Disclaimer: Don't own...nyah...
Warnings: Blood, angst, eventual boy love, short chapters, and Orochimaru too!
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Sasuke hadn't wanted to take it; but he hadn't really had a choice. Orochimaru had shoved the pill down his throat as Kabuto restrained him, allowing him access to the third level of the curse seal, and all of shit that came with it. By shit he meant limitations, restrictions, whatever the fuck you wanted to call them. They didn't limit his power – the snake bastard wanted his future body as strong as possible – but they had restricted him as a whole, and Sasuke hated it as much as he hated the man who had killed his family.
The first of the shit had been pain, burning, scalding, writhing pain that had left him on the floor shrieking. He'd fallen unconscious the first time he had raised his seal level and had only woken up with a minor headache. But he hadn't had that luxury this time. Three days he had spent lying in his bed (at least Kabuto had been kind enough to move him) jerking, screaming, clutching the bed sheets because it just hurt that much.
The second one had been a pain in the ass, not that the rest hadn't. Orochimaru had absolute control of his body, how much pain he felt when injured, how long he slept, how much he grew in a year, and, to a degree, what he felt. Sasuke absolutely HATED how many times the bastard had touched him and made him feel happy with just a few handseals, instead of disgusted. After Orochimaru released him, everything he should have felt during whatever it was he was doing or having done to him.
He still had nightmares about the time he had had to destroy a small civilian village. He always puked at the memory of ripping off a little, not even five years old, girl's head off in front of her family while laughing in glee.
The only good thing was that Orochimaru had be with in ten meters for that particular jutsu or whatever it was, to work, so the bastard wouldn't be able to make him have the urge to kill or torture or anything unless he was in Konoha. But not everything had a range limit, as shown by his ability to fall unconscious at any moment.
The third and final restriction had been his chakra. It had doubled, but Orochimaru could completely control it. Sasuke could have included this with the second one but he liked the number three (it was the number of his living precious persons), so he made it separate to get three. Besides, chakra was a tad be more important. Orochimaru could make him unable to use any chakra, he could force it out to make a jutsu stronger or weaker. He could even force all of his chakra out of his body, which would make him explode, disturbingly enough.
As it was now, Orochimaru was using chakra to force him into coughing up blood. Sasuke wasn't sure how that worked, but he was sure that it had something to do with putting blood where it didn't belong. There was nothing anyone could do about it, not Naruto, not the hag who wouldn't leave him alone, not Sakura, no one. It didn't matter anyway, Sasuke was planning on dying soon, so he didn't particularly care.
He wanted to go back home, to the Uchiha district, so he could die in the same place his parents had. But Naruto didn't know that, the idiot was to stupid to realize that he didn't want to continue living. So when the blonde took him back to that crappy little apartment and attempted to make him onigiri, he didn't have a fit, because he'd expected it.
It wasn't a common fact, but he hated onigiri, and tomatoes. Everyone thought he loved them because he always ate them, but it wasn't true. Onigiri had been his mother's favorite, and tomatoes his father's. Sasuke liked dango, but that was what Itachi had liked too, so he never ate it. He also liked ramen, but it was bad for you, so he tried to stay away from it. But ramen was also Naruto's favorite food, so he ate it anyways.
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Okay, so here's to deal. About three weeks ago I had the urge to write something really angsty during my english class. So I wrote down the first three paragraphs of this chapter. Then, in creative writing, we had to write a paper describing something, and so I picked the Uchiha District. And used up all my angst on that. So yeah...
This chapter's short but it's Sasuke's POV so whatever. It's easier to do more serious stuff and angst with Sasuke than Naruto (obviously), since Naruto would be more likely to add in random funny things about his thoughts than Sasuke. Meh...At least Sasuke's mystery of coughing up blood was solved. Wasn't what I originally planned but whatever.
Whoever knows why Sasuke had a headache the first time he woke up gets points!
And also, since no one told me whether they want a happy or sad ending, I'll keep it with my original idea unless someone gives me a better idea. (Smiles) Review please, I get a lot of hits but not very many reviews...that makes me sad inside.
By the way, anyone who can give me a link to a Yondaime/Sasuke fic or fanart other than desolate butterfly's crack fic will be loved for ever and eternity! And did anyone other than me think Naruto looked hot at Asuma's funeral?
Bu bye.