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video; un: taka [ memory share ]
[ happier memory ]
[ It starts off with a stupid looking twelve year old blond kid in an orange jump suit turning towards a twelve year old Sasuke and Sakura, his eyes narrowed mischievously. ]
Hey... Don't you wanna see it? It's about time...
What?
You know what I'm talking about! Kakashi-sensei's... real face!
[ Naruto had gotten right up into Sakura's face, and she gasps, punching him on reflex. ]
What's the matter with you?!
[ Sasuke turns away from them both, rolling his eyes. ]
This is stupid. Count me out.
Yeah, you're probably right...
What if he has lips like a blimp?
[ Sasuke freezes in his foot steps. He pictures their sensei, his mask covered face, his hand lifting to pull it down and revealing a huge, bulging set of red lips. It's...disgustingly hilarious. ]
Or maybe... buck teeth!
[ The image of Kakashi with big lips is replaced by one with insanely large teeth, the kind of exaggeration only children can make in their imaginations. It is... possibly the stupidest thing that could break his resolve, and yet...
Sasuke turns back around, folding his arms over his chest. He's reluctantly agreeing and the three start to hash out their plan. The memory unfolds to show them trying to repeatedly get Kakashi to reveal his face in some way; they treat him to ramen, the three of them watching intensely, only to have their friends block their view and Kakashi's mask is pulled back up before they can get them to move. They try to serve them tea, but Naruto spills it and Kakashi blocks it by yanking up a table with all the snacks on it, ruining any chance that he'll have to remove his mask to eat. Sasuke and Naruto sneak into a bath house, figuring he has to take off his mask in there, but Kakashi emerges with a towel covering his face where the mask should be. They even pose as rogue ninja to try and attack him and pull his mask down in a fight, but Kakashi overpowers them easily.
And, strangely enough, they end up revealing actual ninja who were there to hurt Kakashi, foiling their plan by being idiots but making it look like they saw right through the ninjas well-thought out plan.
It's not until they're all in front of him for another mission that they finally do something smart: they ask. ]
You want to know what's behind my mask?
Will you show us?
Sure, I don't mind.
[ The three of them are at full attention, each anxiously staring as Kakashi lifts his hand to pull his mask down. It feels agonizingly slow, each kid picturing what's going to come next, before he finally reveals... ]
It's another mask! Pretty cool, huh?
[ The three of them collapse on the ground and thank God this memory finally comes to an end. ]
[ worst memory]
[ CWs: mass murder, parent death, mental torture, ptsd, violence ]
[ The memory cuts in as a seven year old Sasuke wakes in a room that's sterile and white, a curtain pulled around his bed. The hospital. He pulls himself up, not entirely sure what's going on at first. Walking into the halls, he can hear the nurses gossip, reminding him of the very thing he's in here for. ]
That boy was the only one who survived the massacre.
Someone said he has an older brother. Is that right?
He does, but no one knows where he is right now.
I can't believe it. That the elite Uchiha clan could just be...
[ Sasuke bolts from the hospital hall before the conversation can finish, running through the streets of Konoha until he reaches the entrance to the part of town where his clan had been banished too. There's police tape across the gate, tape he stares at, but ignores as he finally ducks underneath, just wanting to go home.
There's a moment where he thinks he sees his Aunt and Uncle greeting him, their hands raised to wave him back after a long day at school. But the image goes static, blurs, before disappearing entirely. In its place is just blood soaked gravel and dirt. Sasuke feels like he's been kicked in the stomach, and as if to emphasize the mood, it starts to rain.
He walks through the still blood soaked streets towards his home, memories flooding his head as he goes.
Good morning, Sasuke! Heading off to school now, are you? I saw your brother earlier. He's grown into such a man. He's an excellent shinobi, isn't he? ... That boy is the pride of the Uchiha clan, no doubt about it.
Sasuke stops and stares at his family crest painted on the wall, cracked and broken from where a kunai had been thrown into the rock. It's the crest just outside his own house. He pushes open the sliding door, staring at his empty house like he doesn't quite get why it's so dark. He walks inside, and an image of his mother invades his head.
Sasuke-kun, welcome home.
He takes his shoes off out of habit before walking through the rest of the home. He thinks he sees his father, but he vanishes like a ghost, just like the others. There's a bang from the kitchen and Sasuke bolts for it, his heart filled with hope. ]
Mom?!
[ His heart sinks when he sees it's just a cat eating the scraps. He leaves the room without another word, heading to the main room. There's still blood sprayed across the floor, the chalk outline of his parents bodies on the ground. He sinks to his knees beside them, the image of their bloodied corpses stuck in his head, and his brother, Itachi, standing over them.
