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I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.
Al Capone (via aeoelu)
For a moment Shen allowed the silence to bite into him, black eyes staring into those of the stranger. A shift, the sound of a sheath touching the wall, and the boy turned his head away.
“Sit down then.”
His own clothes dripped rain water and soaked coldness into the marrow of his bones, lanky body shivering despite his attempts to stop. He would have started a fire as soon as he stepped in if it wasn’t for his paranoia. Now, he supposed it didn’t matter. He’d been found regardless. By whom? He didn’t know, and probably wouldn’t. The harsh bluntness of his voice had closed off many chances of interaction for him.
So he remained silent, curled upon himself in the darkest corner of the room he shared with the older male, onyx eyes watching warily.
“You got a name?”
The clink of a scabbard, of a sword being laid to rest, does plenty to affirm their disposition. Sasuke has nothing to fear from this boy. And as it was, he had full intentions of doing exactly as suggested.
He ends up taking the most unobtrusive spot in the room. Taking lax, unhurried strides to the side opposite of the boy. It comes to his attention during the short walk that his sandals are weighed down with water, soaking into the material, and producing a kind of semi-obnoxious sound with each step.
It simply wouldn’t do--
But there is an old fire pit in the center of the room. Previously shrouded in darkness, a closer look on inspection reveals the basic outline of a traditional, inlaid fire-pit. Settled with dust, but no matter.
Sasuke could work with that.
"I do.” He says after a moment, sliding down to sit cross-legged on the wooden floor. His eyes are focused elsewhere. “And you--” A quick glance is directed at his feet and by his sides. No wood. Sasuke looks up at the stranger, then-- the boy.
The boy isn’t completely still-- he’s shivering. Probably soaked to the bone, much like he is.
He does not ask for his name.
“Got any dry wood around where you’re sitting?”
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"You remind me of him, Uchiha Izuna." ... we are not the same, you won't be able to understand my pain.
Me rping two years ago: *replies coming at me left and right, non stop, no rest in sight* HELL YES MOTHER FUCKER COME AT ME I CAN DO ALL OF THESE NO PROBLEM YOU ARE TOO SLOW FOR ME I AM
Me role playing now: Wow...*clicks tongue* 8 drafts? Shit...wow that is a LOT of work...and those drafts have been there for like three weeks now. Mmm...I should get on that but...mmmm...*begins procrastinating more* Nah they'll be alright...
“Truth hurts.” Nagato’s voice was hoarse and bitter, the words reverberating on the cold stone walls. He felt truth. He knew all to well the work of this merciless reality. He was one of it’s products.
“Itachi bid all on the fact that not knowing the truth you will return to the village and start anew, life unbound by hatred. He wanted to be remembered a criminal. He paid the price for that mask and he kept that up. And I can’t say I’m not hoping for the same thing - I’m this world’s worst enemy as of now. I would much rather have myself be remembered for all the atrocities I did that pitied as someone who was built this way by a tragic existence.
Nothing will ever excuse what I did, the same way none of Itachi’s actions will be.
The man was well aware of that. He was well aware he tormented you enough.”
…And there was one more thing, but it regarded Madara more: the man was dangerous and manipulative. He would have gotten rid of the man if he wasn’t bound to him by all the information he held.
Itachi’s truth was only recently revealed to him as well as a mean to ‘not keep Sasuke in the dark’. Nagato had no idea why this boy became suddenly of such great interest to the masked man but…
…but…
The leader would have preferred leaving everything behind, in contrast to reanimating the past as he formerly did, but unfortunately that just wasn’t possible. He’ll have to live with this. He’ll bear with Sasuke.
It was the least he could do for the one he loved so dearly, even if the Uchiha’s acts seemed selfish now.
“… love works in the strangest ways…”
He still understood little as to why the two of them became as close as they did, and yet, it became his comfort. … and now his downfall…
No matter Itachi's intentions, he can't say that he can properly justify the past---their past. The one shared that, at one point, had involved two brothers locked in mutual killing intent. Leaving behind scars that won't ever fade with time. Undeniable; Itachi was his tormentor, but with the truth, comes a whole new perspective.
He doesn't see a menacing, blood-eyed shadow anymore. Sasuke sees an older brother, one who loved him without expecting any love in turn. A brother who was prepared to be hated, made a target, and eventually killed by his hand to secure his future. At this, there is simply no hate left in Sasuke.
Not for his brother, at least.
But more importantly, living the remainder of his life, free from the bonds of hatred, in a village he now sees as the major party to blame---said aloud, such a goal seemed forsaken from the start. If this is what Itachi had intended to happen, Sasuke is more likely to scoff than come close to indulging the possibility.
In fact, he will scoff. He understands Itachi better now than he ever did in the past, but this--
“I have no intention of returning to the village, and if that’s what Itachi wanted for me, I’m afraid that’s one thing I can’t honor. No, one thing I will never honor.”
As if he’d go back, now that he learned the truth and Sasuke know who’s really to blame.
To hell with the elders, the entire village---cowards, all of them, for forcing Itachi to do what he did, and not even providing him refuge among them. His brother cast out like a cold-hearted murderer at the age of thirteen, and doomed to be remembered as one after his death, when if anything, he should be hailed as a hero in their eyes.
Konoha is full to the brim with soft-bellied, complacent fools with no understanding of Itachi’s sacrifice. Further understanding of the pain they caused seemingly nonexistent, or ignored, all in favor of leading untroubled lives:
Quietly seething, his attention closes in on Nagato.
His interest is piqued for reasons he can’t explain, perhaps at the subtlest hint of melancholy threaded through those words. More than what meets the eye; something thick and unexplainable, like blood...Or like love?
“If I can go from hating my brother for years upon years, to loving him again within the span of a day, then yes---I agree. Love does work in the strangest ways.”
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The speech really had done nothing in the way of piquing his interest, falling on deaf ears as a result...--but no matter. He isn’t about to tell a man decades upon decades his senior to simply lay off. Even if it's a laughable suggestion out of context.
Someone like the Shodaime---or the Shodaime---is deserving of respect, or at least a jot of it. Such is just common etiquette and not personal estimation where Sasuke is concerned.
He quirks an eyebrow at the statement; curious. What exactly about his person could be perceived as interesting?
“I catch your eye? What do you mean by that?”
"Take me on as your student!"
No thanks---it's an unfounded order that he has no obligation to fulfill.
“I’d rather not.”
"Oh look who came running its been awhile Sasuke."
Formally known as the Shodaime; Hashirama. The man is all straight-backed composure and regal quality like he distantly remembers, accentuated by the man's presumably traditional, age-old armor.
Sasuke blinks in quiet regard. “Indeed it has.”
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