Er, Naruto insanity?
From maldoror_gw, I discovered askerian the author of one of my fave Naruto universes which her readers have now titled 'Saki-chan' universe. She was allowing people to write drabbles for her universe in this post, so I decided to do one.
I'm really not sure it fits her universe and as much as I love Naruto, I can't seem to write fics in it too well. And WARNING: All these feature Sasuke-angst!!!
Masks
DISCLAIMER: Naruto is not mine. Saki-chan, etc., is not mine.
WWWW
The ANBU application form lay innocently on his dresser.
Everything had been neatly filled out, sparse and short. After all, the long and detailed testimony of his years' hard labour as ninja elite was already enclosed in one of the thousands of personnel files kept hidden in the Hokage Tower. The application wouldn't have even found its way to his home if the file hadn't already been studied and his character assessed.
All he had to do now was hand it in.
It lay on his dresser for over a week.
Naruto saw it and said nothing. He paid it no more attention than he would /her/ hairbrush, too focused on coddling /her/.
/Her/. /Saki-chan/.
Naruto's /Saki-chan/.
Another of a seemingly endless line of glass masks that made up his life. Maybe that was one of the reasons he had protested so hard when /that/ mission came up. Somehow, in that short span of time, something had switched on in him, some hidden need and longing that he could not acknowledge.
But /she/can.
Sometimes he barely knew who he was. Was he Sasuke-chan, the tiny child who idolized his brother and smiled so freely? Was he Sasuke, the broken ninja elite who lived only for revenge and missions? Or was Saki-chan, the sweet, beautiful, precious girl who loved Naruto with all her heart and was /able/ to show it?
Or was he the Hebi, the masked assassin unseen in the dark whose bite was swift and fatal?
Did he really want yet another mask, yet another burden, yet another shield? What were all these things protecting? Who was he underneath it all?
He slipped the application form without expression into the the tiny, obscure slot in the wall of the tower, where hundreds of ninjas pass by. Anyone of them who had come before him or after could have done the exact same thing and he wouldn't know.
Uchiha Sasuke needed to become stronger, to become deadlier.
/Saki-chan/ only needed to exist.
-End-
And here's another:
Transition
WWWW
He dropped into his room, his black body suit ripped, his skin abraded and bleeding. His right cheek hurt where a foot had caught it, and he could feel a slight, burning pain on his eyebrow where a kunai had narrowly missed his left eye.
It was a balmy summer night, heated where thick forests surrounded the village.
He felt chilled. Jerkily he closed his window and walked to the bathroom. His eyes felt glazed, his scalp cold, his body numb.
Even the hot shower needles failed to warm him sufficiently. Dry but shivering, he entered his bedroom and headed straight for /her/ closet.
First, the silk peach-pink underwear that slid sensually against his skin.
Then the opaque fish-net stockings that covered all the unsightly, /unwomanly/ gashes, on his limbs. Slowly, he smoothed it up, automatically placing the garter belts.
Fuzzy warmth chased its way up his toes and he breathed, tension easing.
Next came the triple-layer of soft, ruffled petticoats that came to a fluffy halt two inches above his knees.
The dress he chose was hand-sewn, a frilly, frothy creation of fine black cotton with a lacy, square neckline, long ribbon-bedecked sleeves, and a skirt embroidered with scarlet roses.
A black satin corset covered his torso. Languidly, he pulled at the laces and tied them, moulding the semi-hard frame to him like second skin.
The sunny warmth became a slow, heated flush that made its way to his cheeks, even before he delicately applied the cosmetics that would highlight his sloe-dark eyes, bring color to his waxen face, and hide his wounds.
By the time he put on the heavy leather boots with their high heels and array of buckles, he was hot and tingly all over.
Death was Sasuke’s domain.
Life was Saki’s.
-End-
The third one's not part of ashkerian's universe, but it's just another Sasuke-angst fic.
Behind the Walls
WARNINGS: Gen, angst, spoilers for anime up to Sound arc
TITLE: BEHIND WALLS
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Sasuke’s past, GEN, ANGST
DISCLAIMER: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and I’m only borrowing his universe for fun.
SUMMARY: Sasuke gets lonely too.
WWWW
Sometimes Sasuke was tired of being alone.
Sometimes he looked at Naruto and Sakura and wished that he could drop his walls and become himself with them.
The himself he had been before Itachi had his bloody massacre. The himself who had smiled at jokes, who had played with children, who had shyly introduced himself to other Konoha kids.
Sometimes it hurt to turn away from Sakura’s pleading face as she asked to sit with him for lunch. Sometimes his heart twinged when he snubbed Naruto and he saw that bright smile crack.
Sometimes his knees trembled as he turned away from them because he will never admit it but he was scared that one day he will turn back to see his older brother standing there blood-streaked while Naruto and Sakura and Kakashi-sensei lie dead on the ground.
But Sasuke no longer knew any other way. The barriers were set in stone, and it became easier and easier to walk away without hurting.