Foolish little brother... There's a memory of himself in an illusion, standing in the same streets he just walked down, watching as his brother kills their clan, as the bodies fall in front of him, and he screams, begging for it to end.
The memory fades and Sasuke's still sitting in the same, empty room, kneeling in the dried blood stains, staring at them with empty eyes. His brother's voice echoes in his head once more.
At present, you are not worth killing. ... If you want to kill me, despise me, hate me, and live a loathsome life... Run away.
He feels tears stinging his eyes, before they start to come in waves, and he finally lets himself cry. ]
. . .
[ Sasuke should say something, right? Acknowledge that this just got blasted everywhere?
But instead he sighs in irritation and goes to toss his Omni into the ocean. It'll come back. But it at least made him feel better for now. ]
[ It starts off with a stupid looking twelve year old blond kid in an orange jump suit turning towards a twelve year old Sasuke and Sakura, his eyes narrowed mischievously. ]
Hey... Don't you wanna see it? It's about time...
What?
You know what I'm talking about! Kakashi-sensei's... real face!
[ Naruto had gotten right up into Sakura's face, and she gasps, punching him on reflex. ]
What's the matter with you?!
[ Sasuke turns away from them both, rolling his eyes. ]
This is stupid. Count me out.
Yeah, you're probably right...
What if he has lips like a blimp?
[ Sasuke freezes in his foot steps. He pictures their sensei, his mask covered face, his hand lifting to pull it down and revealing a huge, bulging set of red lips. It's...disgustingly hilarious. ]
Or maybe... buck teeth!
[ The image of Kakashi with big lips is replaced by one with insanely large teeth, the kind of exaggeration only children can make in their imaginations. It is... possibly the stupidest thing that could break his resolve, and yet...
Sasuke turns back around, folding his arms over his chest. He's reluctantly agreeing and the three start to hash out their plan. The memory unfolds to show them trying to repeatedly get Kakashi to reveal his face in some way; they treat him to ramen, the three of them watching intensely, only to have their friends block their view and Kakashi's mask is pulled back up before they can get them to move. They try to serve them tea, but Naruto spills it and Kakashi blocks it by yanking up a table with all the snacks on it, ruining any chance that he'll have to remove his mask to eat. Sasuke and Naruto sneak into a bath house, figuring he has to take off his mask in there, but Kakashi emerges with a towel covering his face where the mask should be. They even pose as rogue ninja to try and attack him and pull his mask down in a fight, but Kakashi overpowers them easily.
And, strangely enough, they end up revealing actual ninja who were there to hurt Kakashi, foiling their plan by being idiots but making it look like they saw right through the ninjas well-thought out plan.
It's not until they're all in front of him for another mission that they finally do something smart: they ask. ]
You want to know what's behind my mask?
Will you show us?
Sure, I don't mind.
[ The three of them are at full attention, each anxiously staring as Kakashi lifts his hand to pull his mask down. It feels agonizingly slow, each kid picturing what's going to come next, before he finally reveals... ]
It's another mask! Pretty cool, huh?
[ The three of them collapse on the ground and thank God this memory finally comes to an end. ]
[ worst memory]
[ CWs: mass murder, parent death, mental torture, ptsd, violence ]
[ The memory cuts in as a seven year old Sasuke wakes in a room that's sterile and white, a curtain pulled around his bed. The hospital. He pulls himself up, not entirely sure what's going on at first. Walking into the halls, he can hear the nurses gossip, reminding him of the very thing he's in here for. ]
That boy was the only one who survived the massacre.
Someone said he has an older brother. Is that right?
He does, but no one knows where he is right now.
I can't believe it. That the elite Uchiha clan could just be...
[ Sasuke bolts from the hospital hall before the conversation can finish, running through the streets of Konoha until he reaches the entrance to the part of town where his clan had been banished too. There's police tape across the gate, tape he stares at, but ignores as he finally ducks underneath, just wanting to go home.
There's a moment where he thinks he sees his Aunt and Uncle greeting him, their hands raised to wave him back after a long day at school. But the image goes static, blurs, before disappearing entirely. In its place is just blood soaked gravel and dirt. Sasuke feels like he's been kicked in the stomach, and as if to emphasize the mood, it starts to rain.
He walks through the still blood soaked streets towards his home, memories flooding his head as he goes.
Good morning, Sasuke! Heading off to school now, are you? I saw your brother earlier. He's grown into such a man. He's an excellent shinobi, isn't he? ... That boy is the pride of the Uchiha clan, no doubt about it.
