the sticky residue first and then applying the new patch, on the back of his neck where it wouldn't crease too much from him nodding or turning his head. There. Only a couple of seconds for it to go into the bloodstream and right into his brain. Ten seconds, nine, eight... five...
Silence.
Anyway, clothes. He might as well be logical about it... No one on the station had enough cupboard space that they could afford to keep a formal outfit they'd use once every ten years. A big percentage of his clothes happened to be black. And he wasn't going to blow his pay on unnecessary cleaning fees.
He got fresh underclothes, and then slipped into his outfit from yesterday, zipping the black vest up to his chin.
He wasn't grieving Sarutobi, anyway. It wasn't denial. It wasn't the patch. He might have, if he could. He knew he should have. After the -- after -- Sarutobi had been the only one who dared to come close, who wasn't afraid of what Sasuke had become. Who still smiled and patted his head and asked if he needed anything, anything at all. Who got him a job when he grew old enough to ask for one. Sasuke was fully aware of his debt, of the respect the man had earned from him, of how much of a loss his death was.
He knew by all logic any child should have grown attached enough to mourn.
But he didn't.
He just didn't.
Twenty minutes left for his run, and then he needed to present himself to the labs for his daily before-work checkup. He'd have to mention the patches were losing efficiency. He keyed the locked door open, and walked out of the empty room.
And yes, it's supposed to be unclear about some things, though not about everything. if you can't understand a sentence at all please point it out.
Anyway! Scifi/space AU, Sasuke-centric, Team seven.
"You'll have to find a way to make sure of Sarutobi's replacement."
Sasuke opened the fridge and picked up a coffee can, popped a straw through the seal.
"It'll either be Utatane Koharu or Mitokado Homura, Sasuke, and you know neither of them approves of your continued freedom. Or of your continued existence, either."
Tasted like ass, but station coffee always did. It helped wake him up. Good enough. When it worked.
"Little brother..."
He didn't have a lot of coffee left. No second can today then. Sucked, because his head was still muzzy. At least sleeping in zero grav hadn't left him with a headache in... a very long time.
Not to say he didn't get headaches from other things.
He checked the clock. A half-hour until gravity and the official start of his day.
"You need to do something about them, Sasuke. You know you do. I wish I could do it for you, but -- I can't. You'll have to. Sarutobi trusted you--"
Sasuke threw his can in the waste disposal; it hit with a loud clank. He rubbed his temples with both fists, knuckles and all. God, he wanted to wake all the way up already.
"They never did. They never will. They don't care that nothing happened yet. You can't afford--"
"Shut up," he rasped, eyes closed, hands pressing down on his ears until it hurt. Shit. One, two, three seconds, and he opened his eyes wide. "Computer, lights ninety percent." He kept them open even as the room went from muted yellow to bright, blinding white and his pupils constricted painfully.
Up. He slipped free from the table and pushed it back into the wall, started rummaging through his drawers. A half-hour before he had to be anywhere meant a half-hour he could spend running. As much as you could run in zero-grav. More like bouncing from foothold to conveniently angled wall. Needed more concentration than simple jogging. Suited him fine.
The first set of clothes that popped out was yesterday's, barely worn. Space-black from collar to boot, but then again a lot of his outfits were dark blue or black. This one didn't even have white stripes down his sides so that he wouldn't look like a person-shaped hull breach in case the lights went down.
He'd had to change for the funeral.
"...You miss him, don't you."
Sasuke gritted his teeth.
No choice anymore. He was awake now. He turned to his first aid kit -- in arm's reach, like almost everything else in the tiny room -- and got a fresh patch out. The old one didn't want to peel off right away; should have been good another day or two, but obviously not.
"There's nothing wrong with grieving, Sasuke. Sarutobi was a good person. He did the best he could."
Sasuke applied himself, washing the sticky residue first and then applying the new patch, on the back of his neck where it wouldn't crease too much from him nodding or turning his head. There. Only a couple of seconds for it to go into the bloodstream and right into his brain. Ten seconds, nine, eight... five...
Silence.
Anyway, clothes. He might as well be logical about it... No one on the station had enough cupboard space that they could afford to keep a formal outfit they'd use once every ten years. A big percentage of his clothes happened to be black. And he wasn't going to blow his pay on unnecessary cleaning fees.
He got fresh underclothes, and then slipped into his outfit from yesterday, zipping the black vest up to his chin.
He wasn't grieving Sarutobi, anyway. It wasn't denial. It wasn't the patch. He might have, if he could. He knew he should have. After the -- after -- Sarutobi had been the only one who dared to come close, who wasn't afraid of what Sasuke had become. Who still smiled and patted his head and asked if he needed anything, anything at all. Who got him a job when he grew old enough to ask for one. Sasuke was fully aware of his debt, of the respect the man had earned from him, of how much of a loss his death was.
He knew by all logic any child should have grown attached enough to mourn.
But he didn't.
He just didn't.
Twenty minutes left for his run, and then he needed to present himself to the labs for his daily before-work checkup. He'd have to mention the patches were losing efficiency. He keyed the locked door open, and walked out of the empty room.
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And some experiemnt went wrong...?
Am I the only one who makes good things happen to Sasuke?
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... WELL. XD;;;
Am I the only one who makes good things happen to Sasuke?
Yes. u.u-b