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fifty fifty
two: save me
prompt: Sasuke's thought process as he slowly goes insane. Returns to Konoha! This one came out longer than expected.
universe: shippuden pre-war. Basically back was Sasuke was crazy still.
rating: T
The ground is sopping wet with bloodbloodblood but you don't care.
It's not as if you have a heart.
Their screams are still echoing and reverberating through your head, but it is almost pleasant compared to the chaotic silence that usually fills your mind nowadays.
You hear – above the lulling screams – a gasping of breath.
Your inky eyes scan the area for the offender, and when you locate him – a small boy – you spare him no mercy as you place your foot on his head.
"P-please…don't kill me…!" the boy pleads, sobbing and coughing blood from his mouth, tears mixing with the blood.
You look down in apathy, feeling nothing as you apply more pressure to your foot, causing the boy's eyes to widen in alarm.
You think he'd flail around if he could.
And as his bones begin to creak and snap underneath your sole, not once do you blink.
You're nothing now.
Just an empty body wandering around, still perpetually seeking your revenge that you're so damn exhausted from searching for, but you have nothing else to do with your life so you continue.
No family, no friends.
All by your own doing.
And the great thing is that it doesn't even hurt. Knowing you're completely alone in the world. Knowing that not one person gives a shit about you. It's sort of comforting actually, since you've dealt with this feeling most of your life.
The only friend you have is Sin.
Your mind constantly refuses to ever think of them.
They are Forbidden Territory in your sick twisted mind, because they don't belong in a place like your head. They belong with innocence and happiness.
They belong as far away from you as possible.
.
If there's one person you ever do think about it's your Okaa-san.
The only happiness you'll ever allow for yourself.
Her gentle pats, smiling face, sweet voice…those were all the happiness you'd need for the rest of your life.
It has to be enough.
.
Every time you run into them you get angry because why the hell won't they leave you alone? Why were they so damned determined to bring you back? Couldn't they tell that you didn't want them?
Didn't need them.
No, clearly they couldn't.
You hoped that with every stab and punch and kick that you could finally beat some sense into them. Although, you find it harder to injure her than him, because somewhere in the back of your mind your brain automatically thinks that you're supposed to protect her.
Just like you used to.
So you remind yourself that things have changed and she doesn't need your protection. Yet she still needs you, it seems.
You really don't want to look at her because you know that it will stir up emotions that you don't have or recognize.
You especially refuse to look into her eyes.
Shit, you did it.
And now you're stuck in the same passionate eyes that looked at you when you first left. They haven't changed.
But she has.
You're completely off guard when he comes running at you full force with his signature Rasengan.
You wake up in a bright room that smelled of rubbing alcohol. You think you know exactly where you are, and your stomach churns at the thought.
The last thing you remember is vivid green, then blackness.
You look down and there's an IV sticking out from your arm and you mentally curse yourself for letting down your guard. You knew this would happen if you did.
There isn't much time allowed for brooding, because only minutes after you come to, the door opens with a swirling rush of noise and movement. People bustling, fussing over you, examining you this way and that, and if you weren't chained down by chakra strings to the hospital bed, you think you'd kill them all.
Suddenly, yellow and pink fill your vision, and you close your eyes because it burns.
Arms - hers - wrap around you and hold you closer to any human than you've been in years.You scowl.
"It's okay," she murmurs, cooing like you're a child. You're not. Doesn't she know you've killed people? Doesn't she know you'd kill her if given the chance? Why did she insist on being so daft?
"It's not okay!" you snap, because that's all you can really do right now, tied down to the bed. She flinches and pulls away, and you hope to see tears but they aren't there.
"It will be okay, Sasuke-kun." she corrects, a wobbly smile plastered to her dumb face. The dobe says nothing, merely watching the scene with a sad smile filled with pity. You don't want their sympathy. You don't want their fucking pity. You don't need it.
Don't need them.
"Stop it!" You snarl, hoping they could see how ugly you really are. The monster that lies dormant just beneath the surface. Like the one Naruto has, except, this monster isn't a tailed beast. This monster is you. What you've become.
I'm sorry okaa-san.
"Why do you keep trying to push us away?" Naruto finally interjects.
"I don't need you." you spit out harshly.
Naruto grits his teeth and clenches his fist. Sakura's finally crying, and you hope you've damaged them enough so that they will never come back. "Come on, Sakura-chan," he says gently, pressing his hand to the small of her back and leading her out. Neither of them look back, but you glare at them just the same.
Once they're finally gone, you lean your head back against the pillow, and breathe a sigh of relief.
You close your eyes.
.
They don't come back for the rest of your stay.
.
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