naruto fic
Hello, again, to all you people I owe Christmas-fic! I'm horrible...but it is coming! I swear! I just...got a little distracted by the thought of ripping out Sasuke's eye. :D
*cough* Fic! The kind of fangirl fic that should make people take away my computer. If anyone remembers this piece of shit then think of it as a scarily updated version of that. Or well, don't but but but--I have no excuse. I just wanted to rip out his eye and write Kakashi all young and Obito all alive and Yondaime not dead. In honor of a new season of (hopefully not sucking!) Naruto anime!
Title: Without Looking Back
Author: Hana J.
Rating: R
Pairing: Something like Yondaime/Sasuke, possible Kakashi/Sasuke or Obito/Sasuke (like I can resist whoring him out?)
Summary: Sasuke wakes up in a different time, missing his eye, with no way back.
Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3
Sasuke woke up bound to a hard hospital bed. There was no feeling in his left eye; around it throbbed, tender with pain and the skin felt swollen. He kept his right eye shut and his breathing even. Noise: muffled footsteps, shifting fabric, and quiet voices.
“His heartbeat changed.” Sasuke didn’t recognize the voice as Kabuto’s, but it could have been any medic-nin collecting the warrant on his arrest.
“Is he awake?” asked another, deeper male voice. A shadow dropped over his form, Sasuke felt it like a cold blanket being draped over him. His shirt had been removed, along with his belt, sword, and other weapons. His pants were still on, though they stuck to his right calf from dried blood.
“No, vital signs remain normal. The drug shouldn’t wear off yet.”
“Have you found anything?” The footsteps faded away and the shadow disappeared.
“It’s amazing, so much different from what we predicted! The nerves that-“
“Have you found anything?”
The answer, more reluctant than the first, made Sasuke test the bindings that were tightened over his wrist, chest, and ankles. “Nothing that can be duplicated on a body that isn’t blessed with the Uchiha’s unique chakra. Unlike other ninja, or even other bloodlines, the Uchiha’s chakra stream is directed toward the eyes. It’s not something that can be recreated without drastic surgery and even then-“
“We have willing shinobi,” the other man interrupted. “The Uchiha Clan is one of the main factions keeping us from winning this war. The police department has been turned into a fortress of men, becoming Konoha’s walls. We cannot even get in during the night because of their blasted eyes.”
“Sir, we would have to-“
The man’s shadow dropped over him again and Sasuke felt fingers hovering over his face, brush his side and pick up an object near the bed. “We were lucky to even find this specimen. The Uchiha destroy their corpses.” The bottle sloshed as he set it back down. Sasuke opened his one eye. The man stared back at him and burst into flame.
Chakra exploded from Sasuke’s body in a screech of birds, breaking the bindings and short-circuiting the equipment around him. An alarm sounded, Sasuke shoved a metal piece of equipment into the doctor’s eye and picked up the undamaged bottle next to the bed.
The bottle held his left eye.
An explosion rocked the ground they were standing on, dust rising in the distance. “What-what was that?” Obito craned up, trying to see passed the trees and sprouting mushrooms. They were almost to the border.
“There shouldn’t be any strongholds around here,” Yondaime informed them.
Obito squinted. “But there’s so much dust.”
“Of course there is,” Kakashi said, exasperation coloring his words. “There was just an explosion.”
“I know that-“
“I think we can continue this discussion another time,” Yondaime cut in. Obito noticed he was staring at something, and then he saw it too. Several black specks were speeding away from the area, toward them and-
“Those are hidden rock ninjas,” Yondaime told them, gesturing for them to move back into cover. Kakashi didn’t seem to mind that his command had been temporarily vetoed, Obito thought with some glee. So much for Kakashi commanding his first mission!
The ninjas were coming closer, Obito could see them signaling to each other, though he couldn’t make out what the hand-movements were communicating. A boy flickered into view in front of them. Blood was dripping down his face and onto his bare chest. A fat purple belt had a sheath stuck through it and a sword was held in his hand. The blade sung with chakra and the ninjas stopped, startled, when they saw him. Several attempted to flee, back toward the destruction but they didn’t get a chance. Obito watched them get run-through by a boy only a little older than him.
Bile clawed up his throat but Obito swallowed it back down. He hadn’t-he hadn’t had to kill anyone yet. Not like that. But the man did it effortlessly, with a grace Obito had never had.
