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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-20 08:53 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-20 08:53 pm
When the Veil Lifts
Title: When the Veil Lifts
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Public Intoxication [ 891 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mention of Yakushi Kabuto, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): Slight hints of Sasuke/Tenten if you squint reeeeeally hard
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Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)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.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_game_time ♥
Special Note: 300th ENTRY ON THIS JOURNAL~!!! Pfeew, I was afraid it'd go to a fic I wasn't completely happy with. 6w6
Halfway back to her room, she could already tell that they had overdone it with the serum. Then again, there wasn't much else she could expect from being used as a human guinea pig. But Kabuto was usually good and extremely careful at guessing the right dosage for her height and weight, especially with the experimental drugs that he was developing. Or maybe this was simply a form of retribution for being so unmovingly effected by his more gruesom experiments. It was no secret that the 'good doctor' would find some level of pleasure and satisfaction in the discomfort of others. But given the severity and range of damage that Tenten's techniques tended to generate, she had already seen her fair share of the world's worst of cruelties. The kunoichi would be hard pressed to let it unnerve her now, this far into the game.
But whatever the reason, she was left to deal with the aftermath all the same, stumbling through the corridors with as much coordination and effort that was left after the haze and distortion settled in. And that was when she came across a rather unsavory group of Sound-nin.
Sharp and calloused knuckles cracked into her cheek, throwing the kunoichi off-balanced enough that she crumpled to the ground with hardly a fight. Then again, it was difficult enough to stand with how the earth seemed to spin and shift in her vision. Even as she laid sprawled out on the ground, there was nothing but the feeling of vertigo and the distinct throb of her bruising cheek to bring Tenten comfort. All the while, they continued to tease and taunt -- to show Orochimaru's precious Konoha kunoichi just what they really thought of her -- never relenting against their adversary. Just like they had been taught to be, she supposed.
A rather harsh kick to her stomach snapped Tenten's mind instantly back to the reality of the situation. But despite all the pain and disorientation she was feeling, the kunoichi refused to give them the satisfaction. So it was with every ounce of strength she could pull and muster from her weakening body that the young woman made to stand, teething clenching against the biting cries of protest her body gave. Muffled voices called out in reaction, droning in a deadened sort of warble that she had no hope of understanding. One thing was clear, though. They wouldn't stand by and simply let her go so easily.
But she wasn't so completely helpless either.
There were only few occasions she remembered where Tenten had been able to witness Lee incorporate the Drunken Fist fighting style. Always after accidentally snagging an alcohol laced beverage or dish. Always with near devastating results. And with the last, her curiosity had been piqued enough that the kunoichi had finally given in to the temptation and looked further into the technique, applying what she had seen from Lee with what she read in the scrolls. Needless to say, it was a lot more random and sporadic than she had anticipated, but in a way it made some sort of sense. The less predictable the moves, the harder it was to defend against it.
She was far from a master; had yet to even use what she learned in real life situations. But given the circumstances, it was better to stumble through as best as she could than do nothing at all.
A shadow to her left caught the young woman's eye. And before she could even think of a counter, the kunoichi's body was already moving. Dodging. Reacting. Every shift -- every shadow -- was like an instant trigger to her senses. And despite not catching every single hit or kick (far from it in her state, knowledgeable on the Drunken Fist or not), there was still a small sliver of pride in still being able to put up a decent resistance against them.
It wasn't until, with a hard shove, she fell back into a familiar presence's arms that the band of Oto shinobi even considered stopping their assault. Dazed and confused as she was -- running on instincts alone -- Tenten hadn't given much thought to who's hand had caught her floundering body, only that she was surrounded by enemies; people who wanted to do her harm. And so, the elbow had lashed out before any inkling of a familiar presence began brushing against what remained of her consciousness, reacting without thought or intent other than to defend herself. Only when a firm and steady hand shot out from the darkness to stop the path of her arm did the kunoichi's mind start to become aware of her surrounding once more. Of Sasuke's close proximity.
Everything that followed afterwards was nothing more than a mix of mental blurs, instances of memory, and a lot of missing holes between standing against the wall in the corridor and waking up in her quarters some hours later. And every time she tried to inquire about the events in between, the young Uchiha would simply shift his gaze to her in muted neutrality, or ignore her completely.
It wasn't until months later, back in the safety of her one-bedroom apartment in Konoha, that Tenten's memories of that night came back. Along with everything else he had been asked to seal away in her mind.
