I know what some of you are thinking. You're thinking "Oh great, another SasukexOC fic." But that's not what this is. Yes, there is a very important OC in this, and the first chapter might make it look like I'm going to pair her with Sasuke. But really, if there are any pairings, it's SasukexSakura. I didn't even intend to put any pairings in this at all when I first started writing it, but things just turned out that way. So, if you really don't like the pairing, then you don't have to think of it that way. It's your choice.
I'm writing this mainly because I have no idea what I should do with the other fic I started, and thus have decided to take a break from it, even though I would still like to get it finished. And because I already have four chapters of this written. There will be five of them, by the way.
Anyways, I just need to take a second to say that I don't own Naruto. If I did, Sasuke would have come back to the Leaf after Itachi's death, most of the Akatsuki would still be alive, and Madara wouldn't look like an old fart.
They only stayed at the base for two weeks and a single day, and out of those fifteen days he spent in its dark underground halls, he saw her only four times. But that doesn't mean he still doesn't remember her.
Even though sometimes he wished that he didn't.
Encounter One
Day five
The sound of a flute filled the hallway, its energetic tune perfuming the still air with a lightness that had no place in a gruesome hellhole such as this.
This particular base was one of the many used for live human experimentation, and to Sasuke, the only noises that truly belonged were the screams that seemed to fill every corner of the hideout. Anything else seemed terribly out of place, especially this noise, which seemed to be something better suited for a party than the background music of a hell on earth.
So naturally, it distracted him. Sasuke went out of his way to avoid things that would hinder him from his goal for even one moment, but his curiosity was getting the better of him this time.
Curiosity. Now that was a word he had not used in a long time. There were many things in Orochimaru's hideout that he did not care about, and many more that he avoided because they disgusted him. Never once had he been curious about anything that was hidden in the depths of this place, nor any other place that Orochimaru had taken him, for that matter.
But this was different. Sasuke had stood at this corner and listened to this same flute for the past four days now (although the tune itself was a different one every day), and he wanted to at least see the person mad enough to play such a lively tune in such an eerie abode.
So instead of going straight at the fifth "T" intersection from his room, he took a right, following his ears as they led him towards the song's origin. It took him only a few moments of walking to find what he sought.
This part of the hallway was in no way different from the one Sasuke had just come from. It was roughly cut stone that seemed to go on forever and ever in a labyrinth of twists and turns lit with a flaming torch every twenty feet or so. Every once in a while a wooden door would break the rarely changing pattern of stone and hint that yes, someone did actually live in this god forsaken place.
Sasuke could see that up ahead a door had been left open (which was odd, to say the least, since most non-subject inhabitants of any of Orochimaru's bases barricaded themselves in their rooms when they were not needed to try and save what little sanity most of them had left), and that light was spilling from the room out into the hallway along with the music.
Sasuke kept walking without hesitation, turning his head at the last moment to look into the aperture. The glance was fleeting, but Sasuke's keen eyes picked up on every detail of the musician before him. The flute player was a girl maybe a year or two older than himself, with pale skin that was not uncommon in this place. She had hair that looked like it was spun from gold, the perfect strands falling to the middle of her back. She sat on a standard wooden chair, her pale, bare feet pointed slightly. The girl had on a dress of pure white that halted just below her knees and suggested to Sasuke that this girl was not, in fact, a shinobi. She held a wooden flute up to her lips, and her eyes were closed as if her mind where in some far off place as she played her happy tune.
It was at the last moment that those heavily lashed eyes opened, revealing beautiful emerald irises that did not hesitate to look directly into his own onyx orbs.
Then Sasuke was past, the girl stolen from his view by the grey rock walls of the earth.
It took him a long time to find a way back to his room that did not involve going back past the mysterious girl and her cheerful song.
Day Five, Encounter One. Sasuke's thoughts.
Something about the girl's appearance put Sasuke on edge. He didn't know what. But now that he had seen the flutist, he wished that he hadn't. He couldn't get her image out of his mind, even though he had seen her only for a second. At first he thought with some horror that he might be attracted to this girl, but quickly realized that that wasn't the case. It was something else, of this he was certain.
But he didn't know what.
With a sigh he decided that only time could tell, and fell asleep.
So there you have it, the first chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated. . . although I will be posting up the rest of this story whether people like it or not =)
