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Yanno, I really shouldn't think of myself on hiatus if I keep updating...ANYWAY.
Title: Without Looking Back
Author: Hana J.
Rating: R
Pairing: Yondaime/Sasuke maybe hints of others
Summary: Sasuke wakes up in a different time, missing his eye, with no way back.
Chapter: 1 | 2
A fox trotted on the trail in front of them, innocent looking except for the seven slender, whip-like tails protruding from its backside. It tilted its small, triangle-head at their approach.
Sasuke reached for his sword, the Kyuubi’s chakra buzzing around him. It felt nothing like Naruto’s combined chakra had-it was stronger. There was very little for Sasuke to look forward to; only after everyone that had mattered to him died did Sasuke finally begin to understand his brother. The irony in that was abysmal but Sasuke only looked forward to fights that had the potential to be fatal-nothing else had the capability to stir emotion within him.
“Kyuubi.” His words echoed in the silence around them, only then did he realize even the bugs had become quiet. Yondaime shot him a warning look.
“If you ignore it, it will ignore us. We have a truce, but those idiots who fall into its trap are free prey. The Hokage won’t save your ass just cause you decide to play with a demon.” Obito grimaced, jamming his goggles over his eyes and trying to look as if he hadn’t said a word.
Then, the fox changed. He grew: sprouted arms, legs, a pale face and dark hair. He shared the infamous-facial features of the Uchiha Clan, but was no one Sasuke had known.
“Obito-kun, how is your training coming along?” The fox’s deep, gravelly voice was ill at ease with the smile on its face.
“See?” Obito hissed, looking in the opposite direction of the man-fox.
Yondaime stared at him, as if trying to think of how to explain the fox’s behavior before realization dawned in his eyes. Sasuke didn’t let his own mistake show on his face. He shouldn’t have been surprised at the fox’s change. Obito shouldn’t have had to explain about the truce between Konoha and the Kyuubi; not if Sasuke lived there.
He should have ignored the only thing familiar since his coming.
“Obito-kun,” the demon said again, drawing Yondaime’s attention away from Sasuke, “do you need me to look at your eyes? They are awfully watery today.”
Obito looked away and adjusted his goggles. Yondaime signaled for them all to make a slow progression passed it. As they walked, the fox followed them, changing back to its original form, its tails swinging wildly behind it like a happy dog.
Sasuke noticed that Obito kept quiet all the way back to the village. The fox teetered off when the forest began to change to worn paths and scattered trees. Yondaime sighed, a visible release of tension, after the demon left.
“Being around that thing makes me nervous. I don’t know how the Hokage managed to convince it to form a truce with our village,” Yondaime said, leading them passed the monuments-lacking his face, Sasuke thought-and toward the main building. Everything looked similar, newer, only a few details were off. Like, the Hokage’s office lacked the bottle of sake he’d heard Tsunade always kept with her. But the man in the office looked different, younger, less worn, and he had a small, dark goatee.
“Ah, Team Kakashi,” the Hokage greeted, his voice rich and spry. The skin around his eyes was pinched, but it lacked the many wrinkles Sasuke remembered. “I see you’ve added one more to your group,” he said, waiting for their explanation. There were two ANBU shadowed in the corner of the room, like body guards, but everyone knew the Hokage didn’t really need body guards. But even the most skilled ninjas knew to be wary. The current Hokage didn’t know that Sasuke had killed a Sanin or turned traitor to the village he kept watch over.
As Yondaime explained the situation and how they had retrieved-found-Sasuke, the Hokage kept his gaze steady and his hands folded on the table.
“Ah, I see. Team Kakashi, if you could excuse me, I would like a moment with Uchiha Sasuke.”
“Of course, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi bowed, taking his command once more from Yondaime. “Excuse us,” he said, shooting Obito an impatient look as he led them out of the door.
Obito stared at the back of Sasuke’s head one last time before following Kakashi. As the door shut, he heard the Hokage say, “I would like to hear your versions of the events described and your relation to our village. Your name isn’t in the records.”
