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[Aug 29] [Naruto] the Succubus
Title: the Succubus
Day/Theme: August 29 / Hatred is holy
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Sasuke, sasusaku-ish
Rating: PG-13 for what is implied
14:15 082905
The succubus broke its stifling embrace about his chest and coalesced with night, leaving lingering about him a chill that steeped deep into his soul. He could breath again, albeit in gasps, and he sucked in air liberally, occupied by nothing else. Muscles starting to relax from their cordon-thick tension, he let his limbs fall slack, vaguely aware of the sheen coating his body, of the icky sort of stickiness. His head cleared gradually, taking hold of the deceleration of his heartbeat as it slid into a placid walk.
Being Orochimaru's favorite had its perks. He had such things as privacy. Otherwise---
He hissed in sudden anger.
Damn her!
Wrathfully, he knocked aside the bedclothes and sat up in his futon.
She was the spawn of hell. An aberration in his system.
His aberration.
I will save you, her green eyes promised. Hypocrite! Underhanded in her ways, she was out to destroy him. She hounded him, even in thoughts, had unwittingly dealt the first blow----and second and third and fourth... It had to be deliberate. It had to be psychological warfare; she had always been brilliant in those sort of bookish things, must have learned to stock her arsenal with such wiles.
She just stood there when they met for the first time in years. Infinite sadness, perfectly performed, masked her bitter hatred of him. And all noble, she stood there to meet him, as if ready to take him in combat. She had grown then----who had nurtured her into this? Who?
One was inspired to transcend like that. To gain that much power----oh, yes, he felt it, latent then as it was, she was prepared to wield it against him----required a holy sort of drive. Like vengeance, yes, it was the only reason he even lived. That dobe he expected, of course, to surface somewhere along the way to interfere with his calling again. But her...
He was the avenger, his power came from justice and retribution. He had religiously thwarted all else that mattered, would have mattered: loyalty and friendship, the idealistic notions of morality. Oh, he knew right from wrong. He knew he had sold his soul for this. And for the first time in years, he was faltering again, shying from his destiny, even if it's just in form of tiny gnawing obsessions that plagued his consciousness.
Did she think he would ignore her, underestimate her? Well, he would hunt her down. She would pay. He would rend her, tear her apart. She could not mock him like that, could not dare challenge him and not expect him to rise in answer.
His brain, still shrouded by exhilaration, paused to digest that last thought. Fleetingly, images flickered in his mind, images of things he had forgotten, things he was programmed to forget until he hit some cursed age and then again---
Rise in answer? He practically shrieked to himself inwardly. Rise in answer!? What kind of a fucked-up pun was that?
And Sasuke viciously punched the mattress, fervently cursing the passage of time.
The avenger was corrupted.
~21:58
Day/Theme: August 29 / Hatred is holy
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Sasuke, sasusaku-ish
Rating: PG-13 for what is implied
14:15 082905
The succubus broke its stifling embrace about his chest and coalesced with night, leaving lingering about him a chill that steeped deep into his soul. He could breath again, albeit in gasps, and he sucked in air liberally, occupied by nothing else. Muscles starting to relax from their cordon-thick tension, he let his limbs fall slack, vaguely aware of the sheen coating his body, of the icky sort of stickiness. His head cleared gradually, taking hold of the deceleration of his heartbeat as it slid into a placid walk.
Being Orochimaru's favorite had its perks. He had such things as privacy. Otherwise---
He hissed in sudden anger.
Damn her!
Wrathfully, he knocked aside the bedclothes and sat up in his futon.
She was the spawn of hell. An aberration in his system.
His aberration.
I will save you, her green eyes promised. Hypocrite! Underhanded in her ways, she was out to destroy him. She hounded him, even in thoughts, had unwittingly dealt the first blow----and second and third and fourth... It had to be deliberate. It had to be psychological warfare; she had always been brilliant in those sort of bookish things, must have learned to stock her arsenal with such wiles.
She just stood there when they met for the first time in years. Infinite sadness, perfectly performed, masked her bitter hatred of him. And all noble, she stood there to meet him, as if ready to take him in combat. She had grown then----who had nurtured her into this? Who?
One was inspired to transcend like that. To gain that much power----oh, yes, he felt it, latent then as it was, she was prepared to wield it against him----required a holy sort of drive. Like vengeance, yes, it was the only reason he even lived. That dobe he expected, of course, to surface somewhere along the way to interfere with his calling again. But her...
He was the avenger, his power came from justice and retribution. He had religiously thwarted all else that mattered, would have mattered: loyalty and friendship, the idealistic notions of morality. Oh, he knew right from wrong. He knew he had sold his soul for this. And for the first time in years, he was faltering again, shying from his destiny, even if it's just in form of tiny gnawing obsessions that plagued his consciousness.
Did she think he would ignore her, underestimate her? Well, he would hunt her down. She would pay. He would rend her, tear her apart. She could not mock him like that, could not dare challenge him and not expect him to rise in answer.
His brain, still shrouded by exhilaration, paused to digest that last thought. Fleetingly, images flickered in his mind, images of things he had forgotten, things he was programmed to forget until he hit some cursed age and then again---
Rise in answer? He practically shrieked to himself inwardly. Rise in answer!? What kind of a fucked-up pun was that?
And Sasuke viciously punched the mattress, fervently cursing the passage of time.
The avenger was corrupted.
~21:58