Rivulets of blood ran down from his eyes covering the young man's face in his own blood. An unyielding manic sort of laughter reverberated throughout the long hallway, ending only at the large soundproof metal doors that tried to conceal the hallway's existence from the rest of the world.
They liked to have fun here.
A visibly shaken young chunin pushed a tray-laden cart down the hall, pausing momentarily to slip the trays of plenty through the small metal hatches that stood between his meager self and some of the most dangerous criminals in the world. Eventually the young shinobi found his way to the cell of one 'Uchiha, S.' And was faced with a rather disturbing sight.
Said 'Uchiha, S.' more commonly known as Sasuke Uchiha, seemed to be bleeding from his eye sockets, the blood then travelling down his face and into his mouth which was wide open from the maniacal laughter, now mixed with a slight choking sound and the strange imagery helped convince the young chun in to stop his dawdling and continue feeding the the prisoners.
Sasuke liked his party tricks.
Scaring the new guards was just about the only thing Sasuke, or anyone else could really do for fun in their dank and dark cells. The maximum-security wing of Konoha's prison was remarkably similar to the other sections barring the fact that the entire thing was basically a giant gas chamber. Admittedly it was a pretty economical solution to ensuring 'Maximum-security' for the more dangerous inmates, And Sasuke had little doubt that at least a medium-sized army of Jonin would be required to restrain the prisoners if they managed to break their chakra seals.
Most of the prisoners surrounding him were either carrying out a life sentence or on death row with only a few exceptions. The man in the cell across him was a rapist of some renown would be out in about fifteen years or so, owing to the non-lethal nature of his crimes, though one could argue that he wouldn't have been imprisoned in the first place had he killed his victims.
Sasuke himself had only managed to escape several murder convictions thanks to the lack of hard evidence against him, and a really good lawyer. There was of course the matter of his desertion which was kind of difficult to defend, but Sasuke was a bit beyond caring about that right now given that he was only a couple of days away from finishing his comparatively short prison sentence.
His old teammates dropped by sometimes, and though he didn't exactly keep track of when they visited he was fairly sure that the frequency or lack of it thereof indicated a fading interest in him.
Not that he minded of course, though Sasuke sometimes struggled not to burst out in laughter as he watch a serial rapist with a rather violent passion for powerful kunoichi pleasure himself at the sight of a female visitor as Sasuke's pink-headed former teammate conversed with him.
"Sasuke"
He turned up from his tray of ambiguously edible slop to look at the voice coming from between the bars of his cell. It was just the group of people he was thinking of.
"Hn" Sasuke replied in his usual fashion. Most people thought that he didn't use words because he thought himself above talking to peasants or something, he was just lazy and didn't see the point in opening his mouth when all people were looking for was an acknowledgment that he had heard them.
"So I heard you were getting out in a couple days..." The pink one began before an orange blur comically forced her head to the side in order to receive Sasuke's full attention.
"Of course he's getting out, right Sasuke? and as soon as does he's going to rejoin Team Seven, isn't that right Sasuke?" The orange blur, now identified as one Naruto Uzumaki near-shouted in the incredibly cheery way that he seemed to have mastered, though the hint of a threat was not missed by the imprisoned Uchiha.
It was at this point along that Sakura decided to revenge Naruto's slight upon her using her chakra-infused fists of fury. Somehow they got away with this in a maximum security facility, Sasuke just chalked it up to their status as heroes, and their relation to the Hokage's office.
"Well it would make them happy if you came back to us as a shinobi, though I'm not sure how many else would welcome ." Kakashi was one of the few voices Sasuke had to listen to that was blunt about the reality of things. He was sure Naruto and Sakura had good intentions, but he somehow doubted the outside world was as rosy as they made it out to be. His old sensei only served to confirm his thoughts.
"Ah" In truth it never occurred to Sasuke that he could be anything but a shinobi. He might not have been one officially for nearly a decade, but nobody ever doubted that he was one.
"Well I'm sure the warden wouldn't want those two destroying his prison" The copy-nin gestured at a flying Naruto impacting a wall."And I'm sure you already know there's a re-enlistment process-" Kakashi was interrupted by an orange blur whizzing between Kakashi and Sasuke's cell towards the exit, followed closely by a screaming - no, shouting red-pink blur.
"Bye Sasuke-teme!" Naruto's voice echoed from down the long hallway.
"Well, see you in a few days Sasuke." Kakashi sighed as he walked off after his former students, leaving Sasuke alone with his slop and cot.
Sasuke waited until he heard the heavy metal doors close behind the trio of Konoha ninja before climbing into said cot and now cold ambiguous slop. Sasuke ate his food(?) and soon after fell asleep to dreams of a group of twelve-year olds and a masked man meeting on a bridge.
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This is my first Naruto fanfic so any advice would be appreciated, that said, these are not characters 'Fresh from the manga'. I'll try to keep developments well-reasoned but characters and their intentions/thoughts tend to be open to interpretation, so if you come away saying "WTF br0 y u do dat 2 da narewdoh" then now you have an explanation.
Have a nice day.