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Who: Uchiha Sasuke sothinkfools & Uchiha Madara incarnadines
Where: The Blood Moon
When: A few hours after this thread.
Summary: A 'family' reunited.
Rating: PG-PG13? probably nothing bad.
Other: oh god, please ignore sasuke-mun's fail writer's block writing
( Wet your feet in the water of his blood )
Where: The Blood Moon
When: A few hours after this thread.
Summary: A 'family' reunited.
Rating: PG-PG13? probably nothing bad.
Other: oh god, please ignore sasuke-mun's fail writer's block writing
( Wet your feet in the water of his blood )
He smiled. It was a rueful one, twitching with bitterness. "The Omega," he said, "is a government institution put in place after my reign as a prince of this lovely city came to an end. Or perhaps... because of my reign. Its agents are meant to keep order in the city-- rather, Alpha's vision of order."
Madara paused, reaching over to pour himself and Sasuke some sake. "I spent many centuries eluding them, but Itachi blinded me and delivered me to them for the reward," he explained as he finished filling their bowls. "And it was during my imprisonment in their facility that I met you, though I thought you were only another one of their experiment subjects. It was only after my vision was restored that I discovered you were, in fact, an Uchiha."
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But the mention of...Itachi. That got more of a reaction out him than the fact he'd probably been brainwashed and sent on his way.
His rage almost blinded him. Sasuke couldn't find his voice, and he wasn't stupid enough to speak in that state, as desperately as he wanted to keep asking questions. He hated showing this much emotion to someone he was meeting for the first time...even if it was his grandfather. Sasuke hoped the elder Uchiha would understand his silent rage; after all, he'd said something about them going on a mission after Itachi.
Sasuke picked up the bowl stiffly, sipping the drink quietly. The warm liquid ran down his throat and eased him slightly, allowing him to ignore his heated rage, "I see. So Itachi's working for them then? And you want them gone?"
He may have been jumping to conclusions, but he wasn't ignorant; there was a certain contempt in Madara's voice that couldn't be ignored.
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"But this arrangement's given me more freedom than I had when I was a lab rat, at least," he went on. "I was able to start training you, and we went to take down Itachi together. I'm sorry you didn't get to see the result of our endeavors, although I did bring back a souvenir. I'll give that to you in a little while."
He stopped to sip at his sake, those scarlet eyes once again fixing on Sasuke. Idly, he wondered if he would become the new target of Sasuke's rage, or whether the boy could find gratitude for his former sensei.
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Only time would tell.
His expression didn't change at the mention of the souvenir. He didn't care for presents from a mission he didn't complete. He didn't deserve it.
Sasuke had another drink of sake, calming his nerves once again. The man was his teacher before, so perhaps, he'd be able to get him to teach him again. This was suddenly becoming a delicate game that he wasn't expecting to enter. A different topic. That's what he needed. But his mind wouldn't allow it.
"Why didn't you wait for me?" His tone was stiff, trying not to be offensive, but obviously annoyed with the whole situation.
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He drained his cup and pushed it away, head cocking slightly to the right. "Of course, it makes little difference to you now. You see, Itachi lives again. Revived by Omega but released into the Abyss without auction. Without owner."
The smile spread, devilish and wild. "We can do it again," he assured Sasuke, the eagerness edging into his voice. "We can do it again and destroy him so thoroughly there won't be a piece of him left to revive."
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It was a chance he didn't think he was going to have after the elder Uchiha had told him he'd killed Itachi. Sasuke wasn't going to let this chance go.
Sasuke's face quickly returned to normal, but his eyes still burned with excitement. It would be best to get all the information he could before declaring he was going to be killing Itachi himself, "What was the souvenir?"
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Arms folded across his chest, Madara leaned back against the wall, relaxing. "That's something for another time," he said with a dismissive shrug. "It can wait until after you've accomplished your goal. That would really make the celebration special, wouldn't it?"
He glanced off, laughing softly. "Although I suppose, revenge alone would be much sweeter than any gift I could give you."
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Something to keep him coming back. To keep him intrigued. Sasuke knew better than to take that bait. If, after everything was done, he ever received gift, he would consider himself lucky and accept it. If Madara withheld the gift after he obtained his revenge, he would cut his losses. Sasuke wasn't going to stay wrapped around his fingers forever.
Revenge. That word burned in his mind. That is what it was all about. His heart pounded and fist in his lap tightened. Soon. He'd use Madara's knowledge, and train harder. More ring fights to get stronger, to put everything he'd learned to use. It was perfect. Nothing would go wrong this time.
The red tint in his eyes flared, his own sharingan coming to life in his excitement, "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me, Grandfather?"
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"Mm," he purred thoughtfully. "There are a lot of stories I could tell, histories you've heard before but have forgotten. But it's all really just this old man rambling. I'll catch you up to them later. You already have so much to absorb."
He looked into Sasuke's eyes, admiring those young Sharingan. How he could shape this boy, create something truly great. "Do you have somewhere to be, heir of mine?" he asked. "Or shall we go enjoy a spar in the basement? We can't let you get too soft. Already the summer was lost."
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Finally, there was someone else in this city that was behind him completely and totally. The elder was someone who would help him hone the skills. Both would get what they wanted in the end. His fist and body finally relaxed, yet his sharingan remained.
His energy almost crackled around at the the thought of a spar. It really had felt like had been an entire summer since he'd trained correctly, despite remembering he'd been to the ring not long before the battle royal. The small bowl of sake was long since forgotten. Instead, excitement, hatred, and anger buzzed in his head.
"I think I could spend a while away from my studies," Sasuke murmured, not bothering to hide the smirk that formed on his lips.
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He climbed to his feet, and unlike Sasuke he had not forgotten the sake. However, he grabbed the bottle rather than the bowl. The stuff wouldn't do much to muddle his senses, and if it did, well... Sasuke could use the handicap to his advantage. He took an ill-mannered swig from the bottle, sighed happily, and gestured for Sasuke to follow him. "Come, I'll show you our favorite play area," he said as he strode to the door. "It'll be where I usually ask you to meet me."
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