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Succubus
Four years ago
Sasuke walked through the rain with Team Taka, allowing the pitter patter of water to drown out the moaning's occurring behind him. Suigetsu jumped about opening his mouth to let in the rain, enjoying the grey weather.
"I fail to understand you desire to be wet all the time. Are you like Karin? She always boasts about being wet in Sasuke's presence." Juugo spoke while smiling softly, keeping cover from the rain under a tiny red parasol.
Suigetsu cringed. He continued walking after a moment had passed, silently cursing Juugo for being incredibly, unknowingly, disgusting. All the while he nervously glanced back at the ginger reassuring himself that Juugo's calm demeanour was still intact.
Karin was completely oblivious to whatever was going on around her. She was too mulling over her latest ploy on how she was to seduce Sasuke. She was planning what sort of kimono to wear on January 8th, when the Seijin No Hi festival was to be held this year. It is a coming of age for all twenty year old women who would visit a Shinto shrine to pray for health and prosperity.
But of course Karin wasn't going to do that, she wasn't twenty either, but that didn't bother her. She envisioned herself a stunner in crimson and gold, silk plastered to her, admittedly, voluptuous curves. The common dream of anyone hopelessly smitten with an Uchiha.
"These days Sasuke has been so deep in thought… one day his aura will be warm and open for me instead of her…" Karin sneered to herself.
"What?" Sasuke snorted. He was annoyed and these days more often than not. He wanted for once not to be coaxed into motivating the aimless Suigetsu, or have to calm Juugo down every minute of the day, or have to constantly pry Karin off of his arm. But they had helped him kill Itachi. So Sasuke offered much gratitude to his team. And now they needed new purpose. A new destination perhaps.
Konoha was waiting for them all with a parade perhaps. The hero's welcome. However Sasuke's revenge would never truly be fulfilled unless he were to go against his brother's last words and take on Madara's offer.
Present
Sasuke pulled a face as he contemplated the what if's in his life. What if he had chosen to go back to Konoha as a hero? He wouldn't be alone, would he? He wouldn't wish for his death every night. He would be with his family (even if he didn't consider them family once upon a time). And maybe he could have been with her. Perhaps seen where following ones heart would lead to. Now, regardless of the fact the world was filled with people, constantly changing and laughing, he was now truly, and utterly… alone.
Sasuke scrambled up a nearby tree and looked over the glowing village before him. He could hear the sound of children playing. He could smell the strong and lingering sake on his palate. He could almost taste the sticky, unbearably sweet dango and various other kinds of wagashi. It was New Year's Day. Sasuke sighed. In eleven days, she would be celebrating the Seijin No Hi festival. Her birthday was the March 28th. She had turned twenty a year ago.
A/N: This is a re-write. To those following the story, I am incredibly sorry for the slow updates. I am presently re-writing all chapters (because re-reading this story is rather painful for me...) and this will help me greatly when it comes to writing chapter 10. Please be patient I do intend to finish this story. Again, I am very sorry.