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[ingeniousmedic]

Towards the Sun

STARTER FOR @snakesfang 

IT WAS INCREDIBLY rare for Sakura to have a free day, being granted the prestigious position of head of the Konoha hospital made it virtually impossible; but given her latest streak of growing lightheaded due to her overworked state she had granted herself two days to rest and recuperate. After all, what good would she be if she was not in her best condition; they were not at war, her fatigue didn’t need to be ignored for the greater good. It was funny really, the entire time she was racing around the hospital from consultations to surgeries, all she would think is how desperately she would like time off, but now that was granted to her she was at a complete loss at what to do with her time and somehow found herself on the hospital rooftop ironically enough.

INHALING DEEPLY, SAKURA smiled gently, eyes fixed on the peaceful village; it was hard to believe that her home was subjected to countless assaults over the years and still managed to remain somewhat normal despite the harsh hand fate had dealt it. Gaze drifting, she peered down at the clotheslines laid out below her; ❝This place is littered with memories,❞ she whispers softly, it felt like only yesterday that Naruto and Sasuke were fighting each other here, obliterating everything in their path and almost each other. Sasuke, she notes silently, her chest aching as thick lashes flutter closed; You were full of so much pain back then, I can only hope that your journey is dulling that pain for you.

HOW LONG HAD it been since he had departed? Two, maybe three months? It was hard to keep track in all honesty given how busy she had been. Fingers trace down her thighs, eyes reopening as she stared dazedly up into the sky above; ❝You’re going to come back, right?❞ she wonders out loud. It was hard to shake the thought that he might not; after all, he did say that he was embarking on a journey of redemption. But would he ever truly feel redeemed? It was difficult to say, but given his track record, she could only assume he would be overly hard on himself no matter what he did over the years to come in order to regain the trust of the village and ninja world as a whole. The medic averts her gaze, eyes growing glassy as she tries to maintain her composure; she couldn’t help it, her heart ached just thinking of his never-ending suffering.

[beliefdriven]

      pain,  anger,  denial.  a  mix  of  emotions.  he’s  torn  apart.  he  can  barely  control  himself.  kurama’s  presence  threatens  to  take  over,  refusing  to  cooperate  with  the  curse  mark  that  burned  through  him.  he’s  a  jinchuuriki,  so  the  curse  mark  couldn’t  respond  well  to  naruto.  it  was  unable  to  channel  orochimaru;  instead,  it  reacted  violently  with  his  already  unstable  emotions  and  brought  forth  all  the  pain  he  wanted  pushed  so  far  down  he  could  no  longer  remember  it.  

      upon  discovering  jiraiya’s  death,  naruto  fled  the  konohagakure.  he  couldn’t  bear  to  see  the  apologetic  faces  twisting  and  turning  for  him  -    offering  to  console  him,  yet  fearing  him  all  at  once.  to  hell  with  them,  he  decided.  everything  he’d  worked  so  hard  to  suppress  for  years  came  bubbling  back  up,  and  he  gave  in.  so  he  fled.  he  ran  for  so  long  he  lost  track  of  where  he  was,  an  insignificant  fish  caught  in  a  massive  ocean  with  no  understanding  of  its  surroundings.  he  must  have  traveled  for  at  least  a  full  day  without  stopping,  eating,  or  drinking.  and  when  he  finally  stopped  at  a  river,  he  was  overcome  with  emotions  yet  managed  to  feel  apathy  all  at  once.  the  day  had  taken  its  toll  on  him.

      he  knelt  to  the  water,  cupping  its  icy  liquid  into  his  hands  as  he  took  a  sip.  he  fell  back  in  exhaustion,  staring  emptily  into  the  ground.  nothing  made  sense  anymore  -  his  morals,  commitments,  ideals.  he  could  feel  no  clarity,  no  peace.  all  that  was  left  was  a  haunted  curse  mark  and  a  beast  within.

      as  he  sat  back  against  a  rock,  he  rolled  up  his  jacket  sleeve  to  reveal  the  mark,  staring  at  it  in  odd  indifference.  instead  of  torturing  himself  any  longer,  he  laid  down  against  the  ground  and  fell  asleep.

      when  he  awoke,  he  quickly  gathered  to  his  feet,  heart  pounding  and  adrenaline  pumping.  someone  was  around.  “who’s  here?  show  yourself,  coward.”  he  spat,  a  red  aura  beginning  to  surround  him,  ready  to  act  in  an  offensive  response.  “come  on.  don’t  be  shy.”

@snakesfang​​  gets   a  plotted  starter.

[veiledhonor]

      GUILT,  PARANOIA,  &  TERROR  STRIKES  THROUGHOUT  HIS  BODY,  threatening  to  suspend  control,  faced  with  a  moment  he  was  never  -  nor  would  he  ever  be  -  ready  for.  he  studies  the  other’s  face,  though  to  no  analytical  avail.  only  two  years  had  passed  since  he  woke  up,  confused  &  dumbstruck  in  a  forest,  alone.  it  wasn’t  unnatural  for  itachi  to  assume  sasuke  was  the  rinne  rebirth’s  wielder.  perhaps  he’d  managed  to  avoid  death  --  or  worse,  forced  someone  to  die  in  his  place.  there  weren’t  many  people  with  a  reason  to  bring  itachi  back.  madara,  maybe,  but  he  died,  and  it  was  unlikely  regardless.  itachi  figured  it  could  only  be  one  person.  their  inevitable  encounter  haunted  itachi  like  a  ghost  that  would  never  leave,  and  persist  even  after  the  confrontation,  itachi  predicted.  but  it  begged  the  question  -  had  sasuke  found  out  the  truth  about  itachi?  he  wasn’t  sure,  though  it  didn’t  appear  so.  his  expression  was  far  too  disinterested  for  that.  often  times,  itachi  had  nightmares  about  sasuke  &  his  intentions  for  reviving  him.  maybe  to  torture him  --  death  was  swift  &  merciless  for  the  crimes  he’d  committed,  and  the  damage  he’d  left  on  sasuke’s  psyche.  as  he  looked  at  him  now,  itachi  hated  himself.  but  he  wouldn’t  show  it.  “well,  what  do  you  want?”  though  his  emotions  were  in  turmoil,  his  composure  was,  in  the  end,  maintained.  itachi’s  tone  was  empty  &  features  dropped  all  feeling.  “did  you  revive  me,  only  in  the  end,  to  kill  me  again?  flaunt  for  power  like  i  once  wanted  you  to?”  there  were  hints  of  villain  in  his  mannerisms,  a  habit  that  persisted  in lieu  of  how  itachi  last  remembered  himself  &  how  sasuke  last  remembered  him;  as  the  power  -  driven,  psychopathic,  genocidal  older  brother.  as  itachi  recalled  it,  he  was  akin  to  a  devil  the  last  time  he  knew  sasuke.  and  as  such,  he  acted  that  way  too.  perhaps  it  was  a  defense  mechanism,  but  perhaps  he  felt  he  had  to  -  in  order  to  further  sell  the  image  he’d  died  attempting  to  preserve  for  sasuke.

@snakesfang​​  gets  a  starter  .