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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-11 08:38 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-11 08:38 pm
Wheels of Fate
Title: Wheels of Fate
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Word count: 1023
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): A tiny bit of Sasuke/Tenten... if you squint reeeeeeeally hard.
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Randomly written fic inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at TheRisingSun. The headcanon wanted more. Who was I to deny it?
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soliloquiii; ...They should just get a room already >_>
More accustomed to the smooth and clean chill of steel, the gun weighed heavily in her grasp. Still, she held it up strong and unwavering against the man's temple. And he didn't even flinch while the whole of his organization scrambled and scurried to find the source of the commotion. The both of them had been quiet and careful in moving past the guard posts and surveillance cameras. There were few instances where they had to dispose of a soldier or two, but always quickly and without a single sound to be heard. They would never found, though, she knew. At least not until it came time for their escape. All the while, their lord and master was left to the mercy of the Uchiha.
Because though she did not share their blood or name, Tenten was every bit a part of the family as Itachi and Sasuke were.
"I expected no less from the two of you," the pale man mocked from his seat of power, "Although, I had hoped that you would come to me on your own, Uchiha."
It had taken them months of preparation and endless planning; pages and pages of secrets, and and extreme attention to details that were key to making this raid successful. All the while, they had both put up a convincing front, relying on their duties and busy schedules to keep anyone from suspecting the truth. From discovering their plan to come face to face with the man who had threatened them with the destruction of The Rising Sun using a simple bomb. And after all the secret meetings and private discussions -- weeks of paranoia -- redemption was in their grasps.
Tenten could practically taste the retribution.
"You're a hard man to track down, Orochimaru," she murmured, looking on with impassive eyes at the man who had nearly destroyed everything she knew and cared about, "I took us months to even find a viable lead."
"But once we did, it was easy to find the trail of bread crumbs to you," Sasuke added, circling around them like a vulture spying down on its next meal, "It seems you've made quite a name for yourself."
"Hm. Bread crumbs, indeed."
But there was something off about his demeanor. He was too controlled, too collected. Existing and working in such a business, they expected to die at any time, any moment without warning or anticipation. And even if they had been too far gone to care how or where it ended, they could never expect to be so unnervingly accepting to how utterly mortal and fragile their lives actually were. Men of power built up their fortunes and empires to escape from that truth, even if only to stall that realization a moment longer. But this man -- this Orochimaru -- completely lacked that fear and struggle to except their fate that would've had most men whimpering for their lives.
"...You wanted us to find you," she realized, "You set it up so that we could."
"Smart girl," the man commented with a sinister sneer of amusement, "I see why you keep her around."
A nerve at the corner of her eye twitched at his words, and the young woman had to call on every last bit of her will not to pull the trigger and paint the entire office with literal shards of his brain. Her patience was growing thin with his games. "If that's true, then what do you want from us?"
"From you? Nothing in particular." The yellow of his eyes were hard to miss as they slid to the side towards her. And for a brief moment, she was reminded of the sly and judgmental gaze of a cat while they appraised her from head to toe before snapping to the young man. "You, however, my dear Sasuke..."
In a fit of frustration and breaking temper, Sasuke reached out his hand and grabbed a handful of fabric from Orochimaru's tailored shirt and pulled -- yanked -- him up until their faces were leveled. "I should kill you right now for what you did!"
Certainly, she would not have objected to the idea, though their original plan was to simply scare the man from ever attempting another stunt like that again. But the more and more time she spent in his presence, the less Tenten cared of his fate or the consequences of their action. However, they had wasted enough time with their conversation, and already she could see the shadow of men passing back and forth under the door. Their window of opportunity to escape was growing exceedingly small.
"Sasuke, we have to go."
He paused as if considering the options that were left to them. Understandable, she supposed. There were still so many questions, moreso now after coming face to face with the mastermind behind the entire incident. Everything he had done, all of his planning, had been in orchestrated down to the very detail in hopes of bring them there to that moment. All in an effort to ensure that Sasuke would come to meet him. Deal with him. But regardless of the mystery that surrounded his existence, they could not risk another second of time if they hoped to get out alive. Or at all.
"We're already gonna have a hard time getting out," she pointed out, finally bringing up the barrel of her gun from the other's head, "If we stall any longer - "
"- I know!" he snapped.
And then, with one last growl of frustration and inevitable realization, he dealt a swift blow to Orochimaru's smirking face with the butt of his gun and tossed the man to the corner of the room to let him linger in the sting. All the while, Tenten circled around the desk and stood next too the door, poised and ready to fight their way out. Attentive to react instantly to any sort of movement she saw within the corridors. Because she knew there was no room for hesitation, no time to wait for them to make the first move. Because that meant the difference between living or dying.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Word count: 1023
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): A tiny bit of Sasuke/Tenten... if you squint reeeeeeeally hard.
