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FIC: Fractured [SasuSaku] 2/?
Title: Fractured
Author: Cella [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Sasuke (OMG, NOWAI)
Rating: Teen+ (for now)
Summary: The road to redemption is long and tedious. In company or alone, it seemed he was forced to take it. SAKURA. SASUKE. Or how to make a jerk feel again.
Spoilers: Everything in the manga.
A/N: Dedicated toits_game_time, the first person in this world capable of making me love SasuSaku. This will never be as good as our rps, honey, but I’ll sure as hell try. || Inspired by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_breathtakes. || Additional comments: the most un-dramatic, un-angsty, un-depressing Sasuke trial ever written, I think. I swear I laughed myself silly writing it. I still hope it retains a bit of seriousness, though. Explanations on Sakura’s harsh attitude will arrive soon, don’t worry!
Theme used: 2. sun on your face
Fractured
part two. Trials
So this, Sasuke reckoned, was what judgement day must’ve felt like for all the weak morons he’d killed (his brother not included, as his brother was a weak bastard, and nothing of a moron at all). Huh. Being tied to a chair by ropes and placed in the middle of the fighting arena of Konoha? Being stared at by all the village’s population, by all the people he had betrayed—though in retrospect, what harm had he done, really, to the baker of the village? He hadn’t killed his family, or left him asleep on a bench, so what was with all the fucking death glares he was getting? The civilians were here out of pure morbidity, and the shinobi were here because the Ninja Code declared that ‘all-must-hate-upon-traitors’. Being shouted at, scorned, and really all that was missing here would be tomatoes thrown around—though that particular thought spurned his hunger rather than his displeasure—the arena. All those factors were absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of Sakura’s hand gripping his shoulder from her seat behind him, and Naruto’s shit-eating grin practically in his face.
“You’ll get absolved, ya’ll see. I put in a good word with Tsunade-baa—“
“Naruto,” Sakura calmly interrupted.
“—and she can’t deny me anything, because I’m her favourite, ya know? That’ll save your scrawny, skinny, ugly ass, teme, so you better start with the sucking-up as of now—“
“Naruto,” Sakura patiently growled—and her fingers dug deeper into Sasuke’s shoulder. (‘Ow,’ he vaguely recalled thinking.)
“—bet you never thought my charm’d be the thing saving you from death, did you, teme? Fuckin’ moron running out on us like that, lucky we even came after you—“
“I never asked that you do so,” Sasuke calmly supplied, but Naruto didn’t hear. Sakura did, and her grip tightened again. (’What is she, my guardian or the hired torture expert?’ he thought.)
“—all that time, all that running, well it better be worth it, bastard, ‘cause we sure as fuck went through hell for you, and if you don’t do the best possible and redeem yourself and what other shit—“
“Naruto,” Sakura sighed.
“—I’ll personally hang you upside-down from the Third’s nose for two weeks, with no food, and if the crows come to pick at your heart, all the better, since you broke poor Sakura-chan’s hea—“
“NARUTO!” Sakura barked, topped with a punch to the blond’s head.
“—ow ow ow! What, what, Sakura-chan?!” the other man sputtered, hanging onto his head comically.
“The Council is ready,” Sakura informed him, pointing towards where Tsunade, flanked by a dozen of old people with not enough hobbies, was standing, looking at them amusedly. (Just Tsunade, not the old people. Those, Sasuke reasoned, looked all too aghast at the Uchiha’s forced return.) “Moron,” Sakura added in a muttered side-thought.
“S-sorry, Tsunade-b--Hokage-san!” Naruto loudly proclaimed, and then retreated behind Sasuke’s chair, at Sakura’s side.
“Well,” Tsunade started, drawing her eyes to stare sharply at the last Uchiha. “I don’t think there’s anything else needed to be said that Naruto hasn’t so eloquently put in words just now. So, let’s begin, shall we?”