Then, Obito saw his eye.
Sasuke had buried the bottle before he took after the men who had stolen his eye from him. He didn’t know if he would be able to gain it back, but these men had probably never come across an Uchiha before-even though their words had said otherwise. Sasuke was going to show them exactly what the Sharingan was capable of-with only one eye.
There was only one man left who hadn’t been felled by his sword. Sasuke flicked his wrist and sheathed it.
“How’s your eye, Uchiha?”
False bravado never did any good. Sasuke just looked at him and then his eye changed. “Mangekyou Sharingan,” he whispered. “You will be tortured by my sword for three days. On the last day, I will rip out your eyes with my bare hands.” Screaming filled the air and Sasuke watched him collapse, blood filming around the edges of his mouth.
He was just about to go retrieve the jar with his eye when he heard a nearby rustle. Tilting his head, Sasuke flickered out of existence and appeared right next to Obito. “Who are you?”
Obito scrambled backwards, hands failing to find any of the numerous kunai he had on him, and stuttered out-“we’re family-family! Uchiha Obito!”
Sasuke watched him for a minute, unfazed. He certainly had a resemblance to his family, but he must be stupid. Only an idiot would tell such a lie; everyone knew the Uchiha Clan was dead.
It was the shock of silver hair, a chin covered face, and the familiar features of his old teacher that stopped him from killing Uchiha Obito. “Hatake Kakashi,” he said slowly. The other boy watched him warily, one hand holding up a ridiculous looking kunai.
A flash of gold had him whirling around, sword in hand, blocking the thrust meant for his shoulder. He recognized this face, though he had only seen it in old pictures and on a monument. This wasn’t an illusion.
“You’re fast,” Yondaime said, a smile edging it’s way out past his worry. “We’re all from Konoha here, so how about we put down the weapons?”
Sasuke lowered his sword, but didn’t put it away. He watched as the Yondaime slipped the kunai back up his sleeve.
“You’re hurt. Rin, do you have your medical bag with you?”
“Got it!” a pretty girl with blonde hair called out from behind Kakashi.
“I need to retrieve my eye,” Sasuke said, turning. He didn’t wait for an answer. It didn’t matter what time he was in, he was still a traitor to Konoha and no longer had to answer to anyone.
He came back cradling the jar beneath his arm. It sloshed as he held it up for Rin to inspect. She gasped, but reached out a hand for a closer look.
“We-we need to clean out your eye.”
“First, we should secure the area,” Yondaime said, though it was obvious to Sasuke that he had been doing just that. Obito was gone, probably scouting, and Kakashi was checking out the nearby area for traps.
“It’s fine,” Sasuke said. “I killed them all.”
Yondaime’s gaze sharpened on him at that, but he didn’t say anything else. Rin cleaned around his left eye socket and Obito came back, staring at him strangely.
“What did you say your name was?”
“Sasuke.”
“Weird, I don’t recognize you.”
“It’s a big clan,” Sasuke said, tightening his grip on his belt as Rin began to clean out the hollow where his eye had once been.
“I should put some-“
“No,” Sasuke breathed out between clinched teeth. “I don’t need it. Just do what you can as I am.” He didn’t want to be put asleep, numbed, or affected in any way. The last thing he needed was losing his senses around people he didn’t know or trust.
Kakashi was trying to pretend like he wasn’t staring at him, but Sasuke caught the way he was frowning at the ground, at Obito, at anyone except Sasuke.
“Where’s your forehead protector?” Obito said suddenly.
“I didn’t stop to pick it up.” Sasuke closed his one eye, hissing in pain as Rin attempted to put his other eye back in.
“It-it won’t be like it was,” she said softly, her face conveying her pity. “It might not even work or your body could reject it as it would a transplant. You can’t use it for a few days, possibly a few weeks.” She wrapped a cloth around his eye, giving him a temporary eye-patch.
“That’s fine, I only need one eye anyway.” It wasn’t fine though, but what choice did Sasuke have?
“We should move and make camp elsewhere. We’ll need to review the mission, now that their stronghold was revealed. You’ll have to tell us what you know,” Yondaime said, looking at Sasuke.
Sasuke stared back and shrugged. When they made camp later, Kakashi, Rin and Obito huddled around a map with Yondaime. Sasuke sat farther away, the map’s view blocked by Yondaime’s broad shoulders.