He pressed his ear to the door, goggles smashing up against the side of his eye. Kakashi boxed him in the ear, the thump as his head hit the door surely audible to the two occupants on the other side. “Kakashi,” he snarled, turning on his teammate.
“Don’t eavesdrop, loser,” Kakashi said, grabbing the back of his collar and dragging Obito away from the office. Yondaime followed them with a fond smile, and that made Obito scowl all the more.
They were escorted to the hospital for an after-mission check-up, which Obito loathed. He sat on his bed, kicking the floor and waiting for the doctor to pronounce him well.
“You’re free to go, Uchiha Obito,” the doctor finally stated, looking about as relieved as Obito did.
“Thanks, doc,” Obito shouted over his shoulder as he ran off to find Rin and Kakashi. Rin was in the waiting room, bag on her lap and reading through a magazine on health. “Hey!” Obito waved, looking around.
“Kakashi already left, said he didn’t want to wait for you.” Rin looked like she was hiding a smile in her magazine. She put it away, standing.
“What? Why that-“
“Language, Obito,” Yondaime spoke up from behind him. Obito whirled around.
“Sensei! Hey, what happened to Sasuke? I heard the Hokage-“
Someone slammed a fist against his head before he could say more. “Owww. Hospital patient here!”
“Idiot,” Kakashi said drawing his fist back to his side.
Obito adjusted the goggles looped around his neck. “I thought you went home,” he said with narrowed eyes. Kakashi shot a glance at Rin.
“I didn’t. What’s wrong, head still broken?”
“Shut up! My head is fine, they wanted to keep me here for another day but I convinced them not to.”
“More like annoyed them,” Kakashi muttered.
They bickered all the way to Rin’s house, where they dropped her off. Rin invited Kakashi inside but he declined, walking the rest of the way to the entrance of the Uchiha Clan’s complex. “See you later,” Obito said, waving at Kakashi as he left.
Kakashi turned back around and left without saying goodbye.
“Asshole,” Obito said turning and ducking beneath the gated arch to his parent’s house. It wasn’t until after dinner, a scolding by his mother for getting hurt, and a long bath to ease the aches, that Obito realized his teacher never answered his question about Sasuke.
The next time their team met up, no matter how much Obito pestered Yondaime, he wouldn’t answer any questions about Sasuke.
Two weeks later, his parents left for a Clan meeting. When they came back, they told them there was to be a new addition to their household. “Because of your previous contact with him, the Clan head has decided to allow Uchiha Sasuke stay within our walls. As a show of trust, there will be no ANBU following him for the duration of his stay. In a month, if we determine he is trustworthy, then he can move out.” His Uncle came by that night, shooting a dark look at where Obito sat in the corner of the room, next to the kerosene heater.
They lowered their voices until Obito couldn’t hear them. He stared at the hot wires in the heater, knowing without having to be told that his Uncle was saying, once again: thanks for putting a burden on our family.
The next three days were a flurry of activity from his mom as she prepared the guest bedroom, aired out all the futons, cleaned sheets, checked Sasuke’s room over for any leftover scrolls, and prepared dinner. Sasuke came during the evening, just before dinner when the sun faded from the sky and night fell on Konoha like an anchor dropped from the Hokage monuments. Obito answered the door, the smell of his mom’s kitchen swirling around him.
Sasuke entered, toeing off his shoes and laying his sword next to the sandal rack, silent as ever.
“Uchiha Sasuke,” his mom greeted, coming out from the kitchen in her apron and with a warm smile, “it’s a pleasure to have you.” Indeed, they were being compensated with money for allowing Sasuke to stay with them. Obito scowled, but soon found his displeasure fading as dinner started. Sasuke looked uneasy with his mom bustling about the kitchen, handing out dish after dish, his father resorting to small talk.
No one mentioned that Sasuke had no known family.
“Your sword in the entrance hall is a very nice design,” his father said, once more breaking the silence with what he knew best: shinobi pleasantry.
“Thank you,” Sasuke murmured gracefully, taking a sip of tea. He sat ill at ease; Obito could tell from the way his eyes were constantly moving from his mother to his father, as if unsure which to settle on.