The next half an hour was confuse and boring. It basically consisted of a list of all of Sasuke’s crimes, from childhood up till now—really, that in sixteen years of living he could’ve done that many bad things to Konoha was surprising, and they hadn’t even started with the crimes post his leave. During all this time Sasuke tried hard not to sigh at every one of the crimes listed—they were all petty. Who the hell remembered that cat whose tail he’d wrangled before returning it to her owner, anyway? Were people honestly that bored? He’d been fuckin’ five, for hell’s sake!
During this process, the Council members wrinkled their old little noses at him, and pursed their old mouths at him, and Sasuke wished his sword wasn’t placed on Sakura’s back, or he’d have—or better not, because then, there’d go his salvation and all. He was beginning to question why the hell he’d wanted it, now. Aside from being forcefully dragged ‘back home’, on a leash, having his pride shattered by a girl, and having Naruto laugh about it in his face, there had been nothing calling him back to Konoha. So he took the trial with a sour face and an even sourer disposition, not even acknowledging the fact that the verdict was being passed until Sakura’s fingers almost broke his shoulder.
“Will you stop that?” he muttered angrily.
“Shut up and pay attention,” she muttered back.
“Therefore, upon further deliberation, I’ve decided,” the Hokage emphasized the ‘I’ here, giving Sasuke a look that clearly said ‘Council-not-with-me-here-you-better-behave-or-death’, “that Uchiha Sasuke be put on a trial period of one year, in order to asses his loyalty to Konoha, and his right to be re-accepted into the Fire country as a shinobi. During this year, he will be restricted to Konoha’s perimeter, and will not be given missions higher than a D-rank. He shall have ANBU squad members flanking his sides, if the situation requires it, and during all times shall one of his former teammates be at his side, in case he feels the need to escape again. Once this year terminates, his situation shall be re-evaluated. If his behaviour has been nothing but spectacular, he’ll be allowed to take the corresponding Chuunin and Jounin exams, and be re-integrated into the shinobi society.”
A few mutters of disagreement dared to be heard in the crowd, Sakura’s grip on his shoulder was tighter if possible, and Sasuke’s stomach dropped to his feet—a whole year on D-rank missions? Oh, please, even Orochimaru was more benevole—okay, no he wasn’t.
“Thus, until then, Uchiha Sasuke remains relieved of his status as missing-nin, and his S-class criminal rank is dissolved. His status as Konoha’s traitor is temporarily suspended. That is all,” Tsunade finished, and then the crowd was still, she waved them off. “Well, come on you lot, get back to your houses already, show’s over.”
Loyal and obedient, the village's inhabitants slowly seeped out from the arena. Meanwhile, Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto remained still. Sasuke more out of force than anything. Distantly, he could devise that weird-ass Sai, Kakashi, and the Yamato guy, waiting in the sidelines. Apparently, this was going to be some sort of Team 7 moment. Well, Sasuke decided with a soft sigh, here come the tears.
“HELL YEAH! TOLD YOU SO, TEME!” Naruto shouted, jumping up in the air, hitting Sasuke’s shoulder in a friendly pat, and starting to untie his ropes all at the same time, almost.
Sakura, meanwhile, had let go of his shoulder, and planted herself in front of his chair. He looked up, and in a distant corner of his mind, he reflected, the sunlight stroke her face rather oddly. It made her look almost…pretty. Which was impossible, as Sakura was just annoying, not pretty. She was also glaring down at him. Which made him frown, because he’d expected tears, a smile, and a hug. At the very least.
“Welcome back,” she said, smiling sweetly. Ah, there it was. (Across the arena, Sai shivered and muttered “That’s not good” to Yamato.) Her smile. Now the hug and the tears. Only there were no such things, instead, another punch, this time to his jaw. “Asshole,” Sakura lovingly snapped, before turning around and stomping out of there.
“That went well, all things considered,” Naruto said, grinning at Sasuke. “Don’t you think?”
What Sasuke thought, as a matter of fact, was that Naruto obviously need a new brain. But that was nothing new.
