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The Meaning of Hate
Title: The Meaning of Hate
Type: Definitely-Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Misplaced [ Wordcount: 1104 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mention of Orochimaru, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Sarutobi Asuma, Nara Shimakaru, Kakuzu, Hidan
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures. Eludes to a number of other plots I’ve been toying with for a while.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_game_time
There was never any hatred on Tenten's part where Sasuke was concerned. Certainly, there was anger. Mistrust. But that stemmed more from the feeling of blame rather than hate. Indeed, that would be a more correct statement for how the kunoichi felt about him. After all, it was Sasuke's fault that the Village was betrayed. If Orochimaru had not been seeking him out to become his next vessel, the Chuunin Exams would not have ended as they did. It was his fault that so many of her companion became sullen and quiet at the mere mention of his name. He was a fellow shinobi of the Leaf, raised on the same principles of honor, teamwork, and loyalty they all had. And it was because of him that her teammates were sent and nearly killed on that mission to bring him back from the clutches of the Sound Five. To bring him home. Or at least the place he had once called home. -- And there, at least, she could find enough cause to at least feign some sort of hatred, false as the feeling was. -- Tenten blamed him for all of that. But despite all the wrongs and consequences that came of his choices, she could not bring herself to hate him for them.
That was where the conflict -- her conflict -- began. Because it would have been a lot easier if she had hated him. At least then, there would not have been any room left in her angered heart for sympathy.
"I don't hate you."
But she did not. And there was.
"I'm angry with you and blame you for everything that happened," she quickly clarified. Because there was a need for him to understand all of the details before she continued on. "But I don't hate you."
"...Why?"
With a deep furrow of her brows, the kunoichi looked up from the scroll spread out before her to eye the young Uchiha warily from the other side of the room. "Why don't I hate you or why do I blame you?"
He gave no answer, of course, only sparing her a brief glance to show that he was still paying the barest bit of interest in whatever response she had. All the while, he remained poised over the parchments scattered across the tabletop, focusing on them with a little too much attention than was natural. Something she decidedly chose to ignore for the sake of the conversation. Sasuke, Tenten had quickly learned, was the sort to use his words sparingly, if at all. If the other party could not find sense enough in what little he had already given, then the conversation might as well ended then and there before both became frustrated.
"Because," she finally grounded out, "My teammates almost died going after you."
There was a faint whisper of a noise. A sharp exhale of breath. A scoff, more like, considering who she was addressing. And it was all the response that he would give, not that she should have expected any more. Or did. In fact, if it were not for the small bit of regard he gave only seconds before, Tenten would have been validated in her belief that he could care less about anything that came out of her mouth. He had made it perfectly clear that everything paled in comparison to his goals. And anyone caught in the crossfires were nothing more than canon fodder.
"...And because I know what it feels like to lose everyone."
But he had. And Tenten was left to wonder just why as she continued, pushing her seat back with a soft screech of wood against stone.
"My mother when I was ten. My brother the same night." -- Taking the scroll in her hand, she stood up without pause. -- "My grandfather when I was thirteen, and you can thank your master for that." -- And with each relative that she named, Tenten took a steady step closer in approach. A breath nearer, though Sasuke made no move to show that he noticed or cared. -- "My father the following year." -- Until finally she stood right next to him, taking the opportunity to unraveled the scroll out over his papers so that he could see the article clearly. -- "And then, my uncle."
There in barely readable script was a detailed report on Konoha. It was no secret that Orochimaru prided himself on enlisting spies to keep a watchful eye on the movement of every shinobi nation in existence. And that they were hardly ever wrong, or lacking in information, hand-picked personally by the Snake Lord Sannin to be thorough and knowledgeable. Or suffer the consequences. Births. Deaths. Threats. Alliances. Betrayals. Anything and everything worth mentioning that would be of some use to the leader of Oto about what has transpired in the village these past few months. And there in bold print was the announcement declaring Sarutobi Asuma dead, killed out in the field whilst battling against two Akatsuki members by the names of Kakuzu and Hidan.
Tenten's fingers clenched at the thought, but restrained herself from showing any other outward sign of her breaking control. She remembered the funeral. And Shikamaru's elaborate conspiracy of vengeance for his team. Genius, it surely was. But the kunoichi could not forget the anger she had felt at having been left out of the plans. Again. Did she not have just as much right to seek retribution as well?
But this was not about Asuma, she reminded herself. And watched with wordless patience as the young Uchiha scanned over the report. And waited for the moment when his eyes snapped suddenly to her with inquiry and revelation. As if asking whether it was true or not that Asuma had been her Uncle.
"You see... we're a lot more alike than you think. And hating you would mean I'd have to start hating myself." For the briefest of moments, Tenten's expression softened at that. Almost despaired at the thought while her eyes seemed to take a distant and faraway look to them while she stared down at the scroll. At Asuma's name. But with a deep breath and a steady exhale, the look was gone, replaced by the hard resolve the kunoichi had grown to take while walking the halls of Sound's underground base. "And I refuse to do that."
And with that, Tenten turned on her heels and left, leaving Sasuke alone in the archives to deal with his demons... while she fought her own.