The topic moved on to news of the war-efforts, supplies that were being shipped, and prospective academy students. Bored, Obito jabbed his chopsticks in and out of his rice, poking holes in the design he had shaped earlier during a conversation on the weather.
“I’m sorry for intruding on your family,” Sasuke said, signaling the end to the dinner. Obito sighed in relief.
“No, no,” his father assured, getting up and pulling out a bottle of sake from the cabinet. Great, Obito thought, they would be doing this for another hour. “Please, have some.” He handed Sasuke a small glass, took one for himself, and gave another to Obito’s mother.
“Obito, your mother prepared a bath earlier, if you could check on the temperature.” A nice, pathetic dismissal. Well, he didn’t want to stay anyway.
“Fine,” he said, standing up and catching Sasuke’s eye. The other boy didn’t look the least bit annoyed and Obito was beginning to wonder if Sasuke’s expression ever changed.
He slipped into the bath, despite the fact that he knew it was meant for Sasuke, and let the tension ease out of his shoulders, eyes slipping shut in the warm fog. He tried not to think about Sasuke drinking sake with his father. He’d never been offered sake.
Sasuke tried not to drink too much, even though Obito’s father, Uchiha Kibashi, kept filling his glass. They spoke about house rules, Kibashi bragged about his family and Sasuke remembered something his brother had once sneered: pride. Sasuke had abandoned his own pride long ago for the sake of killing that man.
Finally, he made it to his room. After a bath, Obito’s mother provided him with a set of pajamas, several pairs of clothing for the next day, the Uchiha emblem marked on the back like a bullseye. Sasuke tried to sleep, ignoring the aches left over from interrogation. He dreamed of another life, where the lies he had told the interrogation officer were real.
The next day found him getting up after the sun rose and leaving with Obito to meet with Team Kakashi, still unofficially Team Yondaime. They met at the bridge where Sasuke used to meet with Sakura, Naruto and Kakashi. He clamped down on the nostalgia that threatened; the past no longer mattered.
Yondaime, unlike Kakashi, was early and waiting for them when they arrived. Kakashi sat on the bridges rail, two eyes widening with surprise as Sasuke came into view. Sasuke nodded his head at him, amused, and Rin waved. He didn’t wave back.
The other night, no one had mentioned his eye patch or the fact that one Sharingan eye was lost to him forever. Within the Clan of Uchiha, such a handicap was almost unbearable; the eyes were the pride of the Clan. Even Obito had been too uncomfortable to mention it in front of his parents, Sasuke had caught him staring at it more than once, and he noted the way Uchiha Kibashi had avoided looking above his nose.
“It couldn’t be saved,” Rin said, as he got closer.
“No,” Sasuke answered. The clothes Sasuke wore felt weird. It’s been a long time since he’d worn the navy t-shirt with the Uchiha fan on his back. His arms felt bare and were riddled with scars, a long snake tattoo hidden beneath arm guards. His sword was tucked into his belt, which clashed horribly with the color of his shirt, but Sasuke had never cared about aesthetics.
“I get three days to train all of you, so that you can adjust to Sasuke’s movements. Then, we’ll be back out on the field. Konoha can’t spare any more time.”
Obito, Rin and Kakashi nodded, faces turning serious. Yondaime laughed a little to ease the sudden tension. “So, how about we see what your capable of Sasuke,” Yondaime said, gesturing toward familiar training grounds.
Sasuke turned and then ducked a wild barrage of kunai. Rin still had the same shy smile, and she laughed nervously, the hand that had thrown the kunai tucked behind her as if she was fixing her hair. “We never say go,” Obito said with a large grin, smacking his goggles over his eyes and disappearing off the bridge and into the surrounding foliage.
They moved like a team, Sasuke noted, as they drew farther away from the village and into the denser training grounds. Yondaime spotted all of them, traveling either a few feet behind or a few feet in front, constantly moving, while Kakashi made up for Obito’s lack of skill. Obito, however, was the eyes. His movements with the Sharingan were off and Sasuke could now recognize it as the mark of a new user-though he had never had the chance to observe another of his bloodline.
