The Sasuke Whisperer
"I'm glad Sasuke's back and all, but he's just getting out of control now," Naruto shook his head and sighed.
Sakura nodded as well.
Another day that Uchiha Sasuke attempted to escape back to Orochimaru's hands. He had finally known where he belonged even if that 'where' was going to use his body and try to take over Konoha.
The infamous Uchiha Sasuke was lying on the ground staring up at Kakashi's leg propped up on the table. He listened to that familiar flipping of Come Come Paradise.
"You know Sasuke," his old sensei drawled out, "I'm surprised at you. Haven't you learned by now that once you're captured you can never escape? So why don't you just cool your little head off and settle down."
Settle DOWN? In THIS Sasuke-fan invested village? Hell he might as well commit seppuku right now.
How'd Sasuke get to be lying on the floor you ask? As I once typed, he tried to escape during his training…until that bastard came, in Sasuke's eyes of course, Hyuuga Neji patrolling the grounds like a good little jounin.
Now he was forewarned to watch any sneakiness including a certain raven haired pole up his ass fellow and coming to the conclusion that this swift looking person looked like he was about to jump over Konoha's wall. This resulted in Neji happily doing his job of "catching" the runaway.
With a few little pokes here and there, Sasuke was certainly down for the count and unable to move his body much less defend himself. How could he lose after all those forbidden jutsu lessons from a snake sensei and with the Sharingan? He was too preoccupied wondering how he was going to get back into 'Orochimaru's blessings' again; and the thought of a girl free obsessed village; and that he had just snuck out of training with Naruto, using nearly three quarters of his charka because of Naruto somehow getting better or himself just getting out of the hospital three days ago.
He didn't know how it could've all gone wrong. Certain that anyone he knew wasn't going to detect him within the area of which he was supposed to make his escape. It was all Naruto's fault; he thought to himself, who else could it be? Fighting Naruto needs most if not all of your attention; a time consuming effort, and plus it is Naruto the dobe, he may be predictable most of the time but his surprises can be stunning. Stunning enough to lose track of his original plan…
'Damn that Naruto,' Sasuke glared at the leg some more.
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She grabbed hold of the report, "Thank you…" the Godaime looked up at the mask, "Sambaso, you'll be notified of your next mission next week. You may leave."
The mask was of Sambaso, the third oldest man in kabuki theatre. The mask did not have much of the swirling striking lines for an animal, but showing the carving of a human. The wrinkles set high on the forehead, painted with the slightest touches of orange, the eyes in a happy mirth with an almost laughing smile, as if the face comes to greet his customers. The Sambaso will always be the first to make you welcome.
Sambaso's mask slight bobbed and left the room. Four other Anbu members appeared waiting for their leader to tell them the news.
"We," pausing, "have a week off. Don't waste the opportunity."
"Oh we won't captain," three of them chuckled.
"Hn whatever," making a sign to poof off.
"We should of celebrated first," glumly speaking, "Ah well, I'm off too," the Dog masked waved disappearing as well.
i'm still doing introductions and everything. -sigh-