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I think that's when I stopped believing that he would really come back.
[ she uses 'he' because it isn't 'you'. they're separate for her, makes her require the distinction.
in thinking about it, she had accepted it already, back in their world. when Sasuke showed up on the battlefield and all of them had fought together, she had known then that it would never be the same. that nothing could go back to how it was. that no part of her in their world could trust him. ]
[ she uses 'he' because it isn't 'you'. they're separate for her, makes her require the distinction.
in thinking about it, she had accepted it already, back in their world. when Sasuke showed up on the battlefield and all of them had fought together, she had known then that it would never be the same. that nothing could go back to how it was. that no part of her in their world could trust him. ]
[ Sasuke's gaze slides back down, lands like a touch on her face. they are different people, he and his other self. the things he's learned here, he doesn't think he learned in their world.
but even still, he and Naruto had this discussion. Sasuke— he'd never go back to that village. not the way it was now. ]
but even still, he and Naruto had this discussion. Sasuke— he'd never go back to that village. not the way it was now. ]
[ finally, finally, Sakura's curiosity gets the best of her. she knows that there is something that they haven't told her, that Sasuke hasn't told her, and Sakura finds that she's tired of it. she said that there are things that she doesn't know and that it was okay; this wasn't one of them. ]
You know why he wants to destroy Konoha, don't you? Both of you know.
You know why he wants to destroy Konoha, don't you? Both of you know.
[ he doesn't look away from her when she finally asks the question. it isn't exactly that Sasuke has been dancing around the topic, but neither has he been at all inclined to bring it up of his own free will. why talk about something that doesn't need to be addressed?
in fact, up to this point, he hadn't considered she might be thinking about it. Sasuke was settled in his decision, it was nobody else's business.
but Sakura was their partner, wasn't she? of course she would want to know. the night breeze catches at Sasuke's hair. it tickles the back of his neck. ]
Konoha is the reason my brother killed my family.
in fact, up to this point, he hadn't considered she might be thinking about it. Sasuke was settled in his decision, it was nobody else's business.
but Sakura was their partner, wasn't she? of course she would want to know. the night breeze catches at Sasuke's hair. it tickles the back of his neck. ]
Konoha is the reason my brother killed my family.
[ Sakura stares at him for a moment, as though what he says takes time to sink in for her. but it doesn't make sense, right? that it would be Konoha's responsibility for something so horrific -- but Itachi's choice never made much sense, not from what she had heard from her parents or those around her who had been old enough to remember.
still- ]
How? How is the village responsible for that?
still- ]
How? How is the village responsible for that?
[ the fear that strikes him is cold and horrible. it cinches Sasuke's chest and leaves something twisted in his stomach. he drops his knife on the counter, leaves the food scattered across the cutting board and turns on heel. it's lucky the stove wasn't on yet, because the only thing Sasuke stops for is to grab his sword on the way out the door.
he barrels by a number of civilians, all but shouldering someone in the building's entrance to the side to scale the stairs in sets of three. by the time he hits Saralegui's apartment, his breath is coming quickly, crossing the threshold with one hand on his sword. ]
Sara?
he barrels by a number of civilians, all but shouldering someone in the building's entrance to the side to scale the stairs in sets of three. by the time he hits Saralegui's apartment, his breath is coming quickly, crossing the threshold with one hand on his sword. ]
Sara?
[ Sakura's standing in the living room, fingers tight around her mirror. despite Sasuke's entrance, she continues pressing at the screen, typing out message after message. each time the notifying sound of a message sent, it's immediately followed by the noise of it bouncing.
she's been trying to text Sara for over an hour, standing in the middle of the living room; still graced with furniture, but no mark that Saralegui had ever been there. ]
I keep trying, but it's not-
[ her voice shakes, trembles, and she can't steady it
(or her hands)
for the life of her. ]
she's been trying to text Sara for over an hour, standing in the middle of the living room; still graced with furniture, but no mark that Saralegui had ever been there. ]
I keep trying, but it's not-
[ her voice shakes, trembles, and she can't steady it
(or her hands)
for the life of her. ]
Edited 2014-05-11 21:39 (UTC)
[ when he thinks about it, it stirs up something dark and angry in his gut. it's the same thing that makes him hit too hard— that makes him brutal and merciless in a fight. that makes him scream in the middle of the night.
everything that had happened with Itachi— Sasuke's fingers fold into fists, like by doing so he might keep himself under control, but it doesn't stop his voice from trembling. ]
They ordered him to kill everyone.
everything that had happened with Itachi— Sasuke's fingers fold into fists, like by doing so he might keep himself under control, but it doesn't stop his voice from trembling. ]
They ordered him to kill everyone.