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Randomly written fic inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at TheRisingSun. The headcanon wanted more. Who was I to deny it?
Dedicated to:
soliloquiii; ...They should just get a room already >_>More accustomed to the smooth and clean chill of steel, the gun weighed heavily in her grasp. Still, she held it up strong and unwavering against the man's temple. And he didn't even flinch while the whole of his organization scrambled and scurried to find the source of the commotion. The both of them had been quiet and careful in moving past the guard posts and surveillance cameras. There were few instances where they had to dispose of a soldier or two, but always quickly and without a single sound to be heard. They would never found, though, she knew. At least not until it came time for their escape. All the while, their lord and master was left to the mercy of the Uchiha.
Because though she did not share their blood or name, Tenten was every bit a part of the family as Itachi and Sasuke were.
"I expected no less from the two of you," the pale man mocked from his seat of power, "Although, I had hoped that you would come to me on your own, Uchiha."
It had taken them months of preparation and endless planning; pages and pages of secrets, and and extreme attention to details that were key to making this raid successful. All the while, they had both put up a convincing front, relying on their duties and busy schedules to keep anyone from suspecting the truth. From discovering their plan to come face to face with the man who had threatened them with the destruction of The Rising Sun using a simple bomb. And after all the secret meetings and private discussions -- weeks of paranoia -- redemption was in their grasps.
Tenten could practically taste the retribution.
"You're a hard man to track down, Orochimaru," she murmured, looking on with impassive eyes at the man who had nearly destroyed everything she knew and cared about, "I took us months to even find a viable lead."
"But once we did, it was easy to find the trail of bread crumbs to you," Sasuke added, circling around them like a vulture spying down on its next meal, "It seems you've made quite a name for yourself."
"Hm. Bread crumbs, indeed."
But there was something off about his demeanor. He was too controlled, too collected. Existing and working in such a business, they expected to die at any time, any moment without warning or anticipation. And even if they had been too far gone to care how or where it ended, they could never expect to be so unnervingly accepting to how utterly mortal and fragile their lives actually were. Men of power built up their fortunes and empires to escape from that truth, even if only to stall that realization a moment longer. But this man -- this Orochimaru -- completely lacked that fear and struggle to except their fate that would've had most men whimpering for their lives.
"...You wanted us to find you," she realized, "You set it up so that we could."
"Smart girl," the man commented with a sinister sneer of amusement, "I see why you keep her around."
A nerve at the corner of her eye twitched at his words, and the young woman had to call on every last bit of her will not to pull the trigger and paint the entire office with literal shards of his brain. Her patience was growing thin with his games. "If that's true, then what do you want from us?"
"From you? Nothing in particular." The yellow of his eyes were hard to miss as they slid to the side towards her. And for a brief moment, she was reminded of the sly and judgmental gaze of a cat while they appraised her from head to toe before snapping to the young man. "You, however, my dear Sasuke..."
In a fit of frustration and breaking temper, Sasuke reached out his hand and grabbed a handful of fabric from Orochimaru's tailored shirt and pulled -- yanked -- him up until their faces were leveled. "I should kill you right now for what you did!"
Certainly, she would not have objected to the idea, though their original plan was to simply scare the man from ever attempting another stunt like that again. But the more and more time she spent in his presence, the less Tenten cared of his fate or the consequences of their action. However, they had wasted enough time with their conversation, and already she could see the shadow of men passing back and forth under the door. Their window of opportunity to escape was growing exceedingly small.
"Sasuke, we have to go."
He paused as if considering the options that were left to them. Understandable, she supposed. There were still so many questions, moreso now after coming face to face with the mastermind behind the entire incident. Everything he had done, all of his planning, had been in orchestrated down to the very detail in hopes of bring them there to that moment. All in an effort to ensure that Sasuke would come to meet him. Deal with him. But regardless of the mystery that surrounded his existence, they could not risk another second of time if they hoped to get out alive. Or at all.
"We're already gonna have a hard time getting out," she pointed out, finally bringing up the barrel of her gun from the other's head, "If we stall any longer - "
"- I know!" he snapped.
And then, with one last growl of frustration and inevitable realization, he dealt a swift blow to Orochimaru's smirking face with the butt of his gun and tossed the man to the corner of the room to let him linger in the sting. All the while, Tenten circled around the desk and stood next too the door, poised and ready to fight their way out. Attentive to react instantly to any sort of movement she saw within the corridors. Because she knew there was no room for hesitation, no time to wait for them to make the first move. Because that meant the difference between living or dying.
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