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[gentlehyuuga]

Brothers || Sasuke and Hinata

She could still feel the warmth of his blood. The over powering smell of copper as it hit her face. His body going limp fresh in her mind. Hinata knew that losing comrades, fathers, mothers, brothers, was part of being a shinobi. That's why she willingly sacrificed herself. She knew that he was detrimental to winning the war. It was supposed to be her blood split. 

Hinata stood in the training field. Her knuckles bloody and breath shallow. The tree she was standing in front of torn to bits. It had been weeks but she couldn't overcome this feeling. Guilt. 

After the funeral, her father reappointed her as heiress of the Hyuugas. Explaining that her efforts in the war had shown her power as a leader. But without Neji beside her, she felt it was pointless. He was the only one deserving such a title. No one had felt the pain of the Hyuga power structure as devastatingly as him. Neji spent years, slowly dying, because of her power as heiress. How was she supposed to change this power when she, once again, profited over his pain? 

Hinata could feel chakra approaching the training grounds. Ignoring it, she kicked the tree stub, causing it to fracture and split apart. Assuming it was someone simply passing by. 

Since his death, she had very little alone time. Between the aftermath of the war, funerals, along Kiba and Shino dotting on her. The two were just trying to make sure she was okay. That she didn't blame herself. But she couldn't help but feel suffocated. As much as they tried, Hinata knew they couldn't understand. 

She had brushed with death a few times. At one point this had given her strength, proof that she could fight through anything. Until the very end. Now she was left wondering if it was just some sick cosmic joke. Kept alive just to see a man who once tried to kill her, die for her. 

Her palm pressed into what was let of the tree, demolishing what was left of it; splinters digging underneath her skin. "Fuck...," she mumbled under her breath. As much as she tried to move past it. To accept it. Every moment she was alone was filled with guilt. Another man died for her. Someone she loved. 

Hinata began to move on to something else she could pummel, but noticed the presence of chakra still lingering behind her. She turned to see Sasuke resting next to a tree, he was watching her. Her cheeks turned bright red. "G... good afternoon, Sasuke-kun... do... do you need something?" Hinata stuttered, embarrassed the Uchiha caught her off guard.  

[realshinobi-blog]

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Character Name: Uchiha Sasuke Age: 17 Rank: Unranked, SS Ninja

OOC

Name/Alias: Michael Age/Country: 20, Australia. Online Frequency: Consistent 4-7 days Why you chose this character: To both try something more difficult and also to justify the character in a way that seemed much more natural and to his ideals then the sudden warping in 699 after the fight against Naruto. Do you watch the anime/Have you read the manga?:  Yes to both

History:

Sasuke’s life has been a deadly mix of strong convictions blended with a foundation of lies and deception; constantly changing to meet other peoples desires.

Skipping to just before the war because trying to explain all of Sasuke here will be a total full length essay.

After meeting with the Hokage, men of ideals whom shaped the entire village Sasuke came to the conclusion that without a reason for the people of the villages to band together, to keep in mind the teachings of the past and work together onto a brighter future they must have something to lose.

His conviction of becoming the new Hokage came from both a sense of injustice and vengeance for the atrocities committed by the ‘system’. A system that sees the manipulation of a young boy to kill his own clan as a resounding success, the oppression of a clan with power to be more effective than trying to solve differences.

Essentially a system that would never humble itself, graciously deciding to forgive those ‘it’ had wronged never admitting that it was flawed and protecting the disgraceful status quo

That is why he desired to be rid of it all, he desired to create a clean slate where a new system must emerge. Free from the atrocities of the past and the old stale minds still bitter from era’s past. As he fought Madara and later Kaguya and saw how the world had united, the ultimate peace even in a war zone he came up with the idea of becoming the kage whom would be the shadow for the world to fear; to band together yet never be able to vanquish.

Then they would truly cherish one another.

After his fight with Naruto a clash of ideals but more so a ‘friend’ trying his best to reach out to Sasuke, going so far as to lose his arm and not care for a minute. After that fight Sasuke was again shaken but for the first time he felt comfortable the burden having been lifted from him for he knew he could do absolutely nothing more at that moment.

That moment forced him to reflect and he became uncertain in everything…except Naruto his friend.

For a while he was lost, he apologized to Sakura although from the heart it was awkward and he knew that bridges had still been burnt even with her. He returned to Konoha, to his apartment still stunned by many things and simply letting decisions happen around him.

Sasuke kept himself there most of the time, away from judging eyes and the inevitable moment he would explain himself. Only those whom he travelled with, his old sensei and members of team 7 made an effort to reach out to him although he began to put walls up again, he knows he still wants change, for the system to be more accountable…but currently all his thoughts have led to no solution.

But he has tried to smile more, he does have a guilty desire to have a home again.

But does moving after this simple wish invalidate the atrocities? Would he lose sight of his convictions?

I believe Sasuke’s greatest challenge over the years after the war will be accepting that arguing for his cause, one of a just world were villages can’t simply decide the fate of the few callously is not in contest with him having a home in that very same village.

Roleplay Sample:

Laughter, the clattering of plates and loud blissful conversation.

These were the things that Sasuke could clearly here from the shadowed doorway. His eyes downcast Sasuke had a tired expression, he felt exhaustion merely leaving his apartment, everything layered in over three years of dust.