[ oh.
the fire drains out of Sasuke as quickly as it had forged to life. it could be, like before, when they disappeared and came back. Neji had gone not long ago, only to be returned to them soon after. but Lee had refused to mention it.
something hollows out in Sasuke's stomach, watching Sakura's hands shake, watching her try to call out to someone who was no longer there. ]
Sakura.
the fire drains out of Sasuke as quickly as it had forged to life. it could be, like before, when they disappeared and came back. Neji had gone not long ago, only to be returned to them soon after. but Lee had refused to mention it.
something hollows out in Sasuke's stomach, watching Sakura's hands shake, watching her try to call out to someone who was no longer there. ]
Sakura.
[ she almost started crying after the first few messages but had steeled herself against it soon after. it wouldn't make anything better, wouldn't bring Saralegui back. but now, when Sasuke calls her name, Sakura feels her shoulders seize.
fingers stopping, she grips the sides of her mirror hard, hands still a tremor. gaze lifts to him, desperation etched across her face. ]
Sasuke-kun. [ please tell me he isn't gone, please tell me I'm wrong. ]
fingers stopping, she grips the sides of her mirror hard, hands still a tremor. gaze lifts to him, desperation etched across her face. ]
Sasuke-kun. [ please tell me he isn't gone, please tell me I'm wrong. ]
Edited 2014-05-11 21:45 (UTC)
[ if Sasuke were any other person, maybe he would lie. maybe he would offer some semblance of hope that Saralegui wasn't gone for good— he'd come back before, after all.
but these signs— they were unmistakable. there was no trace of the Meister here. the bed was made, the bureau was clean, the kitchen was untouched. he meets her eyes, but whatever has hollowed out in his stomach has already reached his eyes. ]
He's gone.
but these signs— they were unmistakable. there was no trace of the Meister here. the bed was made, the bureau was clean, the kitchen was untouched. he meets her eyes, but whatever has hollowed out in his stomach has already reached his eyes. ]
He's gone.
[ she knew that he was, that he had been, and she didn't want Sasuke to lie to her, not really. part of her wanted the blind comfort of maybe, but there was no real solace to be found in that sort of gesture. rather, ultimately, it would be more painful to hold out hope for something that likely wouldn't come to pass. arrivals had been few and far between these days as it was.
her eyes drift down again, staring at line after line of error messages from when she had tried to contact him. it felt like permanence to stop, as though if she didn't continue trying, it really was goodbye.
even still-
her hands move, reach, dropping her mirror down onto the nearby table before she turns toward Sasuke. it takes very few steps to reach him before her hand is reaching out for his, for something, because there's a certain desolation in losing your partner that can't be explained. ]
her eyes drift down again, staring at line after line of error messages from when she had tried to contact him. it felt like permanence to stop, as though if she didn't continue trying, it really was goodbye.
even still-
her hands move, reach, dropping her mirror down onto the nearby table before she turns toward Sasuke. it takes very few steps to reach him before her hand is reaching out for his, for something, because there's a certain desolation in losing your partner that can't be explained. ]
[ Sasuke understands this.
he remembers the despair he'd fallen in to, losing so many people all at once. the way he'd had no port to let it out until he'd ravaged the training area, leaving disaster in his wake. that kind of loneliness eats away at a person.
Sasuke feels it every time he connects with Naruto— that space Itachi is supposed to fill.
his eyes are unfathomably dark when she comes to him, her face is raw and her eyes are shining and Sasuke is not a grounding force. but he feels the empty space Saralegui is supposed to be, the months of working with him, of the reach even once Sasuke had cut off their partnership. he remembers Cloud's voice over the network.
lifting his hand, he takes Sakura's shaking one and pulls her into his chest. ]
he remembers the despair he'd fallen in to, losing so many people all at once. the way he'd had no port to let it out until he'd ravaged the training area, leaving disaster in his wake. that kind of loneliness eats away at a person.
