My ninth FEM Sasuke fan fiction. I just had to write another one.
The soul transfer was unpleasant for the both of them. His heart was no longer thundering as hers was in her chest and it never would again. The boy was dead and the girl he left behind breathed harshly as the white hot pain still burned throughout her limbs and the sensation of being filled with a spiritual essence made her body sing continuously a joyous, unified chorus. Sasuke's soul has successfully relocated inside her and as it wailed in utter grief for the loss of his body it also roared out in sheer joy at its new home.
Being a clone she was soulless and had been left nameless because it was deemed that she could only live a tiny fraction of a complete human's average life. Those who created her treated her as an expendable object. From the start he believed she was human although she was only a separated particle produced into his likeness. He wasn't able to shake off the pull that drew them both together. When apart they felt deprived, but they couldn't be together in the snake's lair and so had run away, not taking into account other dangers except for enemy pursuit.
Good fortune allowed them to elude captivity however the stress of suppressing the cursed seal was severe. After three years Sasuke's body finally had to yield to it. They had prepared themselves for the inevitable separation but never expected that he would be the one to die first. During what he was certain were his final moments he gained a resolve to make a gamble as he recalled what Kabuto had told him once about how a soul could only attach itself to a body that was compatible to it. Rejection, in the case of genetically reproduced beings, would result in the destruction of both body and soul. There had never been a successful soul transfer to an artificial body, but…
She's you, Kabuto had said. She's everything you are.
His mind came alive as his body grew weaker. He'd always felt his soul soaring when he was near her and for that he just knew this body that was embracing his so tightly right now would never reject it. In fact it was probably what she yearned for the most in the world. She would always attach herself to him physically as if by being close she would be filled. Her empty body starved of a human's essence, and she fed on the spiritual secretion that bled out of his pores.
The possibility of his plans backfiring was large, but the weight of leaving her alone when she could die any time or possibly dragged back to Otogakure versus dying together accidentally, the latter was a better option.
He passed away immediately after performing a technique he had no idea how to use. He could only back it up with what was probably a very flawed theory, his ever stubborn will, and prayers to gods he never even believed in but desperately needed this moment.
It was a dangerous gamble but he won, and he would be a constant presence within her however long she'd live.
Chapter 1
With wide eyes he stared at the face inside the large glass capsule. The only light in the massive chamber was coming from high above and he could clearly see the girl inside the rectangular container was not conscious and knew she was alive only by the white cloud that appeared and disappeared on the surface of the glass above her mouth. It was the only sign that she was breathing.
The humming noise in his head that led him there decreased from an urgent rhythm to a slow tempo before fading away completely. Now, it was his heart that throbbed erratically loud in his ears, and a little later he realized that there was also an actual hum of air-conditioners coming from somewhere in the blackness, from more than one area. The air was very cool and he shivered in his thin clothes.
The eight large bulbs that brought the light were arranged in a circular pattern in the ceiling and allowed a radius of about five meters to be visible. A white tiled floor, various machineries that weren't familiar studded with tiny blinking lights and buttons, some with screens, others with levers. Everything was arranged neatly, the cabinets, tables, and whatever was on or in them. Sasuke couldn't see how large the chamber was, but from the way his footsteps echoed he could tell it was expansive.
He splayed his fingers on the capsule's surface because of a sudden urge to touch the person inside, it was like ice and he pulled his hand back. It made him briefly wonder how the girl could have slept through the temperature in complete nakedness before his forehead creased deeply in sceptic puzzlement as he continued staring at the oblivious girl. Long, dark hair was swept back from the pale face that held finely arched eyebrows and a straight nose. The girl looked impossibly like him, everything but for the longer lashes and a fuller mouth.
Sasuke felt a great dread bubbling somewhere inside him, mixing with a slight horror and sorrow, even a flurry of excitement among all sorts of emotions he was too disconcerted to discern. He couldn't identify the reason he was so interested and affected by seeing a girl in a glass cage.
"Mesmerized, Sasuke-kun?" The familiar male voice drew him away temporarily but he only glanced back at the gray-haired figure long enough to see him step away from the shadows that swallowed everything except for that small area. Kabuto's expression was contrived, his amusement spilling disgustingly towards Sasuke who recalled a similar look just three days ago when he was advised by this same person to never mention the incident of accidentally discovering the door that led down this secret room to anyone.
"Is she…?" The boy couldn't finish his words, not knowing what he was even going to ask and afraid of knowing the truth yet wanting to hear it and obtain answers to the multitude of questions that wouldn't pass through his lips.
"She's not your sister if that's what you're thinking." Sasuke dread eased somewhat, knowing that at least Orochimaru wasn't keeping a long lost sister from him and has been treating her as a test subject since immediately after she was born. "She's you, Sasuke-kun. An exact… well, almost exact replica created from your cell sample."
The truth was no better. In fact it was perverse and it made him sick that he was being used as an experiment. Nonetheless it wasn't surprising. "A clone, I should say, and Orochimaru-sama thought it would be amusing to see you in a slightly altered form, and so, as you see…"
The older male smiled as the dark-eyed boy finally turned his full attention on him. The young Uchiha's mouth pressed into a tight line as he tried to process the new information.
"Anyway I knew you would come back to snoop around here. You looked so curious that day I knew you couldn't resist a peek." He pushed back his spectacles as he spoke and walked ten steps towards the right; visibly certain there would be no obstructions of any kind. A small desk lamp was brought to life revealing a long wooden table with three drawers of equal length. On the surface were all sorts of containers, jars, also a teapot surrounded by inverted teacups beside a small thermos. "As you can see I even prepared for your visit. What type of tea would you like? Oolong? No? Jasmine, then? Or would you prefer the rice tea I bought last week from…"
Sasuke said nothing, mind suddenly empty. Kabuto's voice was drowned out by a sudden voiceless cry that came from somewhere deep inside him. It was his soul, exclaiming its longing confusion. Somehow he understood. The girl had been a part him and now his soul yearned for an end to the separation. His heart throbbed once, then twice more.
"Sasuke-kun, you're not listening." Kabuto sighed as he approached the container, and then pushed the button on the upper left side that Sasuke did not notice before. The cover slid sideward while the cold air spilled and drifted outwards and he felt it circle around his feet.
The girl's eyelids started trembling with apparent difficulty to be lifted open. And when they did her eyes were the color of midnight black and her stare, although dazed, pierced through him as she extends a shaking hand towards him, trying to reach out with a desperation that was almost palpable to him.
Sasuke's body clenched with a strange feeling. He shivered, and it wasn't from the cold.
I really should be updating other fics instead of writing new ones.
I actually wrote this last year but I'd been too frustrated to finish the chapter.