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A 'What If' starting from the premise of Itachi's apparent demise at the hands of a rebel group attempting to overthrow the established shinobi system. Sasuke is quickly blackmailed into joining and thrust into a world of politics and hard choices, only to discover that his world is made of many threads and choices he could have never foreseen. Featuring the authors love of world building, deeply maladjusted protagonists and politics.
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- Part 1 of Hollow Moon
- Part 10 of sazzafraz primer
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Cool
Very long
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liked it, I would have liked it even more if sasuke was a more active person in politics but I think its coherent that he isn't in the end
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a bit confusing if english is not your first language, but still very good
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There are a million ways to get inside this house, there’s nowhere to hide, the way to her personal chamber is clear and unguarded. No traps, no seals, no watchers.
It’s clearly the house of a woman who fears little.***
Illuminated in the light of the lone flickering candle, bundled in odd cloth and grime, Kabuto looks faceless and formless. His skin has no color, his hair is limp, his eyes are turned completely inward searching himself for an some answer, some lodestone for the next leg of his journey. He looks like an orphaned version of himself. Sasuke has a brief moment of complete self-awareness. He stands above himself and looks down at the length of his hair, the uneven tan on his hands. His own eyes look at his boots, his non-descript travelling coat, the way he is never carrying more than enough money to carry him to the next town. He recognises nothing original, nothing remarkable. He’s as interchangeable as any soldier capable of swapping hands at a moment's notice. Many tools, many masks, many uses. He realises that that shifting formlessness is as much a part of him as his burning rage. It forms him just as fully.
In a breath Sasuke is inside himself again, thoughts of form and make completely wiped away.
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knowing that Karin went home. That Juugo is happy. That even though Suigetsu can no longer kill on a whim, he can free others and be free himself. His first complex thoughts about what it means to truly seek power start with Orochimaru. It’s the legacy of their first meeting.
A better legacy, in some ways, than what his family has left him.
No. Not better. Easier to live with. The weight of one man versus an entire family of ghosts.
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In the years since he left very few of Orochimaru’s personal views truly stuck but one of them was the quick kill. Sever the bond as quickly as possible to save yourself the energy of second guessing. When he’s thought to interrogate it Sasuke’s pretty sure it was Orochimaru’s version of genuine kindness. Every great shinobi will kill something they love at some point.
Sakura’s eyes are harder now. Maybe she knows that too.
I have no idea what you like, I have no idea what pisses you off, I have no idea what makes you a person.
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Karin tilts her head. And of course it would be now, at the possible end of the world, that he would realise that he could love her. Not with the passion he feels from one brush of Naruto’s fingers but with the surety of the ocean. Here is someone who sees him even when he can’t see himself. He doesn’t love her and is more than sure that the path is closed now, but he could have.
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With a startled laugh he realises that the Uchiha clan, in what little way it exists, is a lesser clan. They hold no titles, little land and less respect. He prods that. There is hurt and shame and a weariness that feels stamped on his bones but he is done paying for the choices of his forebears. Let it be dead. There is no shame in trench work. Let pride be done with
He looks forward and finds the horizon a shade lighter than it should be, maybe.
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Anger is just love, left out, gone to vinegar. And forgiveness is water in the home river, looped around their joined hands. Oh, the things they could have been. Winding roads that have no end. But this is what they are. A man who burnt out the last of his family legacy on a battlefield, made lame by his love of poetry and music, with no weapons to raise that aren’t words. A once orphan who still holds the slipping strings of fate in his hands; the Will of Fire as it should have been. Too many dreams that came true in a way that means they will never be the same again.
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True, he keeps all his memories behind his eyes where they can’t be touched by time, but these ones he pins on to a board near the front door that houses notes to him, to the cats, to the myriad of children living between his house, the Hyuuga’s and the Inuzuka. One day it will spread up the walls, up the stairs and further beyond before it will fade out again. The children will grow up and go different ways and Sasuke’s house will be somewhere they spent time long ago. That’s the fate of family: to leave, to return, to be a vast thing that goes vast distances but calls only one place home. But until then, until this well spring of hope falls fallow, let them live outside the preservation of any sharingan.
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insanely underrated
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