Gently.
(you can look, sweetheart, but don't touch.)
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Author's Notes:Yes, I am insane.
(That is all I have to say, not to mention the spoilers that are massive.)
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"Why do you let your demons control you?"
"Why do you?"
He smiles and laughs and looks up while continuing to walk. "I don't, sweet boy. I don't. I don't have any demons, and therefore you are wrong. And possibly insane, but shall we leave that for another day? Kabuto will be waiting in Oto, and perhaps you can walk faster, hm?"
"Don't start."
His sharp teeth are laughing at him. "I'll kill you."
Sasuke's hands are bruised and calloused and blistered and hurt and white when there isn't something occupying a spot, and it hurts to touch things. A thousand-million birds are singing. "Don't start."
"And, as I said—I'll kill you."
"Are we going to Nami?"
He walks ahead, ignoring threats of "I'll kill you one day," and so the thousand-million birds die down as he steps, because two-and-a-half years ago has marred his head. "Walk faster."
"Walk faster," he replies in a dead tone. "Walk faster. Run harder. Deal with the pain quicker. Speak louder. You are—no. Are you going to boss me around like your oh-so-dear mentor did before you? You know what they say. The apple does not fall very far from the tree, I should think."
"It's not very nice to talk about someone as if they were dead."
He stiffens.
"Then who are you?"
The painted red wheels are spinning.
"… I see."
"You should."
He walks faster.
"Are we going to Nami?"
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End.
(And, yes, I-shall-smite-yous are welcome.)