[Fic] Naruto: Self-Awareness (for the crazed)
Still tentatively hopping fandoms but... god. Sasuke. I never noticed just how deep he managed to sink his claws into my brain all those years ago when I first poked at Naruto. One week I'm still trying to fic for SlamDunk. Then comes the next and I'm all, "Um. Hey there Sasuke. Here, eat my brain." From indecisive to All Naruto. All the time. D:
Hi Naruto fandom. Try not to chew me too thoroughly, please.
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Title: Self-awareness (for the crazed)
Series/Characters: [Naruto] Uchiha Sasuke
Disclaimer: Naruto is copyright to Kishimoto. May he bring back Sasuke again and soon.
Word Count: 678
Notes: This thing is gen (again...) and has no point. Honest. Unless you want to see it as my (first and failed) attempt to psychoanalyze Sasuke, to put a new spin on his issues, or something like that. Still think my humor is drier than the Gobi, but right. Whatever. Happy Birthday you stupid, stupid boy. You make my brain hurt and I think I might even write an essay about why exactly I love you so much one day.
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Self-Awareness (for the crazed)
by kasugai gummie
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Despite what may have constituted as popular belief prior to his eventual defection to Sound, Sasuke had not deluded himself into thinking that his life-long goal was anything but neurotic. He was very well aware that his hell-bent obsession to disembowel his brother with a flaming tree bordered just the slightest bit on this side of unhealthy. It may have taken twenty months of intense post-traumatic shock therapy (of which included three shrinks, two separate instances of flagrant Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu misuse, and one charbroiled recliner), but by the time he resumed his Academy training, Sasuke was finally able to deal with the self-admission of having a manic case of tunnel vision. Itachi was, after all, nothing if not thorough when it came to leaving lasting impressions.
Lasting, long-term, glaringly obvious impressions.
Logically speaking, that he tended to hallucinate his brother in various reflective surfaces was more than a sufficient testimony to any rational being that he was somewhat unbalanced. And even in his own personal case, it was surprisingly easy to notice how the other children weren't as predisposed to put a fist through every mirror that came their way.
Sasuke was only ten when he realized the ramifications of what he had to do, and, in doing so, erased any chance he had of being considered psychologically normal, ever again. (And this was even taking into account Hidden Leaf's own haphazard definition of the social-norm.) He knew, damnit, and as a result, had absolutely no need for a bunch of old, paranoid fruits to tell him (with the utmost pomposity at their collective disposal) that he was fucked in the head. He didn’t need to hear a watered-down version of something that was burned into the back of his retinas, courtesy of his brother’s infernal genjutsu, and he most certainly did not need reminders to “take care,” with “best regards” and all that other diplomatic bullshit. He was emotionally stunted-not retarded-and with his future already forecast with such mind-numbing clarity, the last thing he needed was for the goddamned Council to beat the proverbial dead horse into the ground.
(Needless to say, Sasuke didn’t develop much respect for the democratic authorities of Konoha in all his years under their jurisdiction.)
As it was, Sasuke understood very well that his continued bid for vengeance wasn’t doing wonders for his unwanted assimilation back into the happy shinobi community. In fact, by the time Orochimaru attempted the spectacular farce of steamrolling into Konoha, Sasuke was fully capable of recognizing when his psychosis reached new all-time highs.
Seeing Itachi in his reflection was one thing, after all. Or at least, compared to seeing him on neat, green rows of cabbage heads at the local grocery market it was.
It never occurred to him that his failure to reign-in the knee-jerk reaction of completely flipping out on the fresh produce aisle might’ve been part of the reason why the Fire Council worried so, but no matter; five years of passive harassment from those with his “best interests in mind” and the obvious graduation of his obsession from a mere “fanatical” to levels of “baby-eating weird” took their toll.
Orochimaru was just a convenient outlet. Really.
Sasuke was never one to kid himself for too long (unless the fantasy involved his brother and a flaming tree). He goes to Sound because he knows there’s power to be had... power that was being offered by crazy people suffering from tunnel vision even narrower than his own. So, despite what may constitute as popular belief following his single most defiant act against the hidden village where he was born (and rather shoddily raised), Sasuke does not delude himself into thinking that his new mentor is anything but selfish and an egomaniac. He is aware of what Orochimaru wants with him-with his body, his eyes-and thinks it’s as creepy as hell.
After entering a contract with Orochimaru’s favored animal entity, however, the newly-minted option of mowing over Itachi with the largest, nastiest snake he could summon makes everything more bearable.
