Sasuke-centric. Post-canon. Rated M for language and implied CSA.
A/N: I told y’all I was going to write this the second I got home
from work. And five hours later, here it is. Painfully unedited and not proof-read. #shez-back-yall
The rumbling of thunder catches his attention, ripping his
eyes from his path to turn and glance behind him with mild interest. The sky at
the edge of the horizon is dark, almost black in color as a storm gathers in
the near distance. He stares, unflinchingly, as another strike of lightning
splits the sky in two, the thunder echoing through the forest around him,
shaking the Earth beneath his feet and causing him to stop for a moment.
By the look of it, it’s likely to be a bad storm if it’s
approaching so quickly and so violently already. He turns back to his path and
deliberates his next move, closing his eyes as he orients himself to his
surroundings. His internal map is as good as any he could buy on paper; years
spent traveling would give anyone a keen sense of direction.
He’s still a half a day’s journey from his next destination
and he’s only a couple hours east of a small village in the mountainside, so
for half of a second he contemplates veering off course, but he’s no fool.
Sasuke Uchiha knows that there are plenty of things in life
you can run from, but Mother Nature is not one of them.
Instead he braces himself and pulls his cloak tighter around
him, turning back toward his path as he begins to walk again—there’s no point
in running when the downpour will be upon him in minutes.
A noise just ahead of him quickly alerts himself to the fact
that he is not alone in these woods. He feels foolish as he opens a hand,
holding it over the handle of his katana. The fact that the thunder distracted
him this much is unacceptable and his mood immediately sours.
It takes only seconds before a group of shinobi emerge from
the woods, laughing among one another as they step directly into his path.
In the moment it takes for them to realize that they’ve
nearly run into another shinobi, Sasuke has already studied them all, head to
toe, lone sharingan red and blazing as he memorizes everything about them.
There are four of them in their party; all men who lack
headbands but who carry themselves with the confidence and grace of a group of
shinobi proudly finished with a mission. Sasuke doesn’t know what they were
talking about just before they emerged from the thick woods and in front of
him, but they were speaking with a laid-back attitude about them. A couple of
them are grinning, and one man laughs openly.
Each of them are dressed head to toe in an off-white color,
mostly fitted gear with pearlescent armor plating their chests and backs. Two
of them have swords, one of them has only kunai strapped to his body, and the
fourth is armed with only what lies in the bag on his back.
Sasuke memorizes it all in a fraction of a second: hair
color, eye color, height and even face shape. He recognizes none of these men
but now he knows that if he ever comes across one of them again, he’ll be
aware.
It’s always easiest for him to simply trap the various
shinobi he stumbles across in a genjutsu—no matter whether they are enemies or
allies—just in case, so that’s what he does. The smiles haven’t even fallen
from their faces before he has them trapped in a world of his own creation as
they meet his eyes.
Their forms still as reality slips away from them and for a
moment Sasuke sizes them up. They look like they’re part some elite-level
organization and the lack of headbands strapped to their heads strikes him as a
little odd. Especially in the Land of Lightning, where Kumokagure’s shinobi are
known for their ego and would never go without their hitai-ate.
He resolves to let them out of the genjutsu after he travels
about another kilometer up the road—it’ll give him enough time to get off their
radar and by the time the genjutsu releases the storm will likely be upon them.
It’s a little inconveniencing for the group of shinobi, but Sasuke doesn’t feel
too bad about it.
A little rain never hurt anyone.
He doesn’t turn his back to them even as he passes, circling
around them swiftly even as their forms remain motionless, their minds captured
by his jutsu.
That’s when he sees it.
The backpack on the fourth shinobi shifts, ever so slightly.
Sasuke grips his katana and unsheathes it slightly, lowering his stance and
preparing himself for anything.
But when he hears a tiny voice begin to cry—the noise so
soft it hardly carries over the thunder rolling toward them—he freezes.
some people get upset when their favorite characters die meanwhile I love fighting rykard because he has become an out of control grotesque abomination wrought by his own greed and hubris who needs to be slain in glorious battle while I revel at his monstrous yet awe inspiring displays of power. much like dragons and dragonslayers in tales of olde. you wouldn’t get it
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what they want: their republican president to do a deep clean of the government and, in essence, turn it into a conservative stronghold. they want to flood the government with republicans. (source) (source) what they will do with this power includes:
criminalize being lgbtq+ (source) (the entirety of promise #1 in the book is about this. you can read it)
nationwide abortion ban
basically getting rid of anything they don’t like. see below
why this matters: a couple months ago, i would’ve thought they could never pull it off. but now, anti-lgbtq+ legislation has only been growing. and if you think you’re safe in a blue state,
you’re not
I just found out about Project 2025 the other day and it’s fucking terrifying. I don’t care if I get put on a list, every single person behind this needs to meet a firing squad because they are an extreme and present threat to democracy and every American’s liberty.
VOTE BLUE NO MATTER WHO IN 2024, I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE THE DEMS ARE WHEN REPUBLICANS ARE TRYING TO INSTALL THE FOURTH REICH
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