Originally written for the LJ community 31days, the theme being 'the world is mine'.
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The world is mine.
He sits upon a throne of souls and bones, of crushed dreams and death.
The world is mine.
His subjects bow down at his feet, worshipping the ground he walks on.
The world is mine.
Only one stands, close to his throne. He permits the one to stand, for the one is his equal. Almost.
The world is mine.
"Kabuto…" the words roll off his lips, and he doesn't even have to give the command for the younger man to know what he wants.
The world is mine.
Another tries to stand, but is held down by the one standing, as was commanded. He squirms under the weight of the foot pushing him down, forcing him to bow this… this thing, this despicable creature. Kabuto flashes Sasuke a disarming smile, almost as if he wasn't crushing Sasuke under foot.
The world is mine.
"Bring him here," he commands lazily, a wicked smile on his face. Kabuto picks Sasuke up, still giving him that smile that seems so sincere and innocent, as though a cold blooded killer didn't reside behind it, the wicked black designs erupting all over Sasuke's skin, threatening to engulf him, small eyes flashing gold and livid.
The world is mine.
When the boy is near enough, hands bound by the ever faithful Kabuto, he leans over and murmurs sweet things in his ear, long dark tongue flicking over the rim occasionally, whispering words of strength and power and revenge. A soothing hand is run through the boy's hair, filling his head with thoughts of his power and beauty. Slowly, the intricate pattern recedes, blackness fading below his collar, eyes changing from amber and angry to dark and calm. Orochimaru gives Kabuto a look, one that signals for him to release the boy. Kabuto does so, albeit slightly uneasily, though does not to question his master's judgment.
The world is mine.
Slowly, painfully, Sasuke gets onto his hands and knees, bowing low to the master. The wicked grin finds its way once again on the snake man's face, enjoying every moment of degrading torture the boy is feeling. Sasuke sends him a glare of pure hatred from his spot on the floor before resting his head upon it in a sign of bitter, unwanted defeat, but says nothing.
The world is mine.
Orochimaru, with Kabuto at his side once again, goes on to tell his loyal subjects of his ingenious plans to overthrow his enemies, pleased that they listen to his every word as though he was God. And while Orochimaru speaks, while he draws on and on about that special plan of his, Sasuke can't stop the smile from twitching to his face, one thought going through his head:
The world will be mine.
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This is what I get when I try to be symbolic. Or metaphorical. I can never seem to remember the difference between the two. Yeah, I kind of beat the theme into the ground, but hopefully the repetition didn't completely kill it. Hopefully.
Critique is appreciated as always, as is just normal reviewing. And please to be ignoring the vaguely pedophilic Orochimaru, I didn't really mean to write him like that. He simply acted of his own accord.
