Post by midnight on Apr 6, 2008 20:11:59 GMT -5
-doesn't know the current plot+couldn't find it-
I'm just going to think it's still what it used to be. >.>
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I'm just going to think it's still what it used to be. >.>
His steps were slow and awkward. Their eyes.. eyes that shined with different opinions. They didn't -or what he thought- believed that Sasuke should have even stepped forth within Konoha. And at the very least be able to walk around freely as he was. Even still, obsidian orbs focused on a spot in the distant and hands stuck in his pockets, shrugging off the villagers hateful curiosity. The more he thought about it, the more he understood. It was only fitting considering the circumstances. Since when has a missing-nin returned to the village after being placed in the bingo book come back and be permitted to place the Leaf hitai-ate on once again? Almost a year was coming fast since the Uchiha had been taken back. Almost a year since he had so-thought taken his brothers life. And in a sinful thought, a smile graced his lips when he thought of the scarlet painted across one of the Uchiha clan's murderers. The pitiful look of defeat displayed on his dead body.. that was what he thought about for years past. Soon, a scowl smeared across Sasuke's features. Only one of the Uchiha murderes..
What he wouldn't give.. to dream about the blood of Uchiha Madara too. He needed to go as well. Then, then would the blood lust be subsided and Sasuke could live in peace. The peacefulness that his clan had been avenged. But for now, he was stuck in the village of his birth.. Not that he could complain, of course. Even though he would much rather be looking for clues -anything to find this Madara. (Who should be dead.) However, Sasuke knew that there were many possibilities that he was still living and he would soon fix that. Alas, it had been about a year and the Uchiha has not received any leads at all on the whereabouts of Madara. Considering that he wasn't allowed out of Konoha on a probation of some sort, it was rather difficult, but he wouldn't give up. He just.. needed to do this. At times, memories of his family's last minutes and thoughts would seep through.. and he can only imagine the terror.. the confusion -it wasn't fair for Members of their family to kill them. It was simply not justice, and Sasuke would surely make them pay.
Slowly, Sasuke brought his hand to his face to massage his temples, then rub his sore eyes. Indeed he needed to think about other things.. or not think at all for the matter. Perhaps the company of Naruto or Sakura.. A frown was still apparent, but he slightly delighted in the thought. But before he runs into them -Sasuke turned right- he would stop for a cup of tea and relax for a brief moment. He fixed himself within a small bench after he had picked his tea. Taking a sip, he slightly grimaced for it's sweetness was a bit too strong for the Uchiha. He must have forgotton..
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