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Possibly unbeta'd, I can't remember, wrote it a while a go.
Title: Untitled
Author: Gatty
Rating: PG for angst
Parings: SasuNaruSasu if you squint and read everything with a heavy paring bias, which I do.
Summary: He wondered if Sasuke had got bored of thinking yet. Or gone mad with it
Theme: #29 locks
Sasuke’s hair had grown. The strange flick at the back was damped down by its own weight and fell scruffily around his collar now, instead. At the front, it fell like shutters over his eyes, hiding every thought.
Naruto wondered how much he thought these days, anyway. Stuck in that small cell, he had all the time in the world to think. He wondered if Sasuke had got bored of thinking yet. Or gone mad with it. Naruto was sure that if he were trapped in like that, he’d lose his mind in hours. He watched Sasuke pace, sometimes, vaguely, from one end of the cell to another, then making a rough circumference before falling back down onto the bed that was the only furniture on Sasuke’s side of the bars.
Not looking like Kyuubi in his cage, Naruto told himself. Kyuubi always looked more restless. More feral, more desperate. Sasuke merely looked as if there were simply no reason to be still, so he moved lifeless around the little box he could call his own.
He didn’t pay attention to other people in the room, either, unless they were talking to him. Then he nodded or shook his head. He didn’t speak much either these days. When he’d first been there, Naruto had tried to talk to his old team mate. Sasuke had looked out of the high window most of the time, his hair half falling over his face, blocking it from Naruto’s view.
Naruto had stopped trying after a while. Sakura still made weekly visits. Naruto didn’t see the point. Sasuke had barred himself off from everything, everyone. There was nothing off him there to talk to. Or else he had completely lost his mind. Naruto thought it was a little of both. But hadn’t they all lost some – or most – of themselves in this war?
Sakura came in one morning, while Naruto was sitting in the shadows of the room watching Sasuke pace, through the bars of the cell, holding a pair of scissors. She let herself in with a key that she tossed back to Naruto after locking the door behind herself.
“I’ve come to cut your hair,” she explained. “Sit down.”
Slowly, he did.
Sakura hovered in front of him. “Have you looking back more yourself in no time.”
Sasuke stared at her, then looked away out of the window.
“Right,” she said to herself, moving round to stand behind him.
She began to cut, locks of black hair, slightly greasy and slightly tangled, fell to the floor. It didn’t stand up at the back properly as it had done before, the cheep shampoo of the prison showers leaving it flat and limp.
Moving round, she began trimming the hair that fell over his eyes. As the strands dropped, catching on his folded legs, Naruto found himself looking into Sasuke’s eyes that were trained keenly on him, with an odd expression of resentment and almost hunger.
“There. All back to normal.”
64damn_prompts.Possibly unbeta'd, I can't remember, wrote it a while a go.
Title: Untitled
Author: Gatty
Rating: PG for angst
Parings: SasuNaruSasu if you squint and read everything with a heavy paring bias, which I do.
Summary: He wondered if Sasuke had got bored of thinking yet. Or gone mad with it
Theme: #29 locks
Sasuke’s hair had grown. The strange flick at the back was damped down by its own weight and fell scruffily around his collar now, instead. At the front, it fell like shutters over his eyes, hiding every thought.
Naruto wondered how much he thought these days, anyway. Stuck in that small cell, he had all the time in the world to think. He wondered if Sasuke had got bored of thinking yet. Or gone mad with it. Naruto was sure that if he were trapped in like that, he’d lose his mind in hours. He watched Sasuke pace, sometimes, vaguely, from one end of the cell to another, then making a rough circumference before falling back down onto the bed that was the only furniture on Sasuke’s side of the bars.
Not looking like Kyuubi in his cage, Naruto told himself. Kyuubi always looked more restless. More feral, more desperate. Sasuke merely looked as if there were simply no reason to be still, so he moved lifeless around the little box he could call his own.
He didn’t pay attention to other people in the room, either, unless they were talking to him. Then he nodded or shook his head. He didn’t speak much either these days. When he’d first been there, Naruto had tried to talk to his old team mate. Sasuke had looked out of the high window most of the time, his hair half falling over his face, blocking it from Naruto’s view.
Naruto had stopped trying after a while. Sakura still made weekly visits. Naruto didn’t see the point. Sasuke had barred himself off from everything, everyone. There was nothing off him there to talk to. Or else he had completely lost his mind. Naruto thought it was a little of both. But hadn’t they all lost some – or most – of themselves in this war?
Sakura came in one morning, while Naruto was sitting in the shadows of the room watching Sasuke pace, through the bars of the cell, holding a pair of scissors. She let herself in with a key that she tossed back to Naruto after locking the door behind herself.
“I’ve come to cut your hair,” she explained. “Sit down.”
Slowly, he did.
Sakura hovered in front of him. “Have you looking back more yourself in no time.”
Sasuke stared at her, then looked away out of the window.
“Right,” she said to herself, moving round to stand behind him.
She began to cut, locks of black hair, slightly greasy and slightly tangled, fell to the floor. It didn’t stand up at the back properly as it had done before, the cheep shampoo of the prison showers leaving it flat and limp.
Moving round, she began trimming the hair that fell over his eyes. As the strands dropped, catching on his folded legs, Naruto found himself looking into Sasuke’s eyes that were trained keenly on him, with an odd expression of resentment and almost hunger.
“There. All back to normal.”