volume five : setting traps [1/?]
This existence became a tiring cycle, with his never ending in-between of silence and sense. And what was worse than that uncertainty was that he was often left alone with his droning thoughts: of not waking up, of losing his consciousness again, of being imprisoned to this unmoving body.
Though, nothing prickled his mind to move. No memory reminded him why he was lying here, paralyzed.
He knew, if he willed enough, some miniscule strength still remained in his flesh, enough energy that his atrophied muscles could slightly contract. Yet an invisible force shackled him - still chained him - to immobility. His eyelids seemed to be the hardest thing to lift from any part of his body.
The only comfort he had was the sudden acuity of his other senses.
Everything. Anything. They all seemed clear in flashes of unnamed colors. It filled the dark corners beneath his lids, followed by sounds and scents he was slowly becoming accustomed to. They were his silent guides to distinguish the mornings and the nights: the grayish drips of an IV chamber, the red ticking seconds from a digital alarm clock, the constant hum of machines simmering in white.
An old door creaks, crimson rust rippled in the shadows, and then the air lodged on his throat.
It announced the arrival of a constant, unwelcoming presence in his room.
There was the clinking of delicate china, the wafting aroma of Darjeeling. The almost taste of cloying sweet-cream, the fragrance of laundered shirts and the creases ofĀ expensive leather.
His visitorās familiar ritual: tea time in the middle of a dreary midday.
āGood afternoon,ā his unknown visitor spoke, purple velvet fluttering beneath his eyelids, words coated in sweet venom. A brush of warm air, a soft caress of sharp nails against his temple. The presence of pain and warmth was quite foreign at the moment.
Another routine started when the man withdrew: cooking shows for mornings, string classics for afternoons. But that was better than the read-aloud romance novel sessions for evenings, riddled with snappy commentaries after every maudlin moment, as if the man could feel his distress and savored his mental torture.
Knowing that the presence of tea conditioned him to prepare himself for the usual monologues or numbing, soothing music, his ears suddenly rang when there was a loud click, and the room was filled with noise.
His distraction for the day was different, and he didnāt know if he should be relieved or wary of the change in routine. Heā¦He didnāt like change. He knows that, he should know that about himself.
Paper crackled; a broadsheet news page being turned to the next, he assumed. There were monotonous voices, clear-cut and direct; an early evening news.
āāit seems that the legal defense of Uchiha Itachi, against the State, has asked for relocation of his facilities, as well as an immediate medical attention. Todayās tribunal has presented us his current respiratory deterioration, which was confirmed by various medical teams trusted by the court. Because of this, even if the case does bring to light that Uchiha Itachi is a true contract assassin for the infamous homicide of the late Overlord Uchiha, he might not even live long enough to reveal his contractors, much less to serve his full sentence if he does not receive treatmentāā
āIāve always admired him.ā It was an affectionate chuckle from his constant companion. āYour brother has been a very talented liar in this sham of a case. He hides his secrets well.ā
āāIs the government merely hiding the fact that she may have been involved with the unfortunate incident? Or is she a victim, and is still being kept captive? It is the most speculated mystery of this case, as the investigation revealed that Lady Uchiha disappeared a week before Lord Uchihaās death. There have been no confirmations of her location, as well as her current well-being even until this point. There are speculations based from unofficial reports that she was attacked first before Lord Uchiha, and was recuperating from her life threatening injuries. Public interest rose when the Witness Protection Team provided information that Lady Uchiha is being kept in custody. According to most reports, it is believed that Lady Uchiha could be hiding near the Saitama Prefecture āā
It was followed by a clink of a teacup against the delicate plate.
āOh, havenāt I already told you?ā
The urge to open his eyes overwhelmed even his need to breathe.
It echoed in his mind. A sudden wave ā a nauseating rush, if it can be called that ā raged through his veins, immediately lit his nerves ablaze in burning pain.
He is entirely sure that this man before his prone figure saw the jump of a pulse from his already straining neck, because he felt the intense amused gaze directed on him. A muffled, choking growl could be heard, and he barely recognized that it was rumbling deep within his chest. He could finally feel his arms, swept in intense pain, as he tried to raise them up and tear the tubes that were starting to suffocate him, but his hands were restrained.
āDonāt you think thatās the best news, after these boring four months,ā the curling sneer throb a bright violet beneath the shadows, āSasuke?ā
In response, a pair of slate eyes opened, bloodshot and livid.
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