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[oirokenojutsu]

Who: Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto
What: Sasuke has a complete mental breakdown after Itachi lies and tells him he dies (HAHAHA), and Naruto is off to save the day... with a sleepover. A manly sleepover.
When: After Itachi's post; late in the night.
Where: Sasuke's room.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, crazy!emo!Sasuke, NOVEL LENGTH RESPONSES

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[hawtcuzimfly]

Knowing that you are about to die was probably one of the worst feelings anyone could ever experience. He, himself, had experienced it so many times before, but was lucky and came out alive. This feeling was a different, because he knew for sure that he was going to die. There would be no one to save him in the nick of time, a fluke that would work to his advantage, anything. He did not have the power to alter time and save himself so he could live and carry out his mission. He didn't even have the pleasure of having the option of going back home, to his loved ones, if he should accomplish that mission open anymore.

Sasuke’s brother had taken everything from him, had taken control of his life, manipulated him into pushing everything else that mattered to him away, and apparently had taken the very life that he had originally spared away from him, too.

Sasuke’s growl of frustration turned into a cry of agony as his fists slid up his forehead to clench at his bangs.

At the sound of the creak of the door opening, he got up from his feet abruptly, slightly crouching, squeezing the palms of his hands against his temples as he tore his eyes away from his journal and toward the door. He ground his teeth together fiercely, his eyes wide with distress.

Naruto.

Before the other boy could do anything, his arm shot out for the journal and threw it harshly at the door, only to miss due to his erratic state and hit the wall instead. A few papers ripped out from the spine of the book from the force of the blow, fluttering to the floor as the book itself landed with a thud. He let out another strangled noise, falling to his knees once again, gripping his hair so hard that anyone who saw would have thought he was about to tear his hair out, still desperately gasping for air. He could feel the roots pull at his skin, but he ignored the physical pain.

Get out, get out, get out, he repeated over and over in his mind.