FANFICTION → i used to.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke
Summary: It's a long way from home.
Breathing in the thick air, Sasuke made his way to his targeted destination. To a lone phone booth that stood still in the middle of two buildings (a bakery and a flower shop). Groggily moving his legs to it, Sasuke leaned on it for support. With his head down, sweat glistening (despite the cold weather) from his forehead as he had been running for so long. (Running away from the news he refused to believe). There was no way in hell that this could happen.
(he had been running for so long-
the news he could not bear it).
Placing his right arm on the roof of the plain booth (to keep him standing), the other laid stiff to his side (it was unsure of whether to dial that person’s number). Sasuke tensed those body parts for a while, (fist open to say he’d call, fist closed to say he’d walk away); before deciding to relax every fibre of his being. Black eyes languidly stared at the numbers to help reach a final verdict.
(why can I remember it? why-
do I want to face the thing I probably can’t bear?)
Listening to his mind repeat the question over and over again, the young Uchiha felt his pride sink just a millimeter and that made him viciously grabs the headset; wedge it between his ear and his jacketed shoulder; while the other dialed the numbers he didn’t think he remembered. He was an Uchiha and Uchiha’s did not turn their backs from any challenge. But dialing the metal buttons made him briefly reminisce of the way he and the world used to be.
(never caring, never feeling the need to-
bear any more pain in his heart).
Suddenly, after that thought; he considered that maybe it would be best to have not go through with it. Even though he was said and thought to be emotionless or even devoid from anything akin to it, Uchiha Sasuke had a pain in his heart. That pain was possibly worse than death itself. Unhurriedly, he dragged the headset away from his ear until he heard the dial tone stop (brr... brr... br- “Yoboseyo?”). In that moment, he froze. The young man could not place the headset back to its original position, nor could he enunciate an appropriate response as their voice (“Yoboseyo?”)compelled him to stop.
(he made himself do this. He would not dare to turn back-
yes, Uchiha Sasuke would bear this).
Brain restoring back to its usual routine, it sent nerves to his mouth and his arms; Sasuke replied with steady words, “Yob”- ( “Aniyo! Aniyo! Don’t kiss me there, I’m on the phone. Let me just figure out who this person is and we’ll get back to-”). Then he heard no more.
(because he learned, that for just this once-
he would not bear it).
On a side note, Yoboseyo is Phone!Hello in Korean whilst Aniyo is no.
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke
Summary: It's a long way from home.
Breathing in the thick air, Sasuke made his way to his targeted destination. To a lone phone booth that stood still in the middle of two buildings (a bakery and a flower shop). Groggily moving his legs to it, Sasuke leaned on it for support. With his head down, sweat glistening (despite the cold weather) from his forehead as he had been running for so long. (Running away from the news he refused to believe). There was no way in hell that this could happen.
(he had been running for so long-
the news he could not bear it).
Placing his right arm on the roof of the plain booth (to keep him standing), the other laid stiff to his side (it was unsure of whether to dial that person’s number). Sasuke tensed those body parts for a while, (fist open to say he’d call, fist closed to say he’d walk away); before deciding to relax every fibre of his being. Black eyes languidly stared at the numbers to help reach a final verdict.
(why can I remember it? why-
do I want to face the thing I probably can’t bear?)
Listening to his mind repeat the question over and over again, the young Uchiha felt his pride sink just a millimeter and that made him viciously grabs the headset; wedge it between his ear and his jacketed shoulder; while the other dialed the numbers he didn’t think he remembered. He was an Uchiha and Uchiha’s did not turn their backs from any challenge. But dialing the metal buttons made him briefly reminisce of the way he and the world used to be.
(never caring, never feeling the need to-
bear any more pain in his heart).
Suddenly, after that thought; he considered that maybe it would be best to have not go through with it. Even though he was said and thought to be emotionless or even devoid from anything akin to it, Uchiha Sasuke had a pain in his heart. That pain was possibly worse than death itself. Unhurriedly, he dragged the headset away from his ear until he heard the dial tone stop (brr... brr... br- “Yoboseyo?”). In that moment, he froze. The young man could not place the headset back to its original position, nor could he enunciate an appropriate response as their voice (“Yoboseyo?”)compelled him to stop.
(he made himself do this. He would not dare to turn back-
yes, Uchiha Sasuke would bear this).
Brain restoring back to its usual routine, it sent nerves to his mouth and his arms; Sasuke replied with steady words, “Yob”- ( “Aniyo! Aniyo! Don’t kiss me there, I’m on the phone. Let me just figure out who this person is and we’ll get back to-”). Then he heard no more.
(because he learned, that for just this once-
he would not bear it).
On a side note, Yoboseyo is Phone!Hello in Korean whilst Aniyo is no.