There was one window in the classroom high above the student's heads.
Through it crept a sickly shaft of light in which danced every dust
particle that Sasuke was sure ever existed. Bored and annoyed, he pulled
out a kunai and began carving a small spiral in the desktop.
"Mister Uchiha, what EXACTLY is it that you think you're doing?"
Sasuke looked down at his meandering spiral, then up into black eyes floating amidst a sea of ghostly white skin. Professor Snape's expression tightened before he spun on his heel, snapping himself to another desk and another reprimand.
Despite his distaste for the green and silver robes they'd given him (he'd much rather of had a tasteful blue), Sasuke understood why The Third had insisted all of the genin come here to train. There were styles of fighting here that he didn't understand, and Professor Snape certainly had an uncanny power to strike fear into the very souls of anything alive or dead. Just yesterday he'd managed to evict an annoying creature called Peeves with a single glare.
Sasuke lusted for that kind of power. As he watched Snape settle back behind his desk, Sasuke's determination hardened; he would attain such a power, no matter the cost.
Snape looked out across the sea of virgin faces and frowned. He hated children, really. They were annoying, smelly, foul little creatures who scuttled through the halls like so many bugs, waiting to be squashed. Sure there was a promising one every now and again. Malfoy had certainly proven himself as an astute student, but now there were these new students. Snape wasn't exactly sure where they'd come from, they certainly weren't from Great Britian and that made him suspicious; Hogwarts didn't accept enrollees that were foreign.
Half of his new Slytherins were these children, making Snape something close to physically sick. They all seemed slightly off, just like their names. It wasn't enough to force him to deal with James Potter's offspring, now he had to keep track of a bunch of smarmy foreign children as well. He was beginning to care less and less about the position of teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and more and more about simply escaping this academic hell. With a throaty sigh, Snape realized the impossibilities of escape, and once again resigned himself to the upbringing of these little maggots.
Sasuke looked down at his cauldron with searing hatred. He'd been given the mission of turning an absurd concoction of ingredients into a youth potion. How a toad's toenail and two dragonfly wings would aid in making his desk partner turn into an infant, Sasuke had no clue. His eyes narrowed and flickered around the room; most of the genin looked confused, except Gaara, who seemed to already be done. The other students appeared to be doing fairly well, and having had enough of feeling left behind, Sasuke slowly raised his hands, preparing to perform Sharingan on the student in front of him.
Snape had been watching Uchiha from the moment he'd arrived. For the most part it had been a rather boring vigil, but it seemed things were changing. Uchiha had taken up an abnormally still stance, and Snape was positive he was up to something.
Sasuke's eyes shot open, his anticipation of gaining knowledge boiled over. Instead of seeing anything useful though, he was confronted with a sea of shifting black.
"Uchiha!" Snape slammed his wand down on the desk, "What is this?" his question snaked forth, wrapping itself around Sasuke. The boy had glowing red eyes! RED EYES! Gathering himself up slightly, Snape raised his wand and used it to lower Sasuke's hands back to the desk. "You were trying to cheat, Mister Uchiha," the words oozed around his growing sneer. "Now you will pay with detention."
A Hufflepuff one table over muttered something about Snape never taking points from the Slytherin house just a little too loudly. "Ten points from Hufflepuff for snotty retorts! Sasuke, see me after class."
Sasuke bent over a cauldron, sweat dripping from his brow as he hand scrubbed his way through 150 of them. Snape sat at his desk, keeping an annoyingly close eye on him, leaving Sasuke powerless to gain more knowledge, or, at least, that was his mode of thought while working his way through the first 75 cauldrons. By the time he reached the 76th, he realized there was no greater time to obtain Snape's scare tactic than right then, while they were alone.
Snape watched as Sasuke scrubbed the pots with an unyielding pace. As he watched, he couldn't help but wonder where the boy got such stamina. Perhaps he simply wasn't scrubbing them hard enough. Expecting to be disappointed, Snape stood and walked over to the boy.
Sasuke looked up as Snape approached. The professor's face was set in a grimace that sent a chill through Sasuke. Where did all of Snape's cold, fearful power come from? How could Sasuke get his hands on it?
"Good job, Uchiha," Snape said, incredibly disappointed to find that Sasuke was, in fact, doing a spectacular job. "When you're done with these, you may leave." Snape began walking back to his desk, but stopped. The yellow sunshine of day had shifted, becoming the glowing blue that you only got during a full moon. Somewhere in the distance there was a long, mournful howl that stretched into the night, taking a little piece of Snape's attention with it.
Sasuke knew this was his chance, whatever was distracting Snape was something close to his heart, that much could be read on his face. "Professor?" Sasuke stood, taking two carefully planned steps towards Snape and laying his hand on the professor's arm.
