Who: Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke
When: 5:20pm, Nov. 8
Where: Sasuke's apartment.
Summary: Sakura goes to Sasuke's apartment to meet with him.
Warnings: None right away, but will probably add some.
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Then this thing turned out so evil, I don't know why I'm still surprised )
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His months spent in Edelweiss had defined that for him, solidified it, beat him down with it. Things like missions and battles and structure didn't matter to him anymore. His identity as a ninja had been ripped out of him and hung somewhere on meat hooks, and what was left was a carcass laden down with abilities that had no purpose anymore.
That was fine. He didn't need a purpose. His mind wasn't focused anymore--it was fractured, and the edges scraped together horribly as he struggled to find direction. The only thing he knew was the anger he could feel frothing inside him incessantly, anger he didn't know how to handle. He couldn't handle it, so he channeled it. Spit it out upon every monster he encountered night after night, becoming something increasingly less human as time passed ( ... )
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"Door's open," he muttered, setting down the empty glass. His stomach felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe, and he fingers curled against the surface of the counter.
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It took her several minutes to debate on what to say, on how to act. In the end she forced a smile and just mutter lamely, "I brought some food, if you're hungry." and held the bag in her left hand up for him to see.
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She was smiling, and he wished she wouldn't. There really was no reason to smile. He never understood why people did that--plastered some expression on their face when it didn't match what was underneath.
"Just leave it on the counter," he added after a moment, just so she wouldn't linger near the door like that.
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As she cautiously walks over to the counter she can't help but be nosy and view the room and the way he lived. The room seemed so-- bare. That worries her and her eyebrows pull together for a few second before she puts the small, yet fake, smile back on her face and turns.
"Right, I'll leave it for later then." She leans on the counter now, perhaps a habit of learning not to turn her back on others. Not to trust too easily. "How have you been doing, since you got here?" Small talk? Really? She could mentally smack herself but she doesn't know how to act around him, how to be. So she acts and pretends.
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