うちは サスケ | sasuke uchiha (
bondsoflove) wrote in
eswareinmal2012-08-27 12:13 am
Entry tags:
Every step you take.
Characters: Sasuke, Bakura
Open? Nah.
Where: HH.
When: RD17, morning.
What: Sasuke's developing a...fixation.
Warnings: Bad language, harmless stalking.
He'd woken with a start sometime in the predawn with tears on his face and no memory of his dream aside from the overwhelming presence of brother.
Sickened by his own weakness--he'd promised himself he wouldn't fall asleep; he'd promised--and childish emotion, he'd pushed himself off the bed and made to leave. He wasn't sure where he'd go--the forest, maybe, to set fire to a pile of leaves and see if he could get it to burn brighter than a fucking candle. But he stopped abruptly, nearly tripping over a plate.
Onigiri.
He carried them back into his room and ate them on the bed. The first bite made him realize how hungry he'd been; the rest were quickly finished off. They weren't filled with tomato and skipjack.
Why had he...
Afterwards, Sasuke waited until he heard movement in the other areas of the mansion before slipping out of his room again, this time with an empty plate. And here he stood, just outside the kitchen with plate in hand, rooted to the spot as he watched Bakura moving about.
Damn it.
Open? Nah.
Where: HH.
When: RD17, morning.
What: Sasuke's developing a...fixation.
Warnings: Bad language, harmless stalking.
He'd woken with a start sometime in the predawn with tears on his face and no memory of his dream aside from the overwhelming presence of brother.
Sickened by his own weakness--he'd promised himself he wouldn't fall asleep; he'd promised--and childish emotion, he'd pushed himself off the bed and made to leave. He wasn't sure where he'd go--the forest, maybe, to set fire to a pile of leaves and see if he could get it to burn brighter than a fucking candle. But he stopped abruptly, nearly tripping over a plate.
Onigiri.
He carried them back into his room and ate them on the bed. The first bite made him realize how hungry he'd been; the rest were quickly finished off. They weren't filled with tomato and skipjack.
Why had he...
Afterwards, Sasuke waited until he heard movement in the other areas of the mansion before slipping out of his room again, this time with an empty plate. And here he stood, just outside the kitchen with plate in hand, rooted to the spot as he watched Bakura moving about.
Damn it.

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No. He didn't. Why should he? Why Sasuke was bothering trying to make him understand, he didn't know. There wasn't anything else to do.
"I'm exhausted," he continued, looking sidelong at Bakura. "If I don't go out fighting, I'll take to drink, or opiates, or just cloister myself in a mountain somewhere and die of starvation. There is nothing left that I love. I don't want to die a pathetic old man."