Uchiha Sasuke (uchiha_sasu) wrote in pandemansion, @ 2008-05-04 14:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | hyuuga neji, uchiha sasuke |
April 9th; Sasuke and Neji
Who?: Uchiha Sasuke and Hyuuga Neji
What?: Dealing with sense-loss.
When?: April 9th; Early Morning
Where?: 2nd Floor Hallway, and then Neji's room
Rating?: PG-13
Status?: In progress.
Darkness.
That was all there was to see. Nothing but a vast see of darkness that weighted on Sasuke, pressing him down, suffocating him. He couldn’t see. It terrified him. It terrified him more than Itachi ever did or Orochimaru or any of the other demons and skeletons that the Uchiha had collected over the years. It terrified him almost as much as the realization that those black flames, forever burning and terrifying, were a remnant of Itachi.
A remnant of his brother inside of him.
He wondered if this is what his brother had felt like when he had opened his eyes one day to realize that nothing was as bright as it was the day before, to realize that one day everything would be black. Except that everything was black to Sasuke. There was no blurriness, no fading, just darkness. Maybe Sasuke hadn’t been worth enough to be given a warning, some time, something.
Why wouldn’t Itachi just die!?
Sasuke didn’t know what time it was. Couldn’t know what time it was. He couldn’t see, couldn’t take in any of the details of the room or the view. It had to have been early, though; he had just woken up. But for all he knew, he had slept in far longer than he was used to. Maybe it was evening. Maybe he had slept the day away. Maybe it was days or weeks since his confrontation with Kimimaro. Instead of just one.
Just the one where he had remained in his room all day long, hidden away from everybody, trying to figure out why – Why wouldn’t Itachi’s presence just leave him the hell alone!? He was dead. He shouldn’t have still been following him around!
But that “Amaterasu”… it hadn’t been his own. It couldn’t have been his own. Naruto was still alive, was still fine, and Sasuke did not kill him. No, Sasuke would not have killed Naruto. Ever. And yet those black flames could not be denied no matter how much he tried. What…? How…?
And now he was blind, and there was nothing but darkness. Another remnant of Itachi burned forever into his eyes.
Somehow – how, he wasn’t quite sure – he found himself out in the hallway, walking, stumbling. Not dressed and not heading toward the stairs, though. No. How could he? He couldn’t see, and he was trying not to panic, but there was that pressure pressing against his chest that made it a little hard to breathe and his eyes were wide but seeing nothing. His hands fumbled along the wall, then a door, and then some more wall as he shuffled down the hall, uncertain, unknowing, blind.
But he had to get to somebody, anybody, but he didn’t know where Kakashi was. He should have paid more attention or asked or something so that he would know, because he knew - knew - that his old sensei would have helped him. But he didn’t know. Didn’t know where the copy-nin would be. And he didn’t know who else he could trust, could turn to, save for… but the Hyuuga – he didn’t know where the Hyuuga was either. Only that he was somewhere on this floor, somewhere back the other away, opposite the stairs. So, he walked, or stumbled, or something in the direction, hoping to find him or somebody or something.
His bare feet brushed against the carpeted hallway as he took small stumbling steps against the wall. ONEtwothree, he counted in his head, trying to remain calm, trying not to panic (but he was terrified, so scared, so uncertain, and all he could think about was how this was his penance, his reward for finally accomplishing his goal). ONEtwothree, he continued as he shuffled.
But suddenly, his feet were tripping over themselves and he was falling and the carpet was suddenly meeting his face. And he lay there, shaking ever slightly, trying to figure what he was supposed to do next.