Well, Sasunaru had to happen one way or another :)
I only lived in this base with two god damn people who weren't imprisoned, and yet they weren't smart enough to figure out that when I had locked myself in my room, I didn't want the lock broken so they could bug me.
It was mostly Kabuto, Orochimaru once, right now.
Kabuto had driven me crazy about every little thing I had to do, and he was just reminding me. Besides that, he was frequently mocking me about what happened the other night. Obviously, he had been out there listening. But he dare not say that name now forbidden to my sanity, because he wasn't Orochimaru, and I could easily kill him. I could probably kill Orochimaru too, but it would be pointless.
Now I had to deal with the fact it was Orochimaru who had broken the lock to my room. I had just seen him, although he looked like he had been pondering something. Now he must have been ready to tell me.
"If you wanted in, you didn't have to break the door." I grumbled.
"You wouldn't have let me in." But his voice was serious, not a sinister joke like it usually was.
"What do you want?"
He didn't touch me this time, just leaned down to my face, because I was sitting on my bed. "Naruto."
I rolled my lips together and then relaxed them. I held my eyes in the same place without blinking. Orochimaru moved away and smiled. "Good."
It had looked to him like I had left the matter so far behind me, I pretended to be bored. But it was really my best outer defense. Good thing he couldn't read my mind.
"I'll tell you here and now, in plain English." Orochimaru said, his eyes now more serious.
I had already had my eyes closed, focusing at the back of my eyelids so I could imagine Naruto, but I didn't move.
"The soul transfer is in two months."
My eyes snapped open and he abruptly slapped me, but I could care less about that. Orochimaru did nothing further. I tried to relax my body.
Had I been counting MONTHS wrong? Was he joking? I could have sworn I had at least four. Two was still some time, but it was closer now, and not at all comforting. A million plans bubbled up into my head. Which to use…
"When it's done, our powers put together will be enough to kill your brother."
The mention of Itachi paused my plotting and sent me into a silent rage, then back to plotting. I wanted to kill my brother on my own, not with his help. "I see. Did you only come to remind me of the date?"
"And break your door?" His tone was sarcastic again.
"What's the real reason I have no privacy now?" I muttered in question.
He thought for a moment like he was considering the best way of putting it. "You're final emotion training test." His voice was still joking. "Your last test…to make sure I've erased Kyubbi boy from your memory, is to go to Konoha."
"No." The word spilled out. It wasn't that I didn't want to go to Konoha, I couldn't. I didn't want to hear the rest of this either.
He continued anyway. "Whether or not you see Naruto," He paused to drive me more insane. "Isn't my problem. But your last test is to go to Konoha, and then will yourself to come home. If you can do it, you'll prove emotions can't get in your way."
Home? I almost growled out loud, but held it back. This wasn't my home, it was my temporary - yet handy- hell.
"I refuse." I answered.
"Do you want to kill your brother?" Rhetorical of course.
"When?" I hissed.
He smirked, satisfied. "Tomorrow morning." He turned to leave, and then stopped. "Oh, Sasuke? If you decide not to come back, I'll take you back anyway, and it won't be pleasant."
My whole body twitched, then he left the room, not bothering to shut my now busted door I would have to fix again.
Ignoring the door, I rolled over on my bed and laid on my stomach. Thinking time. I had some options to get myself past this.
Option one, kill Orochimaru tonight. If I could pull that off, I would avoid going to Konoha, and could get straight to locating my brother. The only downside to this, I couldn't see Naruto.
I wanted to see Naruto almost as much as I wanted to kill my brother. If I went to Konoha in the morning, I would be there in a day, and I could spend the next day and hopefully see him. Then I could come back here, kill Orochimaru, and go after my brother. Either way, I would have to kill Orochimaru to avoid losing my body. In other words, option two.
There was only one flaw in my second option. Would I be able to come back on my own accord?
With every time I heard the word Naruto, my head involuntarily called back memories of him. Of us together. It hadn't been a problem until now, because Orochimaru hadn't discovered that weakness. It also didn't help that I had seen him roughly four days ago, now almost five. Besides that, it wasn't the old Naruto I was seeing. I was seeing the older, more amazing Naruto. And I only got to see him crying. It wasn't the best thing to have set in your head.
I remembered Naruto always being so happy. At least, in his own head. He was slightly obnoxious and annoying, but he was never…he cried, sure. But most of the time he was always exited. He jumped into things, and he had plenty of mood swings. I didn't see any of those things when I last met him. I had never seen him look so dead, even before it hit him that he couldn't help Sakura.
"My fault." I muttered out loud, then momentarily yelled at myself internally for talking to myself.
It was my fault for making him that way, thus bringing up the point, he wasn't ever going to forgive me for everything I had done. Stupid, stupid me.
So was there any reason to go to Konoha, besides bringing back my sanity? Or satisfying my hormones?
Of course there was. Even if Naruto hated me more than anything, my feelings for him would never falter, even if Orochimaru tortured me until I died. I would still love him wherever I was when I was dead. I would still love him if he chose someone else to love and fill the void, which he might have already done.
I still love him now.
I had to go to Konoha, even if it was just to lay eyes on him once.
I slept restlessly.
"I'd get up if I were you." Kabuto's voice rang through my half asleep ears.
I groaned and sat up instantly, still missing the nights sleep. I had forgotten to fix my stupid door. I didn't want to think about what I said in my sleep, and who may have heard me. Specifically Orochimaru, I could care less about Kabuto.
I swallowed a yawn. "Where's Orochimaru?"
"I know you hate to believe me, but it's your chance to get out of here. He's out. You're supposed to go." Kabuto replied.
It didn't matter whether I believed him or not. I was getting out to go to Konoha, and he wasn't stopping me. "Get out, I'm changing." I ordered, and he did.
I got into clean clothes quickly, and equipped my body with my normal stock of weapons.
I'm getting out. To see Naruto.
Soon...Sasunaru Soon...