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Uchiha Sasuke ([personal profile] lostmylight) wrote in [community profile] one_long_mission2013-02-19 10:06 pm

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He's a wanderer.

Ever since the traumatic day when everything was taken from him, he's been a wanderer. Nothing more, nothing less. A shinobi? Only in the barest terms. A crimson band of cloth covers the ruin of his sockets, hiding the shame from the world; his memories of receiving basic medical care from a civilian village are fogged by the fever that ravaged him during those days.

Ever since then, he's wandered. Slowly learning to survive, slowly adapting, he now moves with some trace of his old grace and confidence, as though he has some perception of the world beyond the reach of his hands. The snakes have taught him, and experience, the slow and bitter sensei, has taught him.

But he will never again be what he once was.

He's entering another village, he knows that; where it is, what its name is, he doesn't know. Doesn't entirely care. Perhaps they'll feed him, perhaps he can trade some manual labor for a few coins, and then move on again. That's all he can hope for anymore.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-20 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Training. He was training... trying to just walk and make this paper stick on his forehead shouldn't be so hard. He can actually hold it there with chakra for the best part of a half-hour, but Sakumo clearly asked for -an hour- and stated he should also be able to do it while going through any activity.

"darn!" came the hiss as the paper unstuck... and then a groan as it flew in the wind... and landed near someone with... a headband hiding his eyes? He went over to retrieve the paper and looked up.

"Hello mister!" came an overly happy chirpy voice.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-20 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"This here's Michi no Sato" he quipped happily. "I still gotta explore lotsa the village still, but if you want help getting anywhere, I'll try my best!" he always, always did try his very best.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-20 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"...hmm..." the youth gave a frowny face as he thought hard. "Ah! Niisan gave me stuff to do, maybe he can give you things you can do too!" he offered a wide smile. "....where's he s'possed to be though? Ah darn!" he stomped at the ground in frustration.

What to do, what to do? "Y'missed the caravans that came by too, maybe they woulda liked tradin..."
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-21 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"ah right.. that place was over there, somewhere on th'edge of the village." he stated half to himself. At least he somewhat remembered where the Hokage was. He -had- been told to report there, with his progress among the children here.

"I'm Sasuke~" it truly -was-a happy chirp more than anything. "Uchiha Sasuke or at least.. guess I should say the youngest of'ems.. s'gettin kinda confusin" he groaned lightly.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-22 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm.. well, s'gonna sound weird, but that's how it is." he shook his head, a movement unseen. "There's other people sharin my name here. This village..uh.. how did neesan say? It's like people got taken from lotsa places and even dif'rent times. Like there's me. There's also me from, uh... like five years into the future. Just like there's a Niisan that's niichan really, cause he's about as old as I am, and there's also a really older niisan, and... uh.." he scratched his head. "...does that make sense...?" he asked, glancing up.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-23 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yaaay!" there was an overjoyed, happy screech. "I 'xplained it good 'nough this time!" and he had been able to keep that paper stuck to his forehead while doing it too, but by now that wasn't hard.

"Say, say!" he asked, full of childish enthusiasm. "Who're you?" it might have been the dreaded question.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-25 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"...." the paper he'd been attaching onto his forehead with chakra fell, blown by the wind, and he stared up.

Uchiha Sasuke.
The concept of future selves was something he had become familiar with here, but to see such a thing? See himself, his future self... like this?

He wanted to ask what happened, but decided against it. He could change nothing. All he could do...
"....say..." his voice was a tiny broken chirp. "...can I hug you?" Normally he didn't ask and just did it, but...
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-25 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The boy did just that, and soon found his body shaking.

This was himself... from the future. He had been told that bad things happened to him, and he had met his 13-year old self first. He did not look that bad off, and even taught him a jutsu. He had his girl-self too, and she might have been somewhat grumpy, but still...

Why did this future self make him feel so cold inside? He wasn't even sure what that feeling was. He valiantly tried to stop tears, squeezing his eyes shut. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't! Why would he do that?
Probably because he felt a huge lump in his throat as he wondered just what was in store for him once he disappeared from here... and went back to where he had gotten torn from.

"I dun' wanna go back" he whimpered in a shaky voice.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-26 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't even sure what this feeling was. It was close to fear, and equally close to sadness, with a pinch of denial and a dash of hopelessness.

Tiny arms gripped with a fierce despair, as if he would fall into a deep, endless dark pit if he let go.
There were so many thoughts running through his mind, and he was too young to even comprehend some of what flashed by. He could ask why, could ask how... but instead he remained silent, light sniffles escaping him.
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-02-26 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Terror? Was that what he felt? No wonder he couldn't even put a word on it. He'd never even felt anything remotely close to that.

That hand upon his small back did little to stop the sniffling. He was oh so bravely trying to not cry at the overwhelmingly strange, alien feeling in his little chest.
He tried to speak, but when just a broken whimper got out, he gave up on the attempt. Whatever words he may have been able to form at the moment might have been worse than silence. For now, he hugged his future self a fraction tighter as his body trembled.

What he had here... in his hands... was the future...
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-03-13 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
The noise shocked him, and he drew back. "..I-if you.. wanna.. there's food... home" he managed to say, and then added, "I can.. get you there..."
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-03-13 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Work in exchange for food? He said he didn't want charity. Would home be bad then? "..but... my family's your family, right? families... help each other. It isn't charity..."
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[personal profile] one_without_wings 2013-03-26 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"..." there was silence for a long while, dark eyes staring down at the packed earth at their feet. "...not just this once?" he tried not to make it sound like a plea. "...takin it easy... just for a few minutes isn't wrong." he bit his lip. "I can make omusubi.... and it's not cause you can't take care of yourself, it's... cause I wanna make it for you.""

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