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Characters: Uchiha Sasuke + Anyone? :D
Setting: entrance room.
Time: late night of the 16th day.
Summary: in which Uchiha Sasuke has to actually sit down and think [introduction]
Warnings: none, currently.
Fittingly, thirst broke him. Not ailing, not anger, not disquiet, not intruders, not the thought of his apparent capture: these had come, they would go. But he had waged war on Konoha fed only by conviction, with no love lost for the prospects of a messy death. He needed water. (And he would allow thirst as nothing that Leaf had given him, something that this body, his clan's weapon could control and assume).
Imprisonment had been unlikely, unforseen, but not unthinkable. And now that a better ninja had seized him without as much as Sasuke's notice or memory of it - genjutsu was out of question, not for an Unchiha of the Mangekyou Sharingan - now that they were so at ease with their own control of him that they'd not even bothered to remove his weapons, or to cast any wards Sasuke could scout... now, he would do his waiting.
He wasted no effort on too much movement, seated instead on the ground, leaning back on the wall opposite to the door, with a perfect view of it. Torture, interrogation, humiliation, Naruto's sick little rants on friendship: whichever of these four Konoha's men meant to impose on him, they would have to send envoy, or executioner, or both.
And Sasuke didn't plan to play the whimpering, repentant captive for them. He licked his dry lips. Not one bit.
Setting: entrance room.
Time: late night of the 16th day.
Summary: in which Uchiha Sasuke has to actually sit down and think [introduction]
Warnings: none, currently.
Fittingly, thirst broke him. Not ailing, not anger, not disquiet, not intruders, not the thought of his apparent capture: these had come, they would go. But he had waged war on Konoha fed only by conviction, with no love lost for the prospects of a messy death. He needed water. (And he would allow thirst as nothing that Leaf had given him, something that this body, his clan's weapon could control and assume).
Imprisonment had been unlikely, unforseen, but not unthinkable. And now that a better ninja had seized him without as much as Sasuke's notice or memory of it - genjutsu was out of question, not for an Unchiha of the Mangekyou Sharingan - now that they were so at ease with their own control of him that they'd not even bothered to remove his weapons, or to cast any wards Sasuke could scout... now, he would do his waiting.
He wasted no effort on too much movement, seated instead on the ground, leaning back on the wall opposite to the door, with a perfect view of it. Torture, interrogation, humiliation, Naruto's sick little rants on friendship: whichever of these four Konoha's men meant to impose on him, they would have to send envoy, or executioner, or both.
And Sasuke didn't plan to play the whimpering, repentant captive for them. He licked his dry lips. Not one bit.