Sasuke feels it every time he connects with Naruto— that space Itachi is supposed to fill.
his eyes are unfathomably dark when she comes to him, her face is raw and her eyes are shining and Sasuke is not a grounding force. but he feels the empty space Saralegui is supposed to be, the months of working with him, of the reach even once Sasuke had cut off their partnership. he remembers Cloud's voice over the network.
lifting his hand, he takes Sakura's shaking one and pulls her into his chest. ]
[ Sakura has seen a great deal of loss in her life. in the life of a shinobi, it was beyond inevitable. she had seen villagers die, watched as her medical training failed her, had to call time of deaths on patients. but it's never been like this.
even in seeing Naruto die, she had convinced herself the same way Naruto had. that he wouldn't die, of course he wouldn't, there was still too much left to do. but even then, Naruto was there, with them, and that was more than enough of a comfort from the reality of their world.
but this-
this was so much more. this was goodbye in a way Sakura has never had to feel, because people always came back. it felt like an emptiness inside of her, a hole with an echo, like a cavity had opened inside of her chest where she could remember her partner being.
when Sasuke pulls her against his chest, she presses her face into his shoulder, reaches her free arm up to wrap tight around his back. she knows (painfully well) that if it feels like this for her, who had been working on her resonance with Sara for a month, that it has to be an even bigger hollowness for Sasuke after all their time spent together. ]
even in seeing Naruto die, she had convinced herself the same way Naruto had. that he wouldn't die, of course he wouldn't, there was still too much left to do. but even then, Naruto was there, with them, and that was more than enough of a comfort from the reality of their world.
but this-
this was so much more. this was goodbye in a way Sakura has never had to feel, because people always came back. it felt like an emptiness inside of her, a hole with an echo, like a cavity had opened inside of her chest where she could remember her partner being.
when Sasuke pulls her against his chest, she presses her face into his shoulder, reaches her free arm up to wrap tight around his back. she knows (painfully well) that if it feels like this for her, who had been working on her resonance with Sara for a month, that it has to be an even bigger hollowness for Sasuke after all their time spent together. ]
[ she doesn't say anything else. Sasuke doesn't blame her for it, but he draws her in when her fists tangle in the back of his shirt. his own arms are a band of iron around her ribs, and though Sasuke isn't the kind of person to be in this position— the solid force— the strength in his arms betray his ability.
his cheek rests against the pink of her hair as she trembles against his chest, but the black of his eyes stare blankly out the open window, unseeing. ]
his cheek rests against the pink of her hair as she trembles against his chest, but the black of his eyes stare blankly out the open window, unseeing. ]
[ eyes squeezing shut, Sakura inhales a ragged breath. her refusal to cry isn't going anywhere, though the shake in her shoulders and the stutter in her breathing would indicate otherwise. she takes another breath, exhales it more evenly this time.
years ago, she would have done almost anything to feel this, for Sasuke's arms to be around her, holding her close enough for her to hear the beat of his heart. it was strange how things had changed, because she had come to think it would never happen, that there wouldn't ever be a reason for him to be that solid force.
her hand releases his so that it can join her other one, wrapping firm around his shoulders. she wants to return the comfort that his very presence is providing her, but Sakura never really was sure of how to offer that to him.
maybe, when her hands stop shaking, and her need to cry diminishes, she'll drag him up to the roof for a fight. it's what worked last time, wasn't it. ]
years ago, she would have done almost anything to feel this, for Sasuke's arms to be around her, holding her close enough for her to hear the beat of his heart. it was strange how things had changed, because she had come to think it would never happen, that there wouldn't ever be a reason for him to be that solid force.
her hand releases his so that it can join her other one, wrapping firm around his shoulders. she wants to return the comfort that his very presence is providing her, but Sakura never really was sure of how to offer that to him.
maybe, when her hands stop shaking, and her need to cry diminishes, she'll drag him up to the roof for a fight. it's what worked last time, wasn't it. ]
[ she takes a step back without thinking, as though it had been a physical blow. she knows that Sasuke wouldn't tell her something like this if he wasn't absolutely sure, that the Sasuke back in their world wouldn't be coming to destroy Konoha without a damn good reason, but-
but her loyalty to Konoha makes it difficult to swallow. how the village she loves so much could ever order someone to do something so horrific to their own family. even if there had been a reason for it, she still can't fathom it. ]
Why? I mean- Why Itachi, out of anyone? And why the entire clan?
but her loyalty to Konoha makes it difficult to swallow. how the village she loves so much could ever order someone to do something so horrific to their own family. even if there had been a reason for it, she still can't fathom it. ]
Why? I mean- Why Itachi, out of anyone? And why the entire clan?
