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Heat creeps along his neck; it ventures to his cheeks, staining them the faintest tint of pink. “I..know you can,” Gruffly, he mutters the next bit beneath his breath (‘it’s others I don’t trust; besides, I like saying it…’), so she can’t hear him. He speaks up with, “You do make an appealingly…appetizing tomato though.” Embarrassed, he leans forward to rid the distance between them; his lips land upon hers to prove his point because he expects her to blush.
because lilithkiss said: “ss au where sasuke and sakura meet for the first time after he stops her for exceeding speed limit. She’s a doctor and he a police officer.”
and special thanks to canyoudigitmotherlicker ‘cause she helped me fix Sasuke’s dialogue <3
MAFIA !! VERSE ;WANTED
nightly phantasms: recollection filled regrets.
Sheets gathered about his bare abdomen, he sat atop his futon and looked the very image of restlessness. The muscles along his back and shoulders were tense; any unprecedented shift, and he was likely to bring further unease unto himself. His cause for being so on edge was simple: sleep eluded him. Much like it did every night, and without a proper night’s rest in literal days… Sasuke was on the verge of giving into hallucinogenic insanity.
[ what better way to dream, than to dream while awake? at least, then, his nightmares would be kept at bay. and the only thing that could possibly torment him were visions of her… ]
Lithe digits cradled the taut skin of his forehead; gingerly, he applied a soothing pressure to alleviate the oncoming headache. However, it did little to stave it. Unbidden and unwanted, spasms began to ail him along the nerve-endings within his eyes. Pounding, pounding, pounding. Relentlessly, mercilessly. Shutting his eyes, a sigh built within his lungs. Air filled the empty space, oxidizing his blood as he released a shaky exhale. What I wouldn’t give to just sleep. The pads of his fingers increased their provided compression of his in-vain massage.
As the arduous cadence slowed, enough to a manageable tempo, Sasuke eased himself to lay back. Tugging the thin, white sheets to cover his exposed chest against the chill of the room, he sighed. He would attempt to sleep once more; hopefully, a peaceful darkness would overtake him, and he’d dream of nothing — to just simply be enveloped by an endless sea of black, all brought on by pure exhaustion.
He could only hope.
Shifting atop his futon, he managed to situate himself into a decently comfortable position; and within minutes, he was, blessedly, asleep.
…however, much as he yearned to be captured by the void of fatigue, he would dream tonight; he would dream of many things — past ghosts and regrets. But he would dream…
—— ⌠夢を見て。⌡ ——
“Neh-he! Sasuke! I’m gonna master this tree-walkin’ stuff before you! Just watch me, teme!” Resonations of a constant thump, thump echoed within the forest; the two boys were left alone. Their sensei had left, allowing them to master his simple lesson, and with him, their female teammate, too — she’d already beat them in completing the task. Now, it was just the two of them, trying to see who could beat who first. As usual.
Promise me something, will ya? …watch over her.
Such a simple request, one that was easily fulfilled if he’d just return to the village. To the village that would more than likely ridicule him, whisper cruel words of how he should have perished in their hero’s stead. Ho- wever, in the face of such potential animosity, he probably would simply ignore it all just like he had done as a child; their insults and utterances of hate would fall upon deaf ears.
The prominent reason that would keep him at bay would be the memories that place held, such horrifying imagery that he would prefer to never recall again. It was only a place of pain; it was no longer his home — it hadn’t been for years.
The simple fact was: he didn’t belong; he didn’t think he ever would, either. Better that he remained away, wander- ing aimlessly — like a coward, yes… But it was just better this way, for everybody involved.
Keeping to the narrow enclosures that offered solace — darkness, not complete but enough to conceal him from the encroaching light of day — Sasuke had infiltrated Konohagakure quite efficiently. His chakra, concealed, was constantly monitored and withheld; he did not want a curious soul to happen upon him.
Shit.
However, it would be his luck that on his way to garner sustenance…he’d be seen, without so much effort on their part either. By an acquaintance of hers no less, too. —- That was the very last thing he wanted.
Not bothering to deign the curious passerby with a look, darkened onyx settled on the path before him. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he muttered, “…you might as well show yourself; I know you’re there.”
A beautiful morning… [x]
We were supposed to go home.
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サスケ●●メイト
By: えいち
resilientuchiha // erroneous judgement
it had been a month; four weeks to the day that he’d witnessed the shooting of his brother – in front of a crowd of Tokyo’s finest, as well as a mass of media swarming to cover the story of the former Chief’s eldest taking his (expected) place as the next in Chief of Police – and he was still no closer to catching the ingrate that had committed the act. nobody was. every time a potential lead popped up, it led to a dead end.
nothing was adding up. nothing was making sense. nothing was all he was getting. nothing, nothing, nothing.
knuckles paled as he tightened the clench of his fist; bringing the balled appendage slamming atop his desk. he did not react to the pain that bloomed within the intentionally affected area. he ignored the eyes of his fellow officers, regarding him warily.
without another word, he stormed out of the precinct and headed straight for his cruiser. if nobody – let alone his father – was going to give a damn about this investigation, he’d conduct one all on his own. consequences be damned about what trouble he got himself into because one way or another, he was going to find – and kill – Itachi’s murderer.
it was time to check out that contact; the one that blonde that ran the herbal shop had so graciously given him. it was time to infiltrate the underbelly of the city, and figure out if the illusive criminal was hiding among the notorious family’s – and if Itachi’s death was as expected as he’d been suspecting…
[ 10 days later ]
the aura surrounding Uchiha Sasuke had changed. upon entering Tokyo’s Police Department that morning to report for duty, something had struck each person he encountered as…off. nobody could quite place their finger on just what it was, but they all felt it.
if only they knew that the Chief’s second son was sneaking his way into the ranks of the Tokyo’s underworld…