Ever since his return, one secretly abhorred as the decision after all he was a traitor in their eyes a title he had certainly earned. He had no desire to leave his private forgotten corner of the village, in fact he hadn’t even attempted to push the dust off of his sheets let alone anywhere else in his room. Pushing the dust away would be itself an act of accepting Konoha, the condition of taking care of his ‘home’.

He felt the ire of those whom did not know much, let alone the truth, it was constantly around him in the village. This was the same glares all Uchiha once held the right to, now those glares were now exclusively for him. Sasuke would return home shaking some afternoons, was it anger? Loathing? Fear?

Sitting there his back against the door he wondered if everything he had done was for naught. There would be no change, not without his action. His goal of bringing justice for those who were oppressed to bring down a system that allows for children to be manipulated to further protect those in power.

When his mind went down this track he felt powerless, as if there was no point after all he had tried to achieve was out of reach.

[gentlehyuuga]

Meeting the Demon || Sasuke and Hinata

A voice rang through the streets of Konoha. "Oi! Hinata!" Almost instantly recognizing who it was, she whipped around to greet the orange ninja running towards her. He frantically waved his hand, as if he wasn't noticeable enough; clutching on to a plastic bag. She noticed the people around them staring at the ruckus and slightly giggled to herself.  He was always the center of attention. 

"Good Afternoon, Naruto-kun...," Hinata said, giving him a small bow. Before she could exchange pleasantries Naruto interrupted her. 

"Could you take these to Sasuke's? I was on my way over there and Kakashi-sensei said he needed to see me immediately. It's just some groceries but if I don't check if he eats he probably won't..." He rattled, thrusting the bag into her hands. "All you have to do is make sure he eats it! Thank you so much Hinata! I owe you!" Naruto yelled, already running towards the Hokage building. Not giving Hinata the chance to protest. 

She gazed down at the groceries in her hand and let out a sigh. The war had just ended. Most shinobi were on missions to repair any damage done to the villages. The unlucky few that specialized in tracking were off finding bodies to be shipped home. It was far and few in between that anyone had any free time. Today was a well earned day off. Heading towards Sasuke's apartment, she let out a heavier sigh. At least I had nothing planed...

The Uchiha's return to Konoha was not popular amongst the Konoha 10. Most of them regarding him as a traitor. His proclamation of becoming Hokage certainly didn't help him any. They thought he was out right insane, herself included. But Hinata couldn't help but notice how much Naruto's face has lit up over the last few weeks. He lost an arm, but she thought he never looked happier. She couldn't find it in her to hate Sasuke.

That didn't mean she wanted to go over babysit him either. The two haven't spoken since they were genin, she couldn't even remember if they had ever had a conversation. Hinata approached his door. What if he doesn't remember me...? 

She knocked. 

[psychobabblesnake-blog]

The State of Things :: Sasuke & Orochimaru

Out of all the charges in Hinokuni's psyche ward something about Sasuke Uchiha intrigued Orochimaru to no end. A large part of it was the demented sense of irony he enjoyed. The Uchiha family had grated on his nerves since he was a boy, each one born with a gracious helping of arrogance at their disposal and no humility to speak of.

This is not to say Orochimaru wasn't arrogant: his ego could suffocate small whales. But it was something he earned over a lifetime of learning and suffering. Perhaps he hated them for taking family for granted. They certainly didn't have to worry about that anymore.

And now here was one of the last Uchiha trapped in this place, too arrogant to even let anything end his life but himself. Deemed dangerous to himself and others...That's what the forms said. That's what he signed off on.

The boy had witnessed the murder of his entire family at a young age, a more than acceptable reason to have some loose bats in the belfry. Orochimaru has seen worse, but there was something about Sasuke. He felt it a gross waste of potential for the boy to just snuff himself out like a candle in the wind. Perhaps he could be persuaded otherwise and so he was trapped in here with him and the rest of the loons.

He'd assigned Hatake to watch over him. Something amusing about the tragic leading the tragic to an unknown end. But today Orochimaru was slinking about the ward checking in on charges personally. He paused in a door frame and afforded a glance at the painfully stark plaque on the side. 

Uchiha S.

All but sliding into the dim room like a phantom Orochimaru put on a soft smile. 

"Good morning, Sasuke-kun. And how is the state of things today?"

[losteyeofkagura-blog]

Loneliness || Karin & ? || Open

Eyes the color of recently turned whine ran over everyone in front of her, maybe when she had first entered this forsaken place she had been fine, happy even with the lack of people around her. But that was then and this was now, now she was scanning everyone, looking for the perfect Aura for her to go and make friends with. The voices were leaving her alone for once, probably what prompted the loneliness in the first place but at least she was only hearing her voice in her head. Eyes narrowing she thought she'd found the perfect person, the Aura was a lightly colored green but flared up to a murky dark colored green as they had to be restrained from punching someone.

A sigh of discontent slipped out of her lips as she moved on from him finding someone with a perfect Aura, light and inviting and yes specks of darkness but that was to be expected it wasn't flaring and taking over and that was what she feared. Striding up to the Aura cloaked person she felt herself smirk as she cocked her head to the side stopping just out of their personal space, their features slowly becoming visible. "Hey, I'm Karin."