Snape twitched, Uchiha was... touching him. Snape turned quickly and grabbed the boy's wrist with his hand, pulling it up and inadvertently pulling Sasuke closer to him. He was about to throw the boy backwards, but something made him pause. Uchiha was looking up at him with puppy dog eyes... just the way... He used to.
Sasuke had to work hard to suppress a triumphant smile. He understood immediately that this innocent gaze would be the key to obtaining even more power. "Professor Snape," he asked, intoning his voice with mock concern, "are you... ok?" Slowly and deliberately, he raised his other hand towards a strand of hair that had fallen over Snape's face.
Snape opened his mouth to ask Uchiha what he thought he was doing, but suddenly there was an uncharacteristic lump blocking his words. This was just like so many years ago, when he was younger, when another boy was holding him in just such a way.
"Professor," Sasuke whispered as his fingers moved the errant hairs and then played lightly down the side of Snape's face. Triumph! thought Sasuke as Snape's eyes half closed in dreamy remembrance and his grip on Sasuke's wrist loosened.
With practiced stealth, Sasuke gently twisted his wrist from Snape's grasp and placed it on the professor's hip. His other hand mirrored the move, and slowly Sasuke began lowering himself, sliding his hands down the professor's thighs, then calves, to the hem of his robes.
Snape's conscience screamed at him, telling him to stop the boy and send him on his way, but his heart wouldn't listen. His mind was years in the past, looking down on another boy with sandy, brown, disheveled hair as he knelt before him. He was powerless, as much as he hated to admit, there was nothing that could make him stop the boy. Uchiha had found the magic button in Snape's past that turned him off to reason. Snape looked helplessly on as Uchiha slid his robes up over his waist. He'd made a habit of not wearing underwear this year, just in case history repeated itself; and although this was a repeat of one sort, it wasn't at all what Snape had had in mind. Mustering all of his strength, Snape muttered, "N..n..no, stop..."
Sasuke smiled the sly, triumphant smirk of someone who knew they'd won. His fingers wrapped around Snape's penis in their Sharingan position as he looked up. There is no step that is too far if it leads me to being the best, Sasuke thought. "Stop what, Professor," Sasuke's eyes narrowed as he readied to perform Sharingan. He was more than happy to see the look of befuddlement on Snape's face.
Excellent, thought Sasuke, it's just like dealing with Kakashi.
"Mister Uchiha, what EXACTLY is it that you think you're doing?"
Sasuke looked down at his meandering spiral, then up into black eyes floating amidst a sea of ghostly white skin. Professor Snape's expression tightened before he spun on his heel, snapping himself to another desk and another reprimand.
Despite his distaste for the green and silver robes they'd given him (he'd much rather of had a tasteful blue), Sasuke understood why The Third had insisted all of the genin come here to train. There were styles of fighting here that he didn't understand, and Professor Snape certainly had an uncanny power to strike fear into the very souls of anything alive or dead. Just yesterday he'd managed to evict an annoying creature called Peeves with a single glare.
Sasuke lusted for that kind of power. As he watched Snape settle back behind his desk, Sasuke's determination hardened; he would attain such a power, no matter the cost.
Snape looked out across the sea of virgin faces and frowned. He hated children, really. They were annoying, smelly, foul little creatures who scuttled through the halls like so many bugs, waiting to be squashed. Sure there was a promising one every now and again. Malfoy had certainly proven himself as an astute student, but now there were these new students. Snape wasn't exactly sure where they'd come from, they certainly weren't from Great Britian and that made him suspicious; Hogwarts didn't accept enrollees that were foreign.
Half of his new Slytherins were these children, making Snape something close to physically sick. They all seemed slightly off, just like their names. It wasn't enough to force him to deal with James Potter's offspring, now he had to keep track of a bunch of smarmy foreign children as well. He was beginning to care less and less about the position of teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and more and more about simply escaping this academic hell. With a throaty sigh, Snape realized the impossibilities of escape, and once again resigned himself to the upbringing of these little maggots.
Sasuke looked down at his cauldron with searing hatred. He'd been given the mission of turning an absurd concoction of ingredients into a youth potion. How a toad's toenail and two dragonfly wings would aid in making his desk partner turn into an infant, Sasuke had no clue. His eyes narrowed and flickered around the room; most of the genin looked confused, except Gaara, who seemed to already be done. The other students appeared to be doing fairly well, and having had enough of feeling left behind, Sasuke slowly raised his hands, preparing to perform Sharingan on the student in front of him.
