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うちはサスケ .
SasuHina [3/?]
30 Day Challenge Day 3: How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?
Looks, Money, and Clothes.. Was that not what made someone in these times? Who's kid you are, what type of family you came from. It all played a role in the never ending plague that was society.
The once prideful irritable Uchiha had indeed been someone of whom used his looks and genius abilities to the best of his ability.. Perhaps over exaggerating it when tested.
30 Day Challenge Day 3: Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?
Today was a better day, one in which he felt alright enough to stand in small time periods taking the opportunity to bathe himself instead of the awkward sponge baths he'd been subjected to since his ultimate death had worsened.
Head ducked as the water ran through coal locks he made quick use of the wash cloth given, cleaning the sweat and grime from himself before stopping as fingertips ran over an indention on his left rear cheek... Quite the amusing story how it had come to be... Itachi having had a small cat when he was little Sasuke had taken pleasure in playing with the kitten when the elder was in school or away from home on trips with their Father.
One night the cat had indeed gotten fed up with his toying, wrapping it's legs around his own leaving bloody trails in it's wake as it clawed the poor child's legs to pieces and bit his butt.
The scars on his legs having been much less severe than when he'd jerked and screeched and kicked trying to get the cat to let go of his rear causing quite the story to tell the older as to why he no longer had a cat when he got home.
30 Day Challenge Day 2: What are your characters most prominent physical features?
Was it the gravity defying silky ink locks or perhaps the striking long since bruised and sickly porcelain that was the best feature of the prominent Uchiha Sasuke?
The envy of the parties, the god among men the raven was indeed quite the looker, piercing dark orbs, brilliant high cheekbones, thin lips that every girl dreamed about. The only flaw within that gorgeous frame was scars from old piercings, some considered the tattoos scattered across it one as well, however they were nothing more than memories and simple things to the owner.
Sasuke Uchiha wasn't one for material things, he knew he had money, knew he could have whatever he wanted. He wasn't one to settle for long and contrary to popular belief and outward appearance his self esteem wasn't through the roof. The one cherished thing he held dear had indeed been his ability to see, the way he could give one a simple look and deem them unfit.
Orbs like that of the deepest well, orbs that seemed to dance within the darkness of the club somewhere between the bass of the speakers and a thin sweet body pressed against his own taller, lankier version.
30 Day Character Development Challenge Day 1:Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
Relationships, such a fickle thing, something one lying in a bed with a limited amount of time to breathe in such precious air took a little bit more gingerly than an unruly teenage dirt bag.
More often than not the raven sat there staring off into the numbing darkness with occasional gray splotches pondering these things... It used to be that he didn't care...or pretended not to care what the elders of his precious family thought of him.. Knowing somewhere long ago within that he couldn't ever meet the unholy expectations of Fugaku.
Mikoto, queen of the sweet cherished smiles he missed seeing so dearly at times wishing he'd been a bit more considerate of their thoughts than he had been. Rebellion having become a firm never ending comfort and home as time went on before the darkness took over he had indeed lost precious time.
Itachi... His treasured, brilliant aniki. He wouldn't ever see those disapproving gazes again nor would he be able to spot the crack in that usual stoic exterior. The occasional gentle smirk or smile they'd share over the smallest things or even the smallest argument.
'This will all be over soon...'
Caution with how she moved. Pulling the blanket up, slipping between layers of fabric. Hospital beds only allowed room for one, leaving Hinata little room to work with. A blessing, being so small. Curling against his left side. One knee lay over his thigh, arm against stomach, palm along the Uchiha’s chest. He was warm, smelling masculine, soft soaps, medication. Nuzzling her cheek against his bare shoulder, exhaling slowly.. “arigatou.”
Thoughts, and realization, swam through Hina’s fuzzy mind. Never had she been so close to a man before. Oddly intimate, in an innocent manner, comforting. “How.. do you feel?” she whispered against his skin. Knowing Sasuke was worse off, the last round of illness had passed for her. Had he been ill long before her? could this be why he was sick so often?
Nuzzling toward the comforting warmth the Uchiha shrugged, the true answer was unknown. He was sure he should have been dead days ago when he'd lost so much blood from busting those precious sore stitches. "I'm okay.." His voice was hushed, as though he feared being overheard when there wasn't a single sound on the floor at the moment. Perhaps the distant murmur of a patient's television several rooms down, the dust mop's quiet hum as it went along the floor as the mildly psychotic janitor listened to his 'youthful tunes' and finished his morning round.
For once he was tempted to ask of someone else's well being instead of focusing on himself though the words didn't seem to pass from his lips.
Jerking at the sound of Sasuke’s low, smug tone. “Aaah.. un??” came her reply. High in pitch, a sense of struggle, grasping for consciousness. Bottom sinks down against his thighs. A thin hand reaches out, connecting to his cheek. Where she curiously touches, poking him slightly.. “..oh.” the hand drops.
