::ever so shyly puts up a log:: ihopethisisokayChelsey?
Sasuke sat on the edge of a rock, brooding, as Uchiha did best. It really wasn't a sulky brood, wasn't something depressed, melancholy, or anything as typical as that; this was a thoughtful sort of silence, something introspective and deciphering, as if an invisible scroll laid open across his lap and he was a budding scholar. His brow had the faintest crease of concentration, his jaw set tight, tense, like his shoulders, and the only part of him that moved were his eyelids when he blinked.
There was a lot on his mind today, most of which consisted of -- but not limited to-- the usual: Madara, the Akatsuki, and decimating Konoha. They occupied most of his thoughts anymore, with a brief flicker of orange sliding through the cracks, that curious wonder of whatever happened to that dead-last pain in the ass. Not like it mattered; he was nothing more than a nuisance, they all were, those Konoha brats, blind, deaf, and dumb to what really made up their leadership.
Nothing. In the end, they were all nothing, and would be returned to nothing. What happened after had no bearing, had no meaning, not even thought; this was about now, was about finishing what they had started, about completing the whole circle and wrecking them as they had wrecked him.
There was a momentary thought, a crack in his thoughts, as he wondered of Itachi, wondered what he would say now, but shut it back, shut it down. He was doing this for him, after all, for all of his fallen. This was as much their fight as it was his own.
And in the end, it was only right.
It was only justice.
There was a lot on his mind today, most of which consisted of -- but not limited to-- the usual: Madara, the Akatsuki, and decimating Konoha. They occupied most of his thoughts anymore, with a brief flicker of orange sliding through the cracks, that curious wonder of whatever happened to that dead-last pain in the ass. Not like it mattered; he was nothing more than a nuisance, they all were, those Konoha brats, blind, deaf, and dumb to what really made up their leadership.
Nothing. In the end, they were all nothing, and would be returned to nothing. What happened after had no bearing, had no meaning, not even thought; this was about now, was about finishing what they had started, about completing the whole circle and wrecking them as they had wrecked him.
There was a momentary thought, a crack in his thoughts, as he wondered of Itachi, wondered what he would say now, but shut it back, shut it down. He was doing this for him, after all, for all of his fallen. This was as much their fight as it was his own.
And in the end, it was only right.
It was only justice.