Surprise! Four months later and i'm back! There may be slow updates but I hope to be able to update regularly.
This is an idea thats been shuffling around in my head the past week or so.
Warrior
prologue
It wasn't raining. There wasn't a cloud in the sky except for the little black raincloud above his head. It wouldn't lift no matter how he tried. He tried repeatidly to rid himself of it. It edured through all obstacles. He learned to live with it, to embrace it. Eventually, he himself became the raincloud. Or maybe he was from the beginning.
All Sasuke knew was that he was done getting those looks from the people around him. He was tired of the pity in their eyes, tired of the fact that they believed they knew the whole story. They didn't. They didn't know the half of it.
He was going to find out.
He was going to leave.
It was far easier than one would imagine-especially the people in his town. There was something wrong, some gravitational pull that inabled the people of his town from ever leaving. All he had to do was sign his name on the dotted line. A swirvy "S" followed by a curvy "U", the letters "c-h-i-h-a" following sloppily after. It wasn't the neatest signature, and it wasn't all that creative, but it got the job done.
He had barily gotten the cap back on the pen when the man beside him scooped up the papers and said farewell. It wasn't at all what Sasuke had been expecting.
"I'll pick you up at three tomorrow, Sasuke."
That was the last time he heard his first name.
The man was true to his word, arriving at precisely three and leaving with Sasuke in tow without delay. It was a long drive-nearly four hours-but it felt like only moments. He couldn't tell if that was a good thing or bad thing.
No one came with him to say good-bye. No one wished him luck. No one came to see him one last time. He adjusted the bag on his back and walked in with courage he didn't feel he had. He had a roomate that night, some guy he could barely manage a conversation with. He was never the conversationalist, anyways. He preffered to be alone.
That would change.
The next day they woke him up at four in the morning. They carted him into a bus behind dozens of other young adults, all just as lost and confused as him. They placed him on a plane and flew him thousands of miles away.
He was out of that town.
He had managed to escape its clutches.
As soon as he landed they carted him away on another bus. The next forty-eight hours of his life were hell. People yelled at him in a way he had never been yelled at before.
In the next months, Sasuke learned a lot of things.
He learned to always walk on the right side, right next to the wall. He learned to hold his head high and observe everything, but act like he saw nothing. He learned how to survive on little to no sleep. He learned to live without a penny to his name. He learned the importance of every miniscule detail. He learned to handle a gun, to fight his own battles. He learned respect. He learned discipline.
Sasuke learned a lot of things, but there was one thing he forgot.
He forgot his first name.
You see, my dear friend. Sasuke Uchiha joined the military.
And he had no idea how that would completely change his life.