Rin was both bait and precious commodity, she frequently was behind both Obito and Kakashi, but occasionally she moved forward to tempt Sasuke with a distraction. Naruto, Sakura, and he had never moved together with such ease. But then, they had never had much of a chance to.
Sasuke blocked Kakashi’s thrust. “This guard failed,” he said, yanking Kakashi’s kunai from him and kicking him into a tree. Obito spun through the air behind him, using Sasuke’s newly acquired blind-side ruthlessly, but Sasuke jumped away just in time, ducking the kunai meant for him. Obito anticipated his movement, fist coming down to smash into his nose and Sasuke disappeared in a puff of smoke.
He appeared at Rin’s side, grabbing hold of her by her waist pouch, striping her from her weapons, and tying her to a tree with Sharingan enhanced string. Kakashi cut the string moments later, Obito using foot and fist to distract Sasuke.
Quickly growing bored-this was child’s play-Sasuke caught Obito’s fist, stating dully, “This guard’s too slow,” and disarmed him. He was just about to swipe Obito’s side with the blade when a scream cut through his movements, stilling him.
“SASUKE!”
Naruto stood on the tree opposite of him, red chakra burning around him.
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Title: Without Looking Back
Author: Hana J.
Rating: R
Pairing: Yondaime/Sasuke maybe hints of others
Summary: Sasuke wakes up in a different time, missing his eye, with no way back.
Chapter: 1 | 2
A fox trotted on the trail in front of them, innocent looking except for the seven slender, whip-like tails protruding from its backside. It tilted its small, triangle-head at their approach.
Sasuke reached for his sword, the Kyuubi’s chakra buzzing around him. It felt nothing like Naruto’s combined chakra had-it was stronger. There was very little for Sasuke to look forward to; only after everyone that had mattered to him died did Sasuke finally begin to understand his brother. The irony in that was abysmal but Sasuke only looked forward to fights that had the potential to be fatal-nothing else had the capability to stir emotion within him.
“Kyuubi.” His words echoed in the silence around them, only then did he realize even the bugs had become quiet. Yondaime shot him a warning look.
“If you ignore it, it will ignore us. We have a truce, but those idiots who fall into its trap are free prey. The Hokage won’t save your ass just cause you decide to play with a demon.” Obito grimaced, jamming his goggles over his eyes and trying to look as if he hadn’t said a word.
Then, the fox changed. He grew: sprouted arms, legs, a pale face and dark hair. He shared the infamous-facial features of the Uchiha Clan, but was no one Sasuke had known.
“Obito-kun, how is your training coming along?” The fox’s deep, gravelly voice was ill at ease with the smile on its face.
“See?” Obito hissed, looking in the opposite direction of the man-fox.
Yondaime stared at him, as if trying to think of how to explain the fox’s behavior before realization dawned in his eyes. Sasuke didn’t let his own mistake show on his face. He shouldn’t have been surprised at the fox’s change. Obito shouldn’t have had to explain about the truce between Konoha and the Kyuubi; not if Sasuke lived there.
He should have ignored the only thing familiar since his coming.
“Obito-kun,” the demon said again, drawing Yondaime’s attention away from Sasuke, “do you need me to look at your eyes? They are awfully watery today.”
Obito looked away and adjusted his goggles. Yondaime signaled for them all to make a slow progression passed it. As they walked, the fox followed them, changing back to its original form, its tails swinging wildly behind it like a happy dog.
Sasuke noticed that Obito kept quiet all the way back to the village. The fox teetered off when the forest began to change to worn paths and scattered trees. Yondaime sighed, a visible release of tension, after the demon left.
“Being around that thing makes me nervous. I don’t know how the Hokage managed to convince it to form a truce with our village,” Yondaime said, leading them passed the monuments-lacking his face, Sasuke thought-and toward the main building. Everything looked similar, newer, only a few details were off. Like, the Hokage’s office lacked the bottle of sake he’d heard Tsunade always kept with her. But the man in the office looked different, younger, less worn, and he had a small, dark goatee.
