WARNING: implied rape.
6. Fortress (Orosasu - Narusasu and Sakusasu if you dig for it)
A fort was supposed to be a safe haven, a place where one would not have to worry about being surprised or attacked. If such a place were to fall, its occupants would be destroyed along with it. To feel that you were unsafe within your own fortress is almost unbearable. The Sound fortress always held this sense of insecurity for Sasuke.
The teen shivered and curled around himself on the bed. His legs and sheets were covered in dried blood, and the trails of dried tears streaked his face. Orochimaru had been relentless today; an anger had come over him such as Sasuke had never seen before, and the Uchiha's rapidly un-numbing body was beginning to feel the results.
He needed to get out of here. If he didn't, he was sure that he would end up dead before his purpose was fulfilled. There was only one problem: his only way to succeed was to stay where he was. No one else was going to teach him the skills required to defeat his brother. Orochimaru was his only hope, no matter what was wrong and right.
Thoughts of the life he could be living would plague him. He would remember the loved ones he had left behind, how they would welcome him with open arms if were ever to return. In his mind's eye he could see tear-filled green eyes looking at him with a boundless joy. Beside them he would see the fiery blue eyes that follow him wherever he went. He could almost feel the upset yet forgiving punches landing on his face.
Sasuke would yell and scream at the injustice of it all. He would pull his hair and stomp his feet and cry for help, but when the morning came, he would still be there. Nothing that Orochimaru did, and nothing that resided within Sasuke's heart was enough to make him to leave; this was his only option.
Sasuke pulled himself from the bed, barely wincing at the stabbing pain this action drew from his abused body; he had to keep going. The shower was cold, but that didn't matter, and as long as he could function tomorrow, nothing would. His bed sheets were dirty and he ripped them off, dumping them unceremoniously into the corner of his room.
Sleep pulled at the corners of his mind and he collapsed onto his unmade bed, too exhausted to bother with the clean bedclothes. That would all wait until morning. Now was time for a blissful sleep where he could escape this dismal place to his real fortress, that which resided in his dreams.
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wow, I wrote something with no dialogue!! that never happens!!! I hope it was ok... ... the ending was kind of cheesey...