Type: Definitely-Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Misplaced [ Wordcount: 1104 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mention of Orochimaru, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Sarutobi Asuma, Nara Shimakaru, Kakuzu, Hidan
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures. Eludes to a number of other plots I’ve been toying with for a while. Dedicated to:
its_game_timeThere was never any hatred on Tenten's part where Sasuke was concerned. Certainly, there was anger. Mistrust. But that stemmed more from the feeling of blame rather than hate. Indeed, that would be a more correct statement for how the kunoichi felt about him. After all, it was Sasuke's fault that the Village was betrayed. If Orochimaru had not been seeking him out to become his next vessel, the Chuunin Exams would not have ended as they did. It was his fault that so many of her companion became sullen and quiet at the mere mention of his name. He was a fellow shinobi of the Leaf, raised on the same principles of honor, teamwork, and loyalty they all had. And it was because of him that her teammates were sent and nearly killed on that mission to bring him back from the clutches of the Sound Five. To bring him home. Or at least the place he had once called home. -- And there, at least, she could find enough cause to at least feign some sort of hatred, false as the feeling was. -- Tenten blamed him for all of that. But despite all the wrongs and consequences that came of his choices, she could not bring herself to hate him for them.
That was where the conflict -- her conflict -- began. Because it would have been a lot easier if she had hated him. At least then, there would not have been any room left in her angered heart for sympathy.
"I don't hate you."
But she did not. And there was.
"I'm angry with you and blame you for everything that happened," she quickly clarified. Because there was a need for him to understand all of the details before she continued on. "But I don't hate you."
"...Why?"
With a deep furrow of her brows, the kunoichi looked up from the scroll spread out before her to eye the young Uchiha warily from the other side of the room. "Why don't I hate you or why do I blame you?"
He gave no answer, of course, only sparing her a brief glance to show that he was still paying the barest bit of interest in whatever response she had. All the while, he remained poised over the parchments scattered across the tabletop, focusing on them with a little too much attention than was natural. Something she decidedly chose to ignore for the sake of the conversation. Sasuke, Tenten had quickly learned, was the sort to use his words sparingly, if at all. If the other party could not find sense enough in what little he had already given, then the conversation might as well ended then and there before both became frustrated.
"Because," she finally grounded out, "My teammates almost died going after you."
There was a faint whisper of a noise. A sharp exhale of breath. A scoff, more like, considering who she was addressing. And it was all the response that he would give, not that she should have expected any more. Or did. In fact, if it were not for the small bit of regard he gave only seconds before, Tenten would have been validated in her belief that he could care less about anything that came out of her mouth. He had made it perfectly clear that everything paled in comparison to his goals. And anyone caught in the crossfires were nothing more than canon fodder.
"...And because I know what it feels like to lose everyone."
But he had. And Tenten was left to wonder just why as she continued, pushing her seat back with a soft screech of wood against stone.
"My mother when I was ten. My brother the same night." -- Taking the scroll in her hand, she stood up without pause. -- "My grandfather when I was thirteen, and you can thank your master for that." -- And with each relative that she named, Tenten took a steady step closer in approach. A breath nearer, though Sasuke made no move to show that he noticed or cared. -- "My father the following year." -- Until finally she stood right next to him, taking the opportunity to unraveled the scroll out over his papers so that he could see the article clearly. -- "And then, my uncle."
There in barely readable script was a detailed report on Konoha. It was no secret that Orochimaru prided himself on enlisting spies to keep a watchful eye on the movement of every shinobi nation in existence. And that they were hardly ever wrong, or lacking in information, hand-picked personally by the Snake Lord Sannin to be thorough and knowledgeable. Or suffer the consequences. Births. Deaths. Threats. Alliances. Betrayals. Anything and everything worth mentioning that would be of some use to the leader of Oto about what has transpired in the village these past few months. And there in bold print was the announcement declaring Sarutobi Asuma dead, killed out in the field whilst battling against two Akatsuki members by the names of Kakuzu and Hidan.
Tenten's fingers clenched at the thought, but restrained herself from showing any other outward sign of her breaking control. She remembered the funeral. And Shikamaru's elaborate conspiracy of vengeance for his team. Genius, it surely was. But the kunoichi could not forget the anger she had felt at having been left out of the plans. Again. Did she not have just as much right to seek retribution as well?
But this was not about Asuma, she reminded herself. And watched with wordless patience as the young Uchiha scanned over the report. And waited for the moment when his eyes snapped suddenly to her with inquiry and revelation. As if asking whether it was true or not that Asuma had been her Uncle.
"You see... we're a lot more alike than you think. And hating you would mean I'd have to start hating myself." For the briefest of moments, Tenten's expression softened at that. Almost despaired at the thought while her eyes seemed to take a distant and faraway look to them while she stared down at the scroll. At Asuma's name. But with a deep breath and a steady exhale, the look was gone, replaced by the hard resolve the kunoichi had grown to take while walking the halls of Sound's underground base. "And I refuse to do that."
And with that, Tenten turned on her heels and left, leaving Sasuke alone in the archives to deal with his demons... while she fought her own.
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I think, anywaysthat you could go 'B'awwwwwwww. ;_;' at. D:no subject
But. Asuma. ;_; No one ever loves him enough
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And considering I've played with the idea of Tenten being a Sarutobi for so long... I-i totally give him lots of love. D:
like so (http://endless-scrolls.livejournal.com/58545.html)no subject
...B'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWagain /clingsno subject
*CLINGS!* S-so many fics/drabbles with Tenten's mom, being all motherly to her brothers... n-needs more Asuma. ;~;