“Ah, Team Kakashi,” the Hokage greeted, his voice rich and spry. The skin around his eyes was pinched, but it lacked the many wrinkles Sasuke remembered. “I see you’ve added one more to your group,” he said, waiting for their explanation. There were two ANBU shadowed in the corner of the room, like body guards, but everyone knew the Hokage didn’t really need body guards. But even the most skilled ninjas knew to be wary. The current Hokage didn’t know that Sasuke had killed a Sanin or turned traitor to the village he kept watch over.
As Yondaime explained the situation and how they had retrieved-found-Sasuke, the Hokage kept his gaze steady and his hands folded on the table.
“Ah, I see. Team Kakashi, if you could excuse me, I would like a moment with Uchiha Sasuke.”
“Of course, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi bowed, taking his command once more from Yondaime. “Excuse us,” he said, shooting Obito an impatient look as he led them out of the door.
Obito stared at the back of Sasuke’s head one last time before following Kakashi. As the door shut, he heard the Hokage say, “I would like to hear your versions of the events described and your relation to our village. Your name isn’t in the records.”
He pressed his ear to the door, goggles smashing up against the side of his eye. Kakashi boxed him in the ear, the thump as his head hit the door surely audible to the two occupants on the other side. “Kakashi,” he snarled, turning on his teammate.
“Don’t eavesdrop, loser,” Kakashi said, grabbing the back of his collar and dragging Obito away from the office. Yondaime followed them with a fond smile, and that made Obito scowl all the more.
They were escorted to the hospital for an after-mission check-up, which Obito loathed. He sat on his bed, kicking the floor and waiting for the doctor to pronounce him well.
“You’re free to go, Uchiha Obito,” the doctor finally stated, looking about as relieved as Obito did.
“Thanks, doc,” Obito shouted over his shoulder as he ran off to find Rin and Kakashi. Rin was in the waiting room, bag on her lap and reading through a magazine on health. “Hey!” Obito waved, looking around.
“Kakashi already left, said he didn’t want to wait for you.” Rin looked like she was hiding a smile in her magazine. She put it away, standing.
“What? Why that-“
“Language, Obito,” Yondaime spoke up from behind him. Obito whirled around.
“Sensei! Hey, what happened to Sasuke? I heard the Hokage-“
Someone slammed a fist against his head before he could say more. “Owww. Hospital patient here!”
“Idiot,” Kakashi said drawing his fist back to his side.
Obito adjusted the goggles looped around his neck. “I thought you went home,” he said with narrowed eyes. Kakashi shot a glance at Rin.
“I didn’t. What’s wrong, head still broken?”
“Shut up! My head is fine, they wanted to keep me here for another day but I convinced them not to.”
“More like annoyed them,” Kakashi muttered.
They bickered all the way to Rin’s house, where they dropped her off. Rin invited Kakashi inside but he declined, walking the rest of the way to the entrance of the Uchiha Clan’s complex. “See you later,” Obito said, waving at Kakashi as he left.
Kakashi turned back around and left without saying goodbye.
“Asshole,” Obito said turning and ducking beneath the gated arch to his parent’s house. It wasn’t until after dinner, a scolding by his mother for getting hurt, and a long bath to ease the aches, that Obito realized his teacher never answered his question about Sasuke.
The next time their team met up, no matter how much Obito pestered Yondaime, he wouldn’t answer any questions about Sasuke.
Two weeks later, his parents left for a Clan meeting. When they came back, they told them there was to be a new addition to their household. “Because of your previous contact with him, the Clan head has decided to allow Uchiha Sasuke stay within our walls. As a show of trust, there will be no ANBU following him for the duration of his stay. In a month, if we determine he is trustworthy, then he can move out.” His Uncle came by that night, shooting a dark look at where Obito sat in the corner of the room, next to the kerosene heater.
They lowered their voices until Obito couldn’t hear them. He stared at the hot wires in the heater, knowing without having to be told that his Uncle was saying, once again: thanks for putting a burden on our family.
