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Silk	By : RotSeele Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Silk
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
- 14-XIV
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II.
Uchiha Sasuke had never regretted a
decision in his life since he had defected to Orochimaru. Sasuke forced himself
to coldness and indifference to keep from facing the hurt in his heart when he
remembered his friends, and one person in particular. He'd advanced far too
quickly, he knew, to be safe for long. But with recent events, Orochimaru
seemed less inclined to body switch with him, and less inclined to do much
else. Sasuke stared at Kabuto from the shadows once Orochimaru had left, noting
how smug the silver-haired bastard looked. Sasuke watched him leave, and closed
his eyes. He knew that mark; he'd seen it once before, two and a half years ago
when he first abandoned Konoha for Oto. It was the sister mark to his own,
Kimimaru's mark. Kimimaru had died two and a half years ago. He'd found that out
himself. So why was Kabuto bringing forth evidence of that now?
He felt a scowl appear on his face
as answers flashed through his mind.
Sasuke closed his eyes, signed his
fingers through seals, and enacted one of the spying jutsus he'd taught
himself, searching for Kimimaru.
He found the desert, the bone
forest that had been erected at the time of death. He noted flowers of pure
white growing from the bone, beautiful petals leading to a red center. Sasuke
tried digging deeper, tried going beneath the layer of sand that surrounding
the bones.
Nothing.
Not even a bone fragment.
But, just faintly, a bit of chakra
residue.
Which meant Kimimaru had been here,
but had been moved. Could Kabuto have done such a thing? He certainly was
capable, and Sasuke knew the other nin had been vying with Kimimaru for
Orochimaru's attentions. But it left the question of why would Kabuto move
Kimimaru's body from its own tomb just to get rid of a rival? And a dead rival
at that. Sasuke focused on that trace of chakra, and tugged mentally on it.
There was an answering tug, miles away. The jutsu took him there, and for a
moment, Sasuke had a bird's eye view of the port town, before he plummeted,
down through streets, stopping at an establishment that was a tavern and a
brothel rolled into one. His jutsu took him inside, and he looked around,
noting things and searching for his prey. He found it then, hidden in a shaded
corner, alone.
Sasuke drew his mind back,
dispersed the jutsu, and moved to his own chamber to pack. He changed his
clothes to a lighter material that doubled as a civilian outfit, and pulled
back his hair. The strands hand grown longer, and had fallen from their
childhood gravity-defying spikyness to a straighter length. Sasuke supposed
now, he looked almost like a smaller version of Itachi. He paused a moment
later, just outside of Orochimaru's chamber, realizing that he hadn't growled
when he thought of his elder brother's name. So what did that mean? Surely he still wanted to kill his brother.
That was why he still existed. As Sasuke tried to wrap his mind around that
thought, he shook his head. He was going to kill Itachi. He was going to make
him suffer.
Yeah, right. That sounded
convincing.
He'd been changing ever since he
joined up with Orochimaru. Killing Itachi just wasn't... as important as he
thought before. What a concept, that.
The teenager raised a fist and
pounded on the stone door. He wasn't surprised when he didn't get a response.
Orochimaru would be sulking. And
Orochimaru wasn't going to listen, especially to Sasuke, who just had words,
while Kabuto had proof. Orochimaru trusted Kabuto, and Sasuke still had
loyalties elsewhere than solely with Orochimaru. Which meant if Orochimaru
thought Sasuke was lying, he would be killed, chosen vessel or not.
Die a horribly painful, most likely
stabbity, death.
"I'm going out, Sensei." Sasuke
said in his usual tone, knowing the elder heard him quite clearly. There was a
muffled sound from within the darkened room, the noise soon accompanied by the
eldest's voice, one of acquiescence.
"Just be back," came the rather
tired order, before silence fell once more, the former sannin no doubt curled
on the pile of silks that was his bed, set to bite off the head of the next
thing to irritate him that day --- and quite literally.
Quite frankly, the man was tired,
and not just physically though it added to his temper. The bones had only
served to drive home how badly they had failed, how this dank little cave was
out of necessity rather than preference.
