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eswareinmal2012-07-22 10:41 pm
bondsoflove) wrote in eswareinmal2012-07-22 10:41 pm
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RD12
Characters: Sasuke and whoever else!
Open? Very.
Where: Somewhere really conspicuous in the middle of Schwanheim.
When: RD12, morning.
What: After getting a bit of sleep and realizing that throwing hissy fits isn't going to get him anywhere, Sasuke is more emotionally regulated and determined to gather as much information as possible on the thorns, the king, getting back home, and anything else anyone will tell him.
Warnings: Sasuke's filthy mouth and jackassness?
His entry into the kingdom had been explosive, and frankly he felt it was justified--extenuating circumstances and totally unfamiliar territory aside, he had enough people after his hide to put him on the perpetual defensive, and that wasn't factoring in his physical state. He'd been on his feet for three days following his brother's trail, and finally the exhaustion had caught up to him. He'd passed out in the room he'd first found himself in, because he knew it better than risking anywhere else, and in the morning things felt...
Better.
Not okay, but better.
Almost on a whim, he'd decided to put the armor on. It took him a few tries to get the pieces fitting together right--back in Konoha, only samurai wore armor and it didn't look anything like this--but once he'd gotten it all settled, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was light and comfortable. It rang when he moved, announcing his presence like a bell. Something else he had to get used to, but he liked the way the light glinted off the pale metal.
And he apparently had a horse, too. He'd been bowed at and ushered to the stables and introduced to her, a gorgeous mare with a coat like brushed copper, and she'd leaned in and nuzzled his neck after one whiff of his fingers.
He named her Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun.
They took to each other like fish and water, and by the time the stablehand had finished showing him how to saddle her up and mount, his spirits were higher than they'd been in a long time.
It took barely a nudge to get her to move at a comfortable trot out of the stable, and another to turn her towards the sound of voices. The more people, the more potential sources for information.
Bonding with the horse and well-fitted armor aside, he still had a mission to finish.
Open? Very.
Where: Somewhere really conspicuous in the middle of Schwanheim.
When: RD12, morning.
What: After getting a bit of sleep and realizing that throwing hissy fits isn't going to get him anywhere, Sasuke is more emotionally regulated and determined to gather as much information as possible on the thorns, the king, getting back home, and anything else anyone will tell him.
Warnings: Sasuke's filthy mouth and jackassness?
His entry into the kingdom had been explosive, and frankly he felt it was justified--extenuating circumstances and totally unfamiliar territory aside, he had enough people after his hide to put him on the perpetual defensive, and that wasn't factoring in his physical state. He'd been on his feet for three days following his brother's trail, and finally the exhaustion had caught up to him. He'd passed out in the room he'd first found himself in, because he knew it better than risking anywhere else, and in the morning things felt...
Better.
Not okay, but better.
Almost on a whim, he'd decided to put the armor on. It took him a few tries to get the pieces fitting together right--back in Konoha, only samurai wore armor and it didn't look anything like this--but once he'd gotten it all settled, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was light and comfortable. It rang when he moved, announcing his presence like a bell. Something else he had to get used to, but he liked the way the light glinted off the pale metal.
And he apparently had a horse, too. He'd been bowed at and ushered to the stables and introduced to her, a gorgeous mare with a coat like brushed copper, and she'd leaned in and nuzzled his neck after one whiff of his fingers.
He named her Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun.
They took to each other like fish and water, and by the time the stablehand had finished showing him how to saddle her up and mount, his spirits were higher than they'd been in a long time.
It took barely a nudge to get her to move at a comfortable trot out of the stable, and another to turn her towards the sound of voices. The more people, the more potential sources for information.
Bonding with the horse and well-fitted armor aside, he still had a mission to finish.
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Sasuke shut his eyes, thought of his parents' limp and bloody corpses piled on the floor.
"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there," he said, and reopened his eyes to look at nothing, somewhere in the distance. A river. Sparkling in the sunlight.
"They can take your family, your home, your childhood--they can steal your power for their own selfish gains and tell themselves and you all the while that you're something wild and dangerous that needs to be locked up and used as a tool."
His stomach churned and he grinned with dark pleasure.
"But they can't take your pride unless you let them, and they'll be the ones cowering once you take your revenge. There is always another way, and if you haven't found it you're not looking hard enough."
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His face twisted with distaste. "You gave up your pride when you decided to sit by and wallow."
Ironicly, as this probally shows, he does have a lot of pride. It's just very wounded. :)
To the eye that could see more than the physical, it looked as if Shin were growing outside of himself as his anger grew. It was hard to stay in his body, humiliating, but necessary, and the angrier he got, the more he started to swell out of it to the point where it might even feel like his aura was pushing against Sasuke.
They tend to sniff each other out, don't they. |D Like wounded animals smelling blood on each other.
"Obviously, you're making a choice to let your body trap you," he added. "Which means you're choosing to give up. I hate self-pitying fools."
So it seems!
There were very few people that Shin would actually listen to when it came to things like this. When Gijs or his aunt told him that he was too absorbed in what he couldn't do instead of what he could, he listened. When some random stranger pointed it out, it only made him angry, even more so when he was already upset at his situation.
There was such a strong temptation to just grab hold of Sasake and drag him into the Dreaming; to show him where he was strong and prove that he wasn't a weakling to easily dismissed...
...but he knew it wouldn't do any good. And Aralu would chew him out for it on top of that. Damnit.
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His stomach churned and his eyes stung with the application of the sharingan. "All things you can do from a chair. Unless you mean to tell me you can't read or speak, either. Your body doesn't work. Find someone else to be it for you."
He didn't know why it irritated him so much--to see Shin slumped over, giving up, giving in to his demons.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he saw himself in it--
And that scared the shit out of him.
He shoved it down and continued to stare.
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If he had Gijs with him... He hadn't realized how much he had relied on his friend until he was gone. And that was a reliance that didn't smolder or sting. That was his friend. They helped each other out...
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And he heard Naruto in his own phrases, and himself in Shin's counter, and it made him sick.
He turned the horse away and nudged her sides, but not before shooting back a reply over his shoulder.
"If you want to keep obsessing over the thread where you should be looking at the web, be my fucking guest. But don't act like you're the only person who's ever suffered and don't use that as an excuse to stay weak and pathetic."
The dirt Amaterasu kicked up as she took off put out a patch of grass that had begun to smoke.