Eye itching, clothed in one of Yondaime’s extra shirts, Sasuke told them everything he knew about the Earth Country.
...
Chapter: 2
*cough* Fic! The kind of fangirl fic that should make people take away my computer. If anyone remembers this piece of shit then think of it as a scarily updated version of that. Or well, don't but but but--I have no excuse. I just wanted to rip out his eye and write Kakashi all young and Obito all alive and Yondaime not dead. In honor of a new season of (hopefully not sucking!) Naruto anime!
Title: Without Looking Back
Author: Hana J.
Rating: R
Pairing: Something like Yondaime/Sasuke, possible Kakashi/Sasuke or Obito/Sasuke (like I can resist whoring him out?)
Summary: Sasuke wakes up in a different time, missing his eye, with no way back.
Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3
Sasuke woke up bound to a hard hospital bed. There was no feeling in his left eye; around it throbbed, tender with pain and the skin felt swollen. He kept his right eye shut and his breathing even. Noise: muffled footsteps, shifting fabric, and quiet voices.
“His heartbeat changed.” Sasuke didn’t recognize the voice as Kabuto’s, but it could have been any medic-nin collecting the warrant on his arrest.
“Is he awake?” asked another, deeper male voice. A shadow dropped over his form, Sasuke felt it like a cold blanket being draped over him. His shirt had been removed, along with his belt, sword, and other weapons. His pants were still on, though they stuck to his right calf from dried blood.
“No, vital signs remain normal. The drug shouldn’t wear off yet.”
“Have you found anything?” The footsteps faded away and the shadow disappeared.
“It’s amazing, so much different from what we predicted! The nerves that-“
“Have you found anything?”
The answer, more reluctant than the first, made Sasuke test the bindings that were tightened over his wrist, chest, and ankles. “Nothing that can be duplicated on a body that isn’t blessed with the Uchiha’s unique chakra. Unlike other ninja, or even other bloodlines, the Uchiha’s chakra stream is directed toward the eyes. It’s not something that can be recreated without drastic surgery and even then-“
“We have willing shinobi,” the other man interrupted. “The Uchiha Clan is one of the main factions keeping us from winning this war. The police department has been turned into a fortress of men, becoming Konoha’s walls. We cannot even get in during the night because of their blasted eyes.”
“Sir, we would have to-“
The man’s shadow dropped over him again and Sasuke felt fingers hovering over his face, brush his side and pick up an object near the bed. “We were lucky to even find this specimen. The Uchiha destroy their corpses.” The bottle sloshed as he set it back down. Sasuke opened his one eye. The man stared back at him and burst into flame.
Chakra exploded from Sasuke’s body in a screech of birds, breaking the bindings and short-circuiting the equipment around him. An alarm sounded, Sasuke shoved a metal piece of equipment into the doctor’s eye and picked up the undamaged bottle next to the bed.
The bottle held his left eye.
An explosion rocked the ground they were standing on, dust rising in the distance. “What-what was that?” Obito craned up, trying to see passed the trees and sprouting mushrooms. They were almost to the border.
“There shouldn’t be any strongholds around here,” Yondaime informed them.
Obito squinted. “But there’s so much dust.”
“Of course there is,” Kakashi said, exasperation coloring his words. “There was just an explosion.”
“I know that-“
“I think we can continue this discussion another time,” Yondaime cut in. Obito noticed he was staring at something, and then he saw it too. Several black specks were speeding away from the area, toward them and-
“Those are hidden rock ninjas,” Yondaime told them, gesturing for them to move back into cover. Kakashi didn’t seem to mind that his command had been temporarily vetoed, Obito thought with some glee. So much for Kakashi commanding his first mission!
The ninjas were coming closer, Obito could see them signaling to each other, though he couldn’t make out what the hand-movements were communicating. A boy flickered into view in front of them. Blood was dripping down his face and onto his bare chest. A fat purple belt had a sheath stuck through it and a sword was held in his hand. The blade sung with chakra and the ninjas stopped, startled, when they saw him. Several attempted to flee, back toward the destruction but they didn’t get a chance. Obito watched them get run-through by a boy only a little older than him.
Bile clawed up his throat but Obito swallowed it back down. He hadn’t-he hadn’t had to kill anyone yet. Not like that. But the man did it effortlessly, with a grace Obito had never had.
Then, Obito saw his eye.
