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endless_scrolls) wrote2013-08-06 09:30 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2013-08-06 09:30 pm
Edge of Hell
Title: Edge of Hell
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Disastrous Dish [ Wordcount: 600 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke, Orochimaru; brief mentions of Yakushi Kabuto
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: A series of one-shots based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community ofcircleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures.
Dedicated to:its_game_time
Shifting her glance, the kunoichi moved her gaze from the young prodigy to the resurrected master, feeling both anxious and wary to be in his presence once again. So far, the Sannin showed to be nothing but agreeable, almost to a point of suspicion as he followed Sasuke's lead towards the home they all had abandoned. And still, Tenten had made it a priority to keep the Snake Lord in front of her and within her line of sight. Just in case. Trust was always a fickle matter when it came to Orochimaru's agendas.
"Relax, my dear. I have no intention of seeking retribution for your betrayal by returning the favor. Frankly, I never expected you to turn your back on the Leaf." Seeing the yellow corner of his gaze settle on her, she could do nothing but suppress the shiver that ran the length of her spine at the sight of his chilling grin. "Seems I was mistaken."
Hardening herself against it, the kunoichi kept her voice low, almost menacing. "There's a lot you didn't know about me." That you still don't, she wanted to add, but held her tongue against it. The less they conversed, the better.
Regardless, there was something unsettling about the way his lips sharpened into a dreadfully delightful smile. "I'll remember not to make that mistake again."
Part of her wanted to give a snide retort; to say that there would not be a next time for him to have the opportunity. One experience under his watchful eye was enough. But then, Sasuke's plans had proved to be anything but predictable in the last few weeks. And a small portion of her conscious was uncertain that there weren't any more surprises waiting on the horizon with the progression of this war.
In the last week, he had fought against a Kabuto-Orochimaru hybrid of a creature alongside his resurrected brother and defeated him. Only to be forced to say goodbye to him once more after it was all said and done. And the end result brought the Snake Lord Sannin back into the world of the living with a new body and a seemingly renewed purpose. Whether that was to sincerely help Sasuke find what he was looking for or if it was all simply a means for his own ends, had yet to be determined. And Tenten certainly did not plan on ruling out the latter any time soon.
Moving the strap of her pack, she turned to the young man in question. "Where are we going, anyways?"
"To find answers."
It was quick and clipped; straight to the point as always. But there was a tension in his shoulders and a press in his lips that told of an anxiousness that had nothing to do with Orochimaru's presence. Sasuke had defeated him once, long before gaining the use of the eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. Long before receiving the Amaterasu and adding entire string of jutsu to his arsenal of skills and endless possibilities.
The soft chuckle of the sinister Sannin only added to her concerns. And with it, the kunoichi's attention was drawn to the gate that now stood before them, leading into an old and abandoned sector of the village she knew almost by heart. The village that had asked for Sasuke's head as the price for his desertion.
"Answers, you said?" In the last place she would thought to look. In the very place he had been hell bent on destroying, no less.
Impossibly, Orochimaru's grin only seemed to darken as he responded for the young Uchiha. "More like a Death God."
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Disastrous Dish [ Wordcount: 600 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke, Orochimaru; brief mentions of Yakushi Kabuto
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: A series of one-shots 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_timeShifting her glance, the kunoichi moved her gaze from the young prodigy to the resurrected master, feeling both anxious and wary to be in his presence once again. So far, the Sannin showed to be nothing but agreeable, almost to a point of suspicion as he followed Sasuke's lead towards the home they all had abandoned. And still, Tenten had made it a priority to keep the Snake Lord in front of her and within her line of sight. Just in case. Trust was always a fickle matter when it came to Orochimaru's agendas.
"Relax, my dear. I have no intention of seeking retribution for your betrayal by returning the favor. Frankly, I never expected you to turn your back on the Leaf." Seeing the yellow corner of his gaze settle on her, she could do nothing but suppress the shiver that ran the length of her spine at the sight of his chilling grin. "Seems I was mistaken."
Hardening herself against it, the kunoichi kept her voice low, almost menacing. "There's a lot you didn't know about me." That you still don't, she wanted to add, but held her tongue against it. The less they conversed, the better.
Regardless, there was something unsettling about the way his lips sharpened into a dreadfully delightful smile. "I'll remember not to make that mistake again."
Part of her wanted to give a snide retort; to say that there would not be a next time for him to have the opportunity. One experience under his watchful eye was enough. But then, Sasuke's plans had proved to be anything but predictable in the last few weeks. And a small portion of her conscious was uncertain that there weren't any more surprises waiting on the horizon with the progression of this war.
In the last week, he had fought against a Kabuto-Orochimaru hybrid of a creature alongside his resurrected brother and defeated him. Only to be forced to say goodbye to him once more after it was all said and done. And the end result brought the Snake Lord Sannin back into the world of the living with a new body and a seemingly renewed purpose. Whether that was to sincerely help Sasuke find what he was looking for or if it was all simply a means for his own ends, had yet to be determined. And Tenten certainly did not plan on ruling out the latter any time soon.
Moving the strap of her pack, she turned to the young man in question. "Where are we going, anyways?"
"To find answers."
It was quick and clipped; straight to the point as always. But there was a tension in his shoulders and a press in his lips that told of an anxiousness that had nothing to do with Orochimaru's presence. Sasuke had defeated him once, long before gaining the use of the eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. Long before receiving the Amaterasu and adding entire string of jutsu to his arsenal of skills and endless possibilities.
The soft chuckle of the sinister Sannin only added to her concerns. And with it, the kunoichi's attention was drawn to the gate that now stood before them, leading into an old and abandoned sector of the village she knew almost by heart. The village that had asked for Sasuke's head as the price for his desertion.
"Answers, you said?" In the last place she would thought to look. In the very place he had been hell bent on destroying, no less.
Impossibly, Orochimaru's grin only seemed to darken as he responded for the young Uchiha. "More like a Death God."