The bones were also a reminder of
things lost --- and badly. It was not only humiliating to be beaten, but there
was the added depression.
Depression was worse than boredom, and
he hated it. He hated a lot of things right now. Konoha, Kabuto, Sasuke just
for being there, and Kimimaru, for
dying.
Unfair to be sure, but at the
moment he didn't care. Being angry felt better than being empty, even if it
meant envisioning those pretty aqua eyes and wanting to tear them out of their
sockets.
Sasuke left the hide-out, bounding
through trees until he reached the road. Keen eyes surveyed the road, checking
for suspicious characters. Ninja would normally stick to the trees and forests,
but hunter nin were special. They were unpredictable, which made most hunted
nin very nervous. Sasuke didn't want to take a chance, the trees growing
sparser the further up the road, and more travelers being down on the rocks and
dirt anyway. Live cover. Sasuke dropped from his branch, and waded into the
crowd, following a merchant's cart before darting around it and ahead, no more
than a breeze to those he passed. Moving this fast would more than likely get
him noticed if there were ninja watching, but he didn't have the time to waste,
and trips like this were usually planned well in advance, with every
contingency planned for. As it was, Sasuke was running blind.
Kimimaru had been gone for nearly
three years. Only now, Kabuto comes forward? Sasuke thought it strange.
He slowed just before that port
town, assimilating himself into entering traffic, passing through large guarded
gates, pretending to be an every day traveler. His appearance had changed so
much over the last few years he doubted anyone would stop him and demand to
confirm if he was Uchiha Sasuke. And if anyone did, well, there were two ways
out of that. One involved running as fast and as far as his legs could carry
him. The other involved a very stabbity end.
Sasuke preferred to avoid both, if
he could help it.
From memory alone, Sasuke
reconstructed the path his spying jutsu allowed him to see, moving along at a
sedated pace. Here, he wasn't Uchiha Sasuke, missing nin. Here, he was just
Uchiha Sasuke, wanderer. Either way, he was still at risk. Which just made
those previous thoughts insignificant, didn't it. The boy sighed quietly as he
moved along through the crowd of merchants and villagers, farmers and ronin,
children and yakuza, wandering toward the tavern where he had found that
lingering chakra residue.
Sasuke slipped into the building,
gazing around at everything, dark eyes revealing nothing as he moved,
pretending to be a new patron as he moved along the shadows, finally slowing
when he saw his target. The pale creature was sitting amongst pillows, robes
wrapped tightly around the thin body, drawing gazes to pale eyes and white
hair. Kimimaru looked like he hadn't aged a day.
Sasuke moved over to him, and slid
into the booth, canting his head as a bone knife was pressed to his side.
"Did he send you?"
"You're jumping to conclusions. I'm
here on behalf of Orochimaru."
Kimimaru's knife jerked a bit,
pressing the knife harder into Sasuke's side before relaxing, the bone
retreating back into his skin. Red-rimmed eyes fell onto black, watching the
shorter nin curiously, appraising him, treating him like a schema to be taken
apart and put back together.
"Orochimaru-sama...?" Kimimaru
whispered. "You came on your own then?"
Sasuke nodded, relaxing back into
the booth's chair, letting his body rest. Kimimaru glanced at the younger male,
and then down into his lap.
"He doesn't know, does he?"
"No." Sasuke replied, eyes closing
to half-mast. "But, I'm sure you want to go back to him."
"I do..."
"Then what's stopping you? Surely
these people don't own you?"
Kimimaru shook his head, fingers
twining. He didn't say another word, looking right at Sasuke. The former Konoha
ninja nodded a little, and moved to leave the booth.
"A healer nin should go to where he
is needed."
Kimimaru paused, nodded, and moved
after Sasuke, the pair leaving the tavern, and heading back to the hide-out.
Kimimaru studied the enigma that was Uchiha Sasuke, mainly because he had told
no one of his change of being a killer to a medical ninja. And Sasuke had
noticed right away. They spoke little, and did not stop to rest, as Kimimaru
wanted to get home as soon as possible. And home was the person to whom his
heart belonged. He'd been away a long time, and now, Kimimaru was sure, there
would be terrible repercussions.
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