Sasuke had buried the bottle before he took after the men who had stolen his eye from him. He didn’t know if he would be able to gain it back, but these men had probably never come across an Uchiha before-even though their words had said otherwise. Sasuke was going to show them exactly what the Sharingan was capable of-with only one eye.
There was only one man left who hadn’t been felled by his sword. Sasuke flicked his wrist and sheathed it.
“How’s your eye, Uchiha?”
False bravado never did any good. Sasuke just looked at him and then his eye changed. “Mangekyou Sharingan,” he whispered. “You will be tortured by my sword for three days. On the last day, I will rip out your eyes with my bare hands.” Screaming filled the air and Sasuke watched him collapse, blood filming around the edges of his mouth.
He was just about to go retrieve the jar with his eye when he heard a nearby rustle. Tilting his head, Sasuke flickered out of existence and appeared right next to Obito. “Who are you?”
Obito scrambled backwards, hands failing to find any of the numerous kunai he had on him, and stuttered out-“we’re family-family! Uchiha Obito!”
Sasuke watched him for a minute, unfazed. He certainly had a resemblance to his family, but he must be stupid. Only an idiot would tell such a lie; everyone knew the Uchiha Clan was dead.
It was the shock of silver hair, a chin covered face, and the familiar features of his old teacher that stopped him from killing Uchiha Obito. “Hatake Kakashi,” he said slowly. The other boy watched him warily, one hand holding up a ridiculous looking kunai.
A flash of gold had him whirling around, sword in hand, blocking the thrust meant for his shoulder. He recognized this face, though he had only seen it in old pictures and on a monument. This wasn’t an illusion.
“You’re fast,” Yondaime said, a smile edging it’s way out past his worry. “We’re all from Konoha here, so how about we put down the weapons?”
Sasuke lowered his sword, but didn’t put it away. He watched as the Yondaime slipped the kunai back up his sleeve.
“You’re hurt. Rin, do you have your medical bag with you?”
“Got it!” a pretty girl with blonde hair called out from behind Kakashi.
“I need to retrieve my eye,” Sasuke said, turning. He didn’t wait for an answer. It didn’t matter what time he was in, he was still a traitor to Konoha and no longer had to answer to anyone.
He came back cradling the jar beneath his arm. It sloshed as he held it up for Rin to inspect. She gasped, but reached out a hand for a closer look.
“We-we need to clean out your eye.”
“First, we should secure the area,” Yondaime said, though it was obvious to Sasuke that he had been doing just that. Obito was gone, probably scouting, and Kakashi was checking out the nearby area for traps.
“It’s fine,” Sasuke said. “I killed them all.”
Yondaime’s gaze sharpened on him at that, but he didn’t say anything else. Rin cleaned around his left eye socket and Obito came back, staring at him strangely.
“What did you say your name was?”
“Sasuke.”
“Weird, I don’t recognize you.”
“It’s a big clan,” Sasuke said, tightening his grip on his belt as Rin began to clean out the hollow where his eye had once been.
“I should put some-“
“No,” Sasuke breathed out between clinched teeth. “I don’t need it. Just do what you can as I am.” He didn’t want to be put asleep, numbed, or affected in any way. The last thing he needed was losing his senses around people he didn’t know or trust.
Kakashi was trying to pretend like he wasn’t staring at him, but Sasuke caught the way he was frowning at the ground, at Obito, at anyone except Sasuke.
“Where’s your forehead protector?” Obito said suddenly.
“I didn’t stop to pick it up.” Sasuke closed his one eye, hissing in pain as Rin attempted to put his other eye back in.
“It-it won’t be like it was,” she said softly, her face conveying her pity. “It might not even work or your body could reject it as it would a transplant. You can’t use it for a few days, possibly a few weeks.” She wrapped a cloth around his eye, giving him a temporary eye-patch.
“That’s fine, I only need one eye anyway.” It wasn’t fine though, but what choice did Sasuke have?
“We should move and make camp elsewhere. We’ll need to review the mission, now that their stronghold was revealed. You’ll have to tell us what you know,” Yondaime said, looking at Sasuke.
Sasuke stared back and shrugged. When they made camp later, Kakashi, Rin and Obito huddled around a map with Yondaime. Sasuke sat farther away, the map’s view blocked by Yondaime’s broad shoulders.
Eye itching, clothed in one of Yondaime’s extra shirts, Sasuke told them everything he knew about the Earth Country.
...
Chapter: 2