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Public Intoxication [ 891 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mention of Yakushi Kabuto, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): Slight hints of Sasuke/Tenten if you squint reeeeeally hard
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.Dedicated to:
its_game_time ♥Special Note: 300th ENTRY ON THIS JOURNAL~!!! Pfeew, I was afraid it'd go to a fic I wasn't completely happy with. 6w6
Halfway back to her room, she could already tell that they had overdone it with the serum. Then again, there wasn't much else she could expect from being used as a human guinea pig. But Kabuto was usually good and extremely careful at guessing the right dosage for her height and weight, especially with the experimental drugs that he was developing. Or maybe this was simply a form of retribution for being so unmovingly effected by his more gruesom experiments. It was no secret that the 'good doctor' would find some level of pleasure and satisfaction in the discomfort of others. But given the severity and range of damage that Tenten's techniques tended to generate, she had already seen her fair share of the world's worst of cruelties. The kunoichi would be hard pressed to let it unnerve her now, this far into the game.
But whatever the reason, she was left to deal with the aftermath all the same, stumbling through the corridors with as much coordination and effort that was left after the haze and distortion settled in. And that was when she came across a rather unsavory group of Sound-nin.
Sharp and calloused knuckles cracked into her cheek, throwing the kunoichi off-balanced enough that she crumpled to the ground with hardly a fight. Then again, it was difficult enough to stand with how the earth seemed to spin and shift in her vision. Even as she laid sprawled out on the ground, there was nothing but the feeling of vertigo and the distinct throb of her bruising cheek to bring Tenten comfort. All the while, they continued to tease and taunt -- to show Orochimaru's precious Konoha kunoichi just what they really thought of her -- never relenting against their adversary. Just like they had been taught to be, she supposed.
A rather harsh kick to her stomach snapped Tenten's mind instantly back to the reality of the situation. But despite all the pain and disorientation she was feeling, the kunoichi refused to give them the satisfaction. So it was with every ounce of strength she could pull and muster from her weakening body that the young woman made to stand, teething clenching against the biting cries of protest her body gave. Muffled voices called out in reaction, droning in a deadened sort of warble that she had no hope of understanding. One thing was clear, though. They wouldn't stand by and simply let her go so easily.
But she wasn't so completely helpless either.
There were only few occasions she remembered where Tenten had been able to witness Lee incorporate the Drunken Fist fighting style. Always after accidentally snagging an alcohol laced beverage or dish. Always with near devastating results. And with the last, her curiosity had been piqued enough that the kunoichi had finally given in to the temptation and looked further into the technique, applying what she had seen from Lee with what she read in the scrolls. Needless to say, it was a lot more random and sporadic than she had anticipated, but in a way it made some sort of sense. The less predictable the moves, the harder it was to defend against it.
She was far from a master; had yet to even use what she learned in real life situations. But given the circumstances, it was better to stumble through as best as she could than do nothing at all.
A shadow to her left caught the young woman's eye. And before she could even think of a counter, the kunoichi's body was already moving. Dodging. Reacting. Every shift -- every shadow -- was like an instant trigger to her senses. And despite not catching every single hit or kick (far from it in her state, knowledgeable on the Drunken Fist or not), there was still a small sliver of pride in still being able to put up a decent resistance against them.
It wasn't until, with a hard shove, she fell back into a familiar presence's arms that the band of Oto shinobi even considered stopping their assault. Dazed and confused as she was -- running on instincts alone -- Tenten hadn't given much thought to who's hand had caught her floundering body, only that she was surrounded by enemies; people who wanted to do her harm. And so, the elbow had lashed out before any inkling of a familiar presence began brushing against what remained of her consciousness, reacting without thought or intent other than to defend herself. Only when a firm and steady hand shot out from the darkness to stop the path of her arm did the kunoichi's mind start to become aware of her surrounding once more. Of Sasuke's close proximity.
Everything that followed afterwards was nothing more than a mix of mental blurs, instances of memory, and a lot of missing holes between standing against the wall in the corridor and waking up in her quarters some hours later. And every time she tried to inquire about the events in between, the young Uchiha would simply shift his gaze to her in muted neutrality, or ignore her completely.
It wasn't until months later, back in the safety of her one-bedroom apartment in Konoha, that Tenten's memories of that night came back. Along with everything else he had been asked to seal away in her mind.