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Monday, May 15, 2006


Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead, for they have no dreams.

The boy warily looks around the area as his shadow twists oddly on the walls of the dimly lit tunnels. Sasuke greets his new home coldly.

His clothes are uncomfortable; the bow feels like weights around his waist--but he would bear it.

He quickly eases into his daily routine of small meals and exhaustive training. At first, Orochimaru's constant presence unnerves him, but like all other things, it eventually seems entirely normal.

He doesn't know whether it's caused by the training sessions or simple frustration, but Sasuke begins to dream of that distant, glorious moment in which his blood flows between his fingers--when he destroys the one most painful reminder of the brother he lost.

But the relentless sting of the cursed seal serves as a bitter reminder of the reality of his world.

Stubbornly, he burns the scene into his memory, until it eventually becomes the constant fuel of which he trains, grows, and lives by.

And when Sasuke screams in his sleep, and Kabuto is forced to awaken him, and his opened eyes immediately bleed the rage of Sharingan red, both silently know of whom he was dreaming.

For now, Sasuke dwells in his fantasies, and most of all, his memories.

Because no matter how ugly, they're all he has left.

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It's been a really long time since I last wrote one of these. Obviously inspired by Saucekay-kin's recent manga appearance.

Now, to lighten the mood, the ever hilarious biztheinsane wrote an LJ post on NaruSasu and the recent manga chapters:

I'VE REALLY BEEN READING BL MANGA ALL THIS TIME???

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