The sun fell on his last day in Konoha, and Sasuke felt nothing at all.
-FIN-
This'll probably go behind f-lock in a couple weeks.
I'm really not sure it fits her universe and as much as I love Naruto, I can't seem to write fics in it too well. And WARNING: All these feature Sasuke-angst!!!
Masks
DISCLAIMER: Naruto is not mine. Saki-chan, etc., is not mine.
WWWW
The ANBU application form lay innocently on his dresser.
Everything had been neatly filled out, sparse and short. After all, the long and detailed testimony of his years' hard labour as ninja elite was already enclosed in one of the thousands of personnel files kept hidden in the Hokage Tower. The application wouldn't have even found its way to his home if the file hadn't already been studied and his character assessed.
All he had to do now was hand it in.
It lay on his dresser for over a week.
Naruto saw it and said nothing. He paid it no more attention than he would /her/ hairbrush, too focused on coddling /her/.
/Her/. /Saki-chan/.
Naruto's /Saki-chan/.
Another of a seemingly endless line of glass masks that made up his life. Maybe that was one of the reasons he had protested so hard when /that/ mission came up. Somehow, in that short span of time, something had switched on in him, some hidden need and longing that he could not acknowledge.
But /she/can.
Sometimes he barely knew who he was. Was he Sasuke-chan, the tiny child who idolized his brother and smiled so freely? Was he Sasuke, the broken ninja elite who lived only for revenge and missions? Or was Saki-chan, the sweet, beautiful, precious girl who loved Naruto with all her heart and was /able/ to show it?
Or was he the Hebi, the masked assassin unseen in the dark whose bite was swift and fatal?
Did he really want yet another mask, yet another burden, yet another shield? What were all these things protecting? Who was he underneath it all?
He slipped the application form without expression into the the tiny, obscure slot in the wall of the tower, where hundreds of ninjas pass by. Anyone of them who had come before him or after could have done the exact same thing and he wouldn't know.
Uchiha Sasuke needed to become stronger, to become deadlier.
/Saki-chan/ only needed to exist.
-End-
And here's another:
Transition
WWWW
He dropped into his room, his black body suit ripped, his skin abraded and bleeding. His right cheek hurt where a foot had caught it, and he could feel a slight, burning pain on his eyebrow where a kunai had narrowly missed his left eye.
It was a balmy summer night, heated where thick forests surrounded the village.
He felt chilled. Jerkily he closed his window and walked to the bathroom. His eyes felt glazed, his scalp cold, his body numb.
Even the hot shower needles failed to warm him sufficiently. Dry but shivering, he entered his bedroom and headed straight for /her/ closet.
First, the silk peach-pink underwear that slid sensually against his skin.
Then the opaque fish-net stockings that covered all the unsightly, /unwomanly/ gashes, on his limbs. Slowly, he smoothed it up, automatically placing the garter belts.
Fuzzy warmth chased its way up his toes and he breathed, tension easing.
Next came the triple-layer of soft, ruffled petticoats that came to a fluffy halt two inches above his knees.
The dress he chose was hand-sewn, a frilly, frothy creation of fine black cotton with a lacy, square neckline, long ribbon-bedecked sleeves, and a skirt embroidered with scarlet roses.
A black satin corset covered his torso. Languidly, he pulled at the laces and tied them, moulding the semi-hard frame to him like second skin.
The sunny warmth became a slow, heated flush that made its way to his cheeks, even before he delicately applied the cosmetics that would highlight his sloe-dark eyes, bring color to his waxen face, and hide his wounds.
By the time he put on the heavy leather boots with their high heels and array of buckles, he was hot and tingly all over.
Death was Sasuke’s domain.
Life was Saki’s.
-End-
The third one's not part of ashkerian's universe, but it's just another Sasuke-angst fic.
Behind the Walls
WARNINGS: Gen, angst, spoilers for anime up to Sound arc
TITLE: BEHIND WALLS
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Sasuke’s past, GEN, ANGST
DISCLAIMER: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and I’m only borrowing his universe for fun.
SUMMARY: Sasuke gets lonely too.
WWWW
Sometimes Sasuke was tired of being alone.
Sometimes he looked at Naruto and Sakura and wished that he could drop his walls and become himself with them.
The himself he had been before Itachi had his bloody massacre. The himself who had smiled at jokes, who had played with children, who had shyly introduced himself to other Konoha kids.
Sometimes it hurt to turn away from Sakura’s pleading face as she asked to sit with him for lunch. Sometimes his heart twinged when he snubbed Naruto and he saw that bright smile crack.
Sometimes his knees trembled as he turned away from them because he will never admit it but he was scared that one day he will turn back to see his older brother standing there blood-streaked while Naruto and Sakura and Kakashi-sensei lie dead on the ground.
But Sasuke no longer knew any other way. The barriers were set in stone, and it became easier and easier to walk away without hurting.
The sun fell on his last day in Konoha, and Sasuke felt nothing at all.
-FIN-
This'll probably go behind f-lock in a couple weeks.