The next three days were a flurry of activity from his mom as she prepared the guest bedroom, aired out all the futons, cleaned sheets, checked Sasuke’s room over for any leftover scrolls, and prepared dinner. Sasuke came during the evening, just before dinner when the sun faded from the sky and night fell on Konoha like an anchor dropped from the Hokage monuments. Obito answered the door, the smell of his mom’s kitchen swirling around him.
Sasuke entered, toeing off his shoes and laying his sword next to the sandal rack, silent as ever.
“Uchiha Sasuke,” his mom greeted, coming out from the kitchen in her apron and with a warm smile, “it’s a pleasure to have you.” Indeed, they were being compensated with money for allowing Sasuke to stay with them. Obito scowled, but soon found his displeasure fading as dinner started. Sasuke looked uneasy with his mom bustling about the kitchen, handing out dish after dish, his father resorting to small talk.
No one mentioned that Sasuke had no known family.
“Your sword in the entrance hall is a very nice design,” his father said, once more breaking the silence with what he knew best: shinobi pleasantry.
“Thank you,” Sasuke murmured gracefully, taking a sip of tea. He sat ill at ease; Obito could tell from the way his eyes were constantly moving from his mother to his father, as if unsure which to settle on.
The topic moved on to news of the war-efforts, supplies that were being shipped, and prospective academy students. Bored, Obito jabbed his chopsticks in and out of his rice, poking holes in the design he had shaped earlier during a conversation on the weather.
“I’m sorry for intruding on your family,” Sasuke said, signaling the end to the dinner. Obito sighed in relief.
“No, no,” his father assured, getting up and pulling out a bottle of sake from the cabinet. Great, Obito thought, they would be doing this for another hour. “Please, have some.” He handed Sasuke a small glass, took one for himself, and gave another to Obito’s mother.
“Obito, your mother prepared a bath earlier, if you could check on the temperature.” A nice, pathetic dismissal. Well, he didn’t want to stay anyway.
“Fine,” he said, standing up and catching Sasuke’s eye. The other boy didn’t look the least bit annoyed and Obito was beginning to wonder if Sasuke’s expression ever changed.
He slipped into the bath, despite the fact that he knew it was meant for Sasuke, and let the tension ease out of his shoulders, eyes slipping shut in the warm fog. He tried not to think about Sasuke drinking sake with his father. He’d never been offered sake.
Sasuke tried not to drink too much, even though Obito’s father, Uchiha Kibashi, kept filling his glass. They spoke about house rules, Kibashi bragged about his family and Sasuke remembered something his brother had once sneered: pride. Sasuke had abandoned his own pride long ago for the sake of killing that man.
Finally, he made it to his room. After a bath, Obito’s mother provided him with a set of pajamas, several pairs of clothing for the next day, the Uchiha emblem marked on the back like a bullseye. Sasuke tried to sleep, ignoring the aches left over from interrogation. He dreamed of another life, where the lies he had told the interrogation officer were real.
The next day found him getting up after the sun rose and leaving with Obito to meet with Team Kakashi, still unofficially Team Yondaime. They met at the bridge where Sasuke used to meet with Sakura, Naruto and Kakashi. He clamped down on the nostalgia that threatened; the past no longer mattered.
Yondaime, unlike Kakashi, was early and waiting for them when they arrived. Kakashi sat on the bridges rail, two eyes widening with surprise as Sasuke came into view. Sasuke nodded his head at him, amused, and Rin waved. He didn’t wave back.
The other night, no one had mentioned his eye patch or the fact that one Sharingan eye was lost to him forever. Within the Clan of Uchiha, such a handicap was almost unbearable; the eyes were the pride of the Clan. Even Obito had been too uncomfortable to mention it in front of his parents, Sasuke had caught him staring at it more than once, and he noted the way Uchiha Kibashi had avoided looking above his nose.
“It couldn’t be saved,” Rin said, as he got closer.
