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Tattoo

Sasuke often rubbed at his neck. The phantom pain of being bitten had never really left him, even after the mark itself had been lifted. He remembered when he got it, in that one encounter in the Forest of Death where he had been convinced he was going to die. He almost did, if the stories of a ten percent success rate were true. The pain had certainly been intense enough to mimic death. Sakura had been there for him, first gripping his hand as he screamed and then there to save him from the darkness it brought.

"Stop it!"