X - flavours of childhood
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
879
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. This fanfic is based on my own views and interpretations and has no affiliations with masashi kishimoto's work.
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*Imagine Uchiha Sasuke kneeling in an empty room, an old-fashioned Japanese room with rice paper walls and sliding doors – a room within the Uchiha manor. Head bowed, hands idly fingering a worn kunai in his lap, his eyes stare fixedly into nothing, his face a holds an expression of equal grief, hate and resolution. In the pupils of his eyes, reflections of the past flicker alternately through black and whirling red. The slide of the kunai along the callus of his finger draws a line of blood. The sting of the cut is unfelt but the blood brings with it voices to echo in time to the images.*
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“Otousan. I have completed my task.”
“That is not good enough. You took too long. Have you done your training?”
“Aniki – ”
“Enough. You will manage on your own. You are an Uchiha are you not?”
“Please – ”
“I refuse to acknowledge such weakness in a son of my house. You will do this.”
“Okaasan, why do they – ”
“You know better than that. Have you finished it?”
“No! You – why – ”
“Run, hide, hate.”
I have. I will. I must.
I always did…
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*Imagine Uchiha Sasuke kneeling in an empty room, an old-fashioned Japanese room with rice paper walls and sliding doors – a room within the Uchiha manor. Head bowed, hands idly fingering a worn kunai in his lap, his eyes stare fixedly into nothing, his face a holds an expression of equal grief, hate and resolution. In the pupils of his eyes, reflections of the past flicker alternately through black and whirling red. The slide of the kunai along the callus of his finger draws a line of blood. The sting of the cut is unfelt but the blood brings with it voices to echo in time to the images.*
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“Otousan. I have completed my task.”
“That is not good enough. You took too long. Have you done your training?”
“Aniki – ”
“Enough. You will manage on your own. You are an Uchiha are you not?”
“Please – ”
“I refuse to acknowledge such weakness in a son of my house. You will do this.”
“Okaasan, why do they – ”
“You know better than that. Have you finished it?”
“No! You – why – ”
“Run, hide, hate.”
I have. I will. I must.
I always did…
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