[ she steps back, and something predatory in him wants to lunge at the throat of that weakness, lashing out like a snake. instead, he glances away from her— thinks back on the night he had with Itachi on the balcony. ]
They were planning a coup. Itachi was Anbu. They wanted to eradicate the threat.
[ his voice is a rumble, and he's angry— so angry at what they put his brother through. but he'd told Sasuke no— destroying Konoha wasn't the answer. ]
He wanted the family name— to be cleansed.
They were planning a coup. Itachi was Anbu. They wanted to eradicate the threat.
[ his voice is a rumble, and he's angry— so angry at what they put his brother through. but he'd told Sasuke no— destroying Konoha wasn't the answer. ]
He wanted the family name— to be cleansed.
[ before he'd learned, before Kurapika, Sasuke would have crushed this sensation hard. ignored it, walked away from it, until it filled him bursting to the seams and lashed out with a violence that couldn't be contained.
both her hands come around to his back and Sasuke ducks his face against her shoulder.
he hasn't hit that wall, yet. but later, it will happen, and his cup will run over and he'll need to release it. ]
both her hands come around to his back and Sasuke ducks his face against her shoulder.
he hasn't hit that wall, yet. but later, it will happen, and his cup will run over and he'll need to release it. ]
By you. [ she says it despite knowing it's the truth. knows, because who else would have been the one to cleanse the name of all it was plagued by?
Sakura isn't surprised that she didn't know of the Uchiha clan's plan. why would anyone? Sakura can only assume the truth was meant to die with Itachi. she can't imagine he would have wanted Sasuke to know, given his evident reaction back home. but being in the war both in Konoha and Death City gave her new perspective on withholding the truth form people you care for, even if it's to protect them.
part of her feels sick at the thought of the village she loves so much being responsible for the massacre. if it was Konoha, it made sense as to why Sasuke had gone after Danzo, given he was an elder. the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. only then did she realize she hadn't said anything in response to the information, outside of her initial statement. ]
What would you do, if it were you?
Sakura isn't surprised that she didn't know of the Uchiha clan's plan. why would anyone? Sakura can only assume the truth was meant to die with Itachi. she can't imagine he would have wanted Sasuke to know, given his evident reaction back home. but being in the war both in Konoha and Death City gave her new perspective on withholding the truth form people you care for, even if it's to protect them.
part of her feels sick at the thought of the village she loves so much being responsible for the massacre. if it was Konoha, it made sense as to why Sasuke had gone after Danzo, given he was an elder. the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. only then did she realize she hadn't said anything in response to the information, outside of her initial statement. ]
What would you do, if it were you?
[ her grip stays steadfast around him, fingers smoothing out over shoulders when he moves. this- this makes it a little easier, this small amount of concession evens her feelings out marginally. because maybe this is enough, maybe this is the most she can do for him in return right now.
Sakura doesn't know how long he allows her to stay like this; she doesn't care to count, either. the emptiness inside of her is new, aches in ways she won't be able to explain. if she had knew that having a partner would feel like this in their absence, Sakura wonders if she still would have made the same choices.
(that's a lie -- she knows she would have.) ]
Sakura doesn't know how long he allows her to stay like this; she doesn't care to count, either. the emptiness inside of her is new, aches in ways she won't be able to explain. if she had knew that having a partner would feel like this in their absence, Sakura wonders if she still would have made the same choices.
(that's a lie -- she knows she would have.) ]
What do you mean, what would I do?
[ the words slash out of him, accusatory and defensive. the truth is, Sasuke isn't sure what he would have done in Itachi's place. he wasn't the kind of person his brother was, hadn't developed that kind of loyalty to the Leaf— and maybe he could have, given enough time. but his whole world had been shattered by that massacre and Sasuke had nothing to compare another life to. ]
[ the words slash out of him, accusatory and defensive. the truth is, Sasuke isn't sure what he would have done in Itachi's place. he wasn't the kind of person his brother was, hadn't developed that kind of loyalty to the Leaf— and maybe he could have, given enough time. but his whole world had been shattered by that massacre and Sasuke had nothing to compare another life to. ]
[ Sasuke doesn't count how long they stay that way, but the sensation is as unusual for him as it is a comfort. this kind of thing— this kind of closeness— the last person to hold him like this had been Rei.
eventually, though, he extricates himself from her arms, but his own hold unfolds until his palms settle on her waist. ]
We should tell Naruto.
eventually, though, he extricates himself from her arms, but his own hold unfolds until his palms settle on her waist. ]
We should tell Naruto.
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