Reaction, not a responsea_for_tioriJuly 21 2009, 04:42:18 UTC
[Sasuke thinks, I need to stop watching these things.
He doesn't watch them all that often. Sometimes he will read comment pages without bothering to watch a dream. Sometimes he can tell a lot of what happened in it just by watching. Other times he can't, but is able to figure out that he doesn't care.
But this time the comments were just vague enough to peak his curiosity, and so he watched.
He doesn't usually watch dreams, because he hates thinking about them afterwards. Because he is alone, he has little to occupy him other than his own mind. But his mind and his memories do occupy him fully - he's been so tangled up recently that sometimes he will just sit in bed trying to sleep but really just trying to untie the knot he's become, he doesn't know himself at all - and so adding in bits of the minds of others just twists everything up inside.
And this dream - it makes no sense to him. They are images stuck out of order which don't resonate in his mind, which don't fit within his frame of reference. Konoha destroyed, and a dark hallway that Sasuke remembers walking down himself, and Sakura fighting the Akatsuki (Sakura fighting the Akatsuki - she was that strong? Really?) and then -
He stabbed her. Killed her. He was wearing red clouds to match his eyes, holding a blade in her gut.
And his eyes. They were so cold, those eyes. Sasuke sees those eyes every time he glances at a mirror, but from Sakura's perspective they are flat and alien and awful.
Sasuke had never really wondered what he looked like to other people. What it was like to fight him. To be killed by him.
He puts the Hitomi down and closes his eyes, frowning.]
He doesn't watch them all that often. Sometimes he will read comment pages without bothering to watch a dream. Sometimes he can tell a lot of what happened in it just by watching. Other times he can't, but is able to figure out that he doesn't care.
But this time the comments were just vague enough to peak his curiosity, and so he watched.
He doesn't usually watch dreams, because he hates thinking about them afterwards. Because he is alone, he has little to occupy him other than his own mind. But his mind and his memories do occupy him fully - he's been so tangled up recently that sometimes he will just sit in bed trying to sleep but really just trying to untie the knot he's become, he doesn't know himself at all - and so adding in bits of the minds of others just twists everything up inside.
And this dream - it makes no sense to him. They are images stuck out of order which don't resonate in his mind, which don't fit within his frame of reference. Konoha destroyed, and a dark hallway that Sasuke remembers walking down himself, and Sakura fighting the Akatsuki (Sakura fighting the Akatsuki - she was that strong? Really?) and then -
He stabbed her. Killed her. He was wearing red clouds to match his eyes, holding a blade in her gut.
And his eyes. They were so cold, those eyes. Sasuke sees those eyes every time he glances at a mirror, but from Sakura's perspective they are flat and alien and awful.
Sasuke had never really wondered what he looked like to other people. What it was like to fight him. To be killed by him.
He puts the Hitomi down and closes his eyes, frowning.]
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