Snape had been watching Uchiha from the moment he'd arrived. For the most part it had been a rather boring vigil, but it seemed things were changing. Uchiha had taken up an abnormally still stance, and Snape was positive he was up to something.
Sasuke's eyes shot open, his anticipation of gaining knowledge boiled over. Instead of seeing anything useful though, he was confronted with a sea of shifting black.
"Uchiha!" Snape slammed his wand down on the desk, "What is this?" his question snaked forth, wrapping itself around Sasuke. The boy had glowing red eyes! RED EYES! Gathering himself up slightly, Snape raised his wand and used it to lower Sasuke's hands back to the desk. "You were trying to cheat, Mister Uchiha," the words oozed around his growing sneer. "Now you will pay with detention."
A Hufflepuff one table over muttered something about Snape never taking points from the Slytherin house just a little too loudly. "Ten points from Hufflepuff for snotty retorts! Sasuke, see me after class."
Sasuke bent over a cauldron, sweat dripping from his brow as he hand scrubbed his way through 150 of them. Snape sat at his desk, keeping an annoyingly close eye on him, leaving Sasuke powerless to gain more knowledge, or, at least, that was his mode of thought while working his way through the first 75 cauldrons. By the time he reached the 76th, he realized there was no greater time to obtain Snape's scare tactic than right then, while they were alone.
Snape watched as Sasuke scrubbed the pots with an unyielding pace. As he watched, he couldn't help but wonder where the boy got such stamina. Perhaps he simply wasn't scrubbing them hard enough. Expecting to be disappointed, Snape stood and walked over to the boy.
Sasuke looked up as Snape approached. The professor's face was set in a grimace that sent a chill through Sasuke. Where did all of Snape's cold, fearful power come from? How could Sasuke get his hands on it?
"Good job, Uchiha," Snape said, incredibly disappointed to find that Sasuke was, in fact, doing a spectacular job. "When you're done with these, you may leave." Snape began walking back to his desk, but stopped. The yellow sunshine of day had shifted, becoming the glowing blue that you only got during a full moon. Somewhere in the distance there was a long, mournful howl that stretched into the night, taking a little piece of Snape's attention with it.
Sasuke knew this was his chance, whatever was distracting Snape was something close to his heart, that much could be read on his face. "Professor?" Sasuke stood, taking two carefully planned steps towards Snape and laying his hand on the professor's arm.
Snape twitched, Uchiha was... touching him. Snape turned quickly and grabbed the boy's wrist with his hand, pulling it up and inadvertently pulling Sasuke closer to him. He was about to throw the boy backwards, but something made him pause. Uchiha was looking up at him with puppy dog eyes... just the way... He used to.
Sasuke had to work hard to suppress a triumphant smile. He understood immediately that this innocent gaze would be the key to obtaining even more power. "Professor Snape," he asked, intoning his voice with mock concern, "are you... ok?" Slowly and deliberately, he raised his other hand towards a strand of hair that had fallen over Snape's face.
Snape opened his mouth to ask Uchiha what he thought he was doing, but suddenly there was an uncharacteristic lump blocking his words. This was just like so many years ago, when he was younger, when another boy was holding him in just such a way.
"Professor," Sasuke whispered as his fingers moved the errant hairs and then played lightly down the side of Snape's face. Triumph! thought Sasuke as Snape's eyes half closed in dreamy remembrance and his grip on Sasuke's wrist loosened.
With practiced stealth, Sasuke gently twisted his wrist from Snape's grasp and placed it on the professor's hip. His other hand mirrored the move, and slowly Sasuke began lowering himself, sliding his hands down the professor's thighs, then calves, to the hem of his robes.
Snape's conscience screamed at him, telling him to stop the boy and send him on his way, but his heart wouldn't listen. His mind was years in the past, looking down on another boy with sandy, brown, disheveled hair as he knelt before him. He was powerless, as much as he hated to admit, there was nothing that could make him stop the boy. Uchiha had found the magic button in Snape's past that turned him off to reason. Snape looked helplessly on as Uchiha slid his robes up over his waist. He'd made a habit of not wearing underwear this year, just in case history repeated itself; and although this was a repeat of one sort, it wasn't at all what Snape had had in mind. Mustering all of his strength, Snape muttered, "N..n..no, stop..."
Sasuke smiled the sly, triumphant smirk of someone who knew they'd won. His fingers wrapped around Snape's penis in their Sharingan position as he looked up. There is no step that is too far if it leads me to being the best, Sasuke thought. "Stop what, Professor," Sasuke's eyes narrowed as he readied to perform Sharingan. He was more than happy to see the look of befuddlement on Snape's face.
Excellent, thought Sasuke, it's just like dealing with Kakashi.