Sasuke stops and stares at his family crest painted on the wall, cracked and broken from where a kunai had been thrown into the rock. It's the crest just outside his own house. He pushes open the sliding door, staring at his empty house like he doesn't quite get why it's so dark. He walks inside, and an image of his mother invades his head.
Sasuke-kun, welcome home.
He takes his shoes off out of habit before walking through the rest of the home. He thinks he sees his father, but he vanishes like a ghost, just like the others. There's a bang from the kitchen and Sasuke bolts for it, his heart filled with hope. ]
Mom?!
[ His heart sinks when he sees it's just a cat eating the scraps. He leaves the room without another word, heading to the main room. There's still blood sprayed across the floor, the chalk outline of his parents bodies on the ground. He sinks to his knees beside them, the image of their bloodied corpses stuck in his head, and his brother, Itachi, standing over them.
Foolish little brother... There's a memory of himself in an illusion, standing in the same streets he just walked down, watching as his brother kills their clan, as the bodies fall in front of him, and he screams, begging for it to end.
The memory fades and Sasuke's still sitting in the same, empty room, kneeling in the dried blood stains, staring at them with empty eyes. His brother's voice echoes in his head once more.
At present, you are not worth killing. ... If you want to kill me, despise me, hate me, and live a loathsome life... Run away.
He feels tears stinging his eyes, before they start to come in waves, and he finally lets himself cry. ]
. . .
[ Sasuke should say something, right? Acknowledge that this just got blasted everywhere?
But instead he sighs in irritation and goes to toss his Omni into the ocean. It'll come back. But it at least made him feel better for now. ]
cw: oppression, bigotry
Rubbing his forehead, he lets out a small sigh. It's not of irritation, at least not with her. He knows it'll sound like a mess no matter how he phrases it. ]
I know it... doesn't look like it, but Itachi was trying to protect our village. And me. He was apart of an elite team of shinobi known as the ANBU. Their leader... was one of the heads of the village, and he convinced the Third Hokage that our family was a danger to Konoha. Our kekkai genkai—an inherited ocular power known as the Sharingan, the red eye you've seen me with before—it could control a dangerous beast that attacked the village. They were convinced that the Uchiha had orchestrated the attack because of that. They forced our clan to live in the outskirts of the village because of it and everyone feared us. We were treated with disdain and eventually, there was talk of revolting.
The leader of the ANBU told Itachi that if the Uchiha decided to stage a revolt, there would be countless lives lost on both sides. To avoid it, the ANBU were going to wipe out our entire clan. He told him that he could either carry it out himself and get permission to spare my life, or he could refuse and both he and I would be killed alongside the rest of the Uchiha.
He... chose me. He chose to protect Konoha.
cw: oppression, bigotry
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Your brother...he must have really loved you. So much.
...and. As crazy as it sounds? I can relate.
Kinda.
Granted, my mother's father stopped at killing my mother's mother and backhanding me across the room, but. I know what it's like. To have family want to protect you more than they do themselves.
[and she is doing her level damnedness to not start bawling, but. she is anyway. so that's a thing which is happening.
that, and she'd very much like to find the ANBU who gave Sasuke's brother that order and feed them their teeth.
that's probably not as noticeable]
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He must have really loved you.
Sasuke ducks his head, his jaw shaking for a second, before he clenches it to keep himself emotionally under control again. It's hard, when he can see how emotional she is over the whole thing, but he manages. ]
Yes. He did.
Please don't cry. [ This isn't said in a way that people do when they're trying to comfort. Mostly it makes him feel awkward. ] Things... worked out for the best. In the end. [ Sort of. ]
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she opens her mouth to apologize profusely because he's her best friend and she'd never want to hurt him when he speaks]
...oh.
[she tries to get a grip on herself emotionally. she used to be better at it than this] Really? I'm--I'm so glad.
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[ Sasuke isn't sure it's 100% the way he wants it to be, but Itachi's wishes for his life have apparently always been more important. ]
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Ah. [a pause] Are there such things as happy endings?
[there was a time when she would have said yes without hesitation, but she's seen too much and been through too much to believe that anymore]
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I suppose it depends on how you define a happy ending. Maybe not a perfect ending, like in the stories. But... an ending where people can be happy seems like something achievable.
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...that's--that's not exactly happy. Maybe more like bittersweet? That covers both the good and the bad.
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Does a happy ending have to only be good?
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Generally. At least in my world. There's the occasional tragedy, but those seem to be consumed in small doses.
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(CW: blood, depression)
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