Saru: This is my first Sasuke- based fanfiction. It's not funny like my others. This is the first one-shot in the Last series. I plan on making this a one-shot, but will write more chapters if you want me to. Oh yeah, there is a not-so-spoiler spoiler in this fic. Read at your own boredom. Fell free to ask questions in REVIEWS. Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllyyyyyyyy short!
Saru: Without furthe ado, let's start the-
Storm: SARU!! YOU FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER!!
Saru: Crap. My bad.
Disclaimer: Saru does not own Naruto. Saru will never own Naruto. Get over it.
Saru: Oh yeah, asterisksks? Uh...yeah anyway...ON TO THE FIC!!
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Get up. Take shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Train. The same old routine in Otogakure no Sato. As Sasuke sat across from his sensei, Orochimaru,he realized, over a bowl of squishy cereal, just how tedious this routine. A spoon clinked against the unpolished table. Sasuke looked up from bowl to
see Orochimaru standing while leaning onto the table. He stared at Sasuke with his "I'm gone go molest me some little boys" look. Sasuke glared at him. "Sasuke, I'm going…out. Train until I get back." With that he took his leave. Sasuke grunted and glared at Orochimaru's back. He got up and went to the training grounds.
Life in Oto was great and everything, but- Fuck this. Life in Oto was shit. He wasn't even really learning anything from Orochimaru. All that sick bastard ever did was find innocent little boys to rape. A Now that he was alone with his thoughts, Sasuke was having an easier time concentrating on them. Otosmall layer of sweat
began to form on his body. He stopped to stare at the training post he was currently decimating. He would have been better of in Konoha. He started his brutal attack again. He could always, kick-kick-punch, go back there. It's not like, kick- punch-smash, they would turn him away. After all, he was, slash- cut- Chidori,
the last Uchiha. All of a sudden, Sasuke stopped. He stared at what was left of the post. Reality had finally set in. Itachi was dead. The wind blew ruffling the leaves in the trees. He was, in every sense of the word, the last Uchiha.