“No,” Sasuke answered. The clothes Sasuke wore felt weird. It’s been a long time since he’d worn the navy t-shirt with the Uchiha fan on his back. His arms felt bare and were riddled with scars, a long snake tattoo hidden beneath arm guards. His sword was tucked into his belt, which clashed horribly with the color of his shirt, but Sasuke had never cared about aesthetics.
“I get three days to train all of you, so that you can adjust to Sasuke’s movements. Then, we’ll be back out on the field. Konoha can’t spare any more time.”
Obito, Rin and Kakashi nodded, faces turning serious. Yondaime laughed a little to ease the sudden tension. “So, how about we see what your capable of Sasuke,” Yondaime said, gesturing toward familiar training grounds.
Sasuke turned and then ducked a wild barrage of kunai. Rin still had the same shy smile, and she laughed nervously, the hand that had thrown the kunai tucked behind her as if she was fixing her hair. “We never say go,” Obito said with a large grin, smacking his goggles over his eyes and disappearing off the bridge and into the surrounding foliage.
They moved like a team, Sasuke noted, as they drew farther away from the village and into the denser training grounds. Yondaime spotted all of them, traveling either a few feet behind or a few feet in front, constantly moving, while Kakashi made up for Obito’s lack of skill. Obito, however, was the eyes. His movements with the Sharingan were off and Sasuke could now recognize it as the mark of a new user-though he had never had the chance to observe another of his bloodline.
Rin was both bait and precious commodity, she frequently was behind both Obito and Kakashi, but occasionally she moved forward to tempt Sasuke with a distraction. Naruto, Sakura, and he had never moved together with such ease. But then, they had never had much of a chance to.
Sasuke blocked Kakashi’s thrust. “This guard failed,” he said, yanking Kakashi’s kunai from him and kicking him into a tree. Obito spun through the air behind him, using Sasuke’s newly acquired blind-side ruthlessly, but Sasuke jumped away just in time, ducking the kunai meant for him. Obito anticipated his movement, fist coming down to smash into his nose and Sasuke disappeared in a puff of smoke.
He appeared at Rin’s side, grabbing hold of her by her waist pouch, striping her from her weapons, and tying her to a tree with Sharingan enhanced string. Kakashi cut the string moments later, Obito using foot and fist to distract Sasuke.
Quickly growing bored-this was child’s play-Sasuke caught Obito’s fist, stating dully, “This guard’s too slow,” and disarmed him. He was just about to swipe Obito’s side with the blade when a scream cut through his movements, stilling him.
“SASUKE!”
Naruto stood on the tree opposite of him, red chakra burning around him.
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not yet edited cause I'm lazy and on holiday. boo.
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Click here (picture may be big for you) and tell me if there is any specific doujinshi you would like to see (I'm feeling generous!) and I can TAKE PICTURES of the inside. Sorry, I don't have a scanner, but my digicam is pretty good. Just describe the cover--or if you want a more detailed pic I can separate it into sections: Naruto, Bleach, Code Geass, D.Gray-man, and Original. AHH. I am so mad at myself because I forgot the NaruSasu special comic con was going on today and Susuki (a Japanese Kakashi/Sasuke fanfic writer) invited me to go. Too late. :(
Okay, so lovely fujiwara_san was kind enough to up some of the later Code Geass eps for me. But, I couldn't play subs on Ep. 15. So I browsed my flist, cause I saw someone the other day mention a similar problem and I read the thread in their journal and 'lo an behold, it seems like it is the fansub (gg!) group's fault. Um, what, cause you don't like VLC player you refuse to let the subs work on it? Uh...you fucking suck. Good thing I know enough Japanese (speaking, yay) that I can say fuck you D: What assholes. Yes, I understand your reasons but your actions don't make you any less of an asshole. I've tried a lot of different players and finally settled on VLC because it's good for korean dramas, I've had a lesser amount of problems with it compared to others, etc. I'm not changing it, just so I can see your subs. Go jump off a bridge.
Baha, end rant. Oh, for your viewing pleasure, check out this awesome spn vid. Waaaaay too many things placed below my fic. Don't forget to review? Oh wait, you've already tuned me out!