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Fin
Completed: July 23, 2006
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In other news... I refuse to touch photoshop until my tablet arrives. No matter how much I want to lineart that NaruSasu thingum. ::clutches amazon.com screen:: ARRIVE DAMMIT DDD8
Hi Naruto fandom. Try not to chew me too thoroughly, please.
___________________________________________________________
Title: Self-awareness (for the crazed)
Series/Characters: [Naruto] Uchiha Sasuke
Disclaimer: Naruto is copyright to Kishimoto. May he bring back Sasuke again and soon.
Word Count: 678
Notes: This thing is gen (again...) and has no point. Honest. Unless you want to see it as my (first and failed) attempt to psychoanalyze Sasuke, to put a new spin on his issues, or something like that. Still think my humor is drier than the Gobi, but right. Whatever. Happy Birthday you stupid, stupid boy. You make my brain hurt and I think I might even write an essay about why exactly I love you so much one day.
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Self-Awareness (for the crazed)
by kasugai gummie
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Despite what may have constituted as popular belief prior to his eventual defection to Sound, Sasuke had not deluded himself into thinking that his life-long goal was anything but neurotic. He was very well aware that his hell-bent obsession to disembowel his brother with a flaming tree bordered just the slightest bit on this side of unhealthy. It may have taken twenty months of intense post-traumatic shock therapy (of which included three shrinks, two separate instances of flagrant Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu misuse, and one charbroiled recliner), but by the time he resumed his Academy training, Sasuke was finally able to deal with the self-admission of having a manic case of tunnel vision. Itachi was, after all, nothing if not thorough when it came to leaving lasting impressions.
Lasting, long-term, glaringly obvious impressions.
Logically speaking, that he tended to hallucinate his brother in various reflective surfaces was more than a sufficient testimony to any rational being that he was somewhat unbalanced. And even in his own personal case, it was surprisingly easy to notice how the other children weren't as predisposed to put a fist through every mirror that came their way.
Sasuke was only ten when he realized the ramifications of what he had to do, and, in doing so, erased any chance he had of being considered psychologically normal, ever again. (And this was even taking into account Hidden Leaf's own haphazard definition of the social-norm.) He knew, damnit, and as a result, had absolutely no need for a bunch of old, paranoid fruits to tell him (with the utmost pomposity at their collective disposal) that he was fucked in the head. He didn’t need to hear a watered-down version of something that was burned into the back of his retinas, courtesy of his brother’s infernal genjutsu, and he most certainly did not need reminders to “take care,” with “best regards” and all that other diplomatic bullshit. He was emotionally stunted-not retarded-and with his future already forecast with such mind-numbing clarity, the last thing he needed was for the goddamned Council to beat the proverbial dead horse into the ground.
(Needless to say, Sasuke didn’t develop much respect for the democratic authorities of Konoha in all his years under their jurisdiction.)
As it was, Sasuke understood very well that his continued bid for vengeance wasn’t doing wonders for his unwanted assimilation back into the happy shinobi community. In fact, by the time Orochimaru attempted the spectacular farce of steamrolling into Konoha, Sasuke was fully capable of recognizing when his psychosis reached new all-time highs.
Seeing Itachi in his reflection was one thing, after all. Or at least, compared to seeing him on neat, green rows of cabbage heads at the local grocery market it was.
It never occurred to him that his failure to reign-in the knee-jerk reaction of completely flipping out on the fresh produce aisle might’ve been part of the reason why the Fire Council worried so, but no matter; five years of passive harassment from those with his “best interests in mind” and the obvious graduation of his obsession from a mere “fanatical” to levels of “baby-eating weird” took their toll.
Orochimaru was just a convenient outlet. Really.
Sasuke was never one to kid himself for too long (unless the fantasy involved his brother and a flaming tree). He goes to Sound because he knows there’s power to be had... power that was being offered by crazy people suffering from tunnel vision even narrower than his own. So, despite what may constitute as popular belief following his single most defiant act against the hidden village where he was born (and rather shoddily raised), Sasuke does not delude himself into thinking that his new mentor is anything but selfish and an egomaniac. He is aware of what Orochimaru wants with him-with his body, his eyes-and thinks it’s as creepy as hell.
After entering a contract with Orochimaru’s favored animal entity, however, the newly-minted option of mowing over Itachi with the largest, nastiest snake he could summon makes everything more bearable.
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Fin
Completed: July 23, 2006
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In other news... I refuse to touch photoshop until my tablet arrives. No matter how much I want to lineart that NaruSasu thingum. ::clutches amazon.com screen:: ARRIVE DAMMIT DDD8