Heat rose up to her cheeks, trying to fight the fog clouding each thought. “C-cc.-cold.. Uu-ke..” Realization that she was in the man’s room, on his bed. Why it was so cold though? Hinata didn’t seem to understand. It was a heated facility, typically warm in her room.. Did he not have heat in his own? Didn’t feel all that cold a moment ago, was she unwell?
He didn't have the strength he once had to move her. "Then get under the blankets." He mumbled as her hand was withdrawn, "Just stay to my left side, the right has an IV." She was able to run free for the time being and he wasn't. Condition having worsened enough for them to take immediate care. A nurse came in every hour to check his vitals, pump some pain killers into a port and ask of his well being.
Silence generally followed in the air as he was very melancholic about having to remain in the bed. His mind wasn't quite as at ease as hers was though her warmth was much welcomed. It seemed the heating blankets they'd kept him under weren't enough. Mikoto was spending a couple hours downstairs with Itachi after much of his tired prodding.
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Itachi layed in his hospital bed it was early morning and had the bed sheets covering his face as he saw it was beging to get lighter outside.He sighed as he peeked out of the blankets looking over at the Iv then eyes drifted to the cord it was attached to he wanted to pull the thing out of his arm but knew it would do no good knowing the nurses would only attach it to him again.He sat up only to see it was horrible looking outside.He groned a little laying back back down in bed on his back because it he laid on either side it would only bring him pain.As he laid there his eyes slowly began to close again,Maybe when he woke up this time he will have a visitor.
Cool plastic greeted a feverish forehead as Sasuke leaned his head against the side of Itachi's bed. This had been the second time he'd come to visit and the older had been asleep. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his head continued to pound, telling himself he'd wait five more minutes and if he wasn't awake by then he'd leave once again, knowing his strength wouldn't hold out that long let alone much longer.
【ナルト x サクラ】 Happy Holidays!
xx - Time skip ahead..
Medication was a necessary evil, for the most part. She hated depending on it, hated needing it. Yet, grateful that it was able to subdue the horrors this illness brought. Demons, is how Hinata viewed the pain. Scratching, ripping her apart form the inside out. Unable to reach them, to stop the damage they caused.
Side effects were troublesome, so clouded. Unaware of what she was saying, or to whom at times. They changed them recently, no longer physically ill every hour. Still, she wished to have a sound mind. Never one to voice her complains, just cope.
Crawling out of bed, not wanting it anymore. You see, being blind did not stop the images in your mind. If anything, they seemed enhanced, far more real. Feeling along the hall walls, meds toying with memory. Wearing nothing but a thin tank top, underwear. Hinata shivers while passing closed doors. Finding one opened a bit, the smell inside familiar. Crawling onto the bed, a bold move. Teeth chatter, “p-plllee..” Wrapping arms around her cold frame.
Everyday seemed to get worse, body becoming this swirling abyss of nausea, pain, and sickness up until today. New medication... Something to ease the pain they said though it was more like make him miss his vision even more. Vivid dreams of his past seemed to dance behind closed lids as he laid there alone in his room on occasion thoughts of the milky eyed girl he'd grown somewhat close to flitting to the edge of the fog of his mind.
The sound of the door creak open was in the back of his mind, simply thinking it was apart of his 'dream' he paid it no mind until he felt the bed dip. Knees settling on either side of fragile slender hips glazed onyx orbs opened as he heard the sound of her voice and the smelled the familiar scent of lilac as silky locks fell over her shoulders. Surprise shown in his features as he sat still for a minute before carefully moving the covers back, "Well g'morning to you too." Sasuke remarked sarcastically taking note of her lack of pants
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Anywhere but Here | Drabble
Everyone it seems Has somewhere to go And the faster the world spins The shorter the lights will glow
Rain.... Such a beautiful thing as the drops hit the window and slid down in the glass room he lay in on the roof. How there could be so much comfort in such a small thing as drops hitting the glass he didn't know though it was always a welcomed luxury
Since coming here time itself seemed to slow down to an ancient creep as did all other things. His body's energy was depleting much quicker than it had days before and he could almost taste the alcohol and hear the screams of joy as it struck early morning. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Lost in a crowd of people with a red solo cup in hand, studying for upcoming finals, grumbling at Itachi as they got ready for another business trip...Anything but here.
The room was warm despite it's glass encasing with no insulation, floor covered with his own comforter and a pillow as he lay perfectly still in thought, hiding for once as the people several floors down slept blissfully unaware of his presence above them. It was nearing his birthday once again, both a grave occasion and a celebration that he'd survived that long.
This occasion however was nothing but a bitter grave reminder to him, no joy was found in the idea of still being alive, battling illness and remaining in a bed over half the time. So many people...so many people he'd watched fade out of his life, people he'd thought would be there with him were now nothing more than a distant memory. Even if he only wanted to be out of here somewhere within his mind he knew he never would be, he would always just be here.