Author: Cella [
stereotype_vamp] Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Sasuke (OMG, NOWAI)
Rating: Teen+ (for now)
Summary: The road to redemption is long and tedious. In company or alone, it seemed he was forced to take it. SAKURA. SASUKE. Or how to make a jerk feel again.
Spoilers: Everything in the manga.
A/N: Dedicated to
its_game_time, the first person in this world capable of making me love SasuSaku. This will never be as good as our rps, honey, but I’ll sure as hell try. || Inspired by 30_breathtakes. || Additional comments: the most un-dramatic, un-angsty, un-depressing Sasuke trial ever written, I think. I swear I laughed myself silly writing it. I still hope it retains a bit of seriousness, though. Explanations on Sakura’s harsh attitude will arrive soon, don’t worry!Theme used: 2. sun on your face
part two. Trials
So this, Sasuke reckoned, was what judgement day must’ve felt like for all the weak morons he’d killed (his brother not included, as his brother was a weak bastard, and nothing of a moron at all). Huh. Being tied to a chair by ropes and placed in the middle of the fighting arena of Konoha? Being stared at by all the village’s population, by all the people he had betrayed—though in retrospect, what harm had he done, really, to the baker of the village? He hadn’t killed his family, or left him asleep on a bench, so what was with all the fucking death glares he was getting? The civilians were here out of pure morbidity, and the shinobi were here because the Ninja Code declared that ‘all-must-hate-upon-traitors’. Being shouted at, scorned, and really all that was missing here would be tomatoes thrown around—though that particular thought spurned his hunger rather than his displeasure—the arena. All those factors were absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of Sakura’s hand gripping his shoulder from her seat behind him, and Naruto’s shit-eating grin practically in his face.
“You’ll get absolved, ya’ll see. I put in a good word with Tsunade-baa—“
“Naruto,” Sakura calmly interrupted.
“—and she can’t deny me anything, because I’m her favourite, ya know? That’ll save your scrawny, skinny, ugly ass, teme, so you better start with the sucking-up as of now—“
“Naruto,” Sakura patiently growled—and her fingers dug deeper into Sasuke’s shoulder. (‘Ow,’ he vaguely recalled thinking.)
“—bet you never thought my charm’d be the thing saving you from death, did you, teme? Fuckin’ moron running out on us like that, lucky we even came after you—“
“I never asked that you do so,” Sasuke calmly supplied, but Naruto didn’t hear. Sakura did, and her grip tightened again. (’What is she, my guardian or the hired torture expert?’ he thought.)
“—all that time, all that running, well it better be worth it, bastard, ‘cause we sure as fuck went through hell for you, and if you don’t do the best possible and redeem yourself and what other shit—“
“Naruto,” Sakura sighed.
“—I’ll personally hang you upside-down from the Third’s nose for two weeks, with no food, and if the crows come to pick at your heart, all the better, since you broke poor Sakura-chan’s hea—“
“NARUTO!” Sakura barked, topped with a punch to the blond’s head.
“—ow ow ow! What, what, Sakura-chan?!” the other man sputtered, hanging onto his head comically.
“The Council is ready,” Sakura informed him, pointing towards where Tsunade, flanked by a dozen of old people with not enough hobbies, was standing, looking at them amusedly. (Just Tsunade, not the old people. Those, Sasuke reasoned, looked all too aghast at the Uchiha’s forced return.) “Moron,” Sakura added in a muttered side-thought.
“S-sorry, Tsunade-b--Hokage-san!” Naruto loudly proclaimed, and then retreated behind Sasuke’s chair, at Sakura’s side.
“Well,” Tsunade started, drawing her eyes to stare sharply at the last Uchiha. “I don’t think there’s anything else needed to be said that Naruto hasn’t so eloquently put in words just now. So, let’s begin, shall we?”
The next half an hour was confuse and boring. It basically consisted of a list of all of Sasuke’s crimes, from childhood up till now—really, that in sixteen years of living he could’ve done that many bad things to Konoha was surprising, and they hadn’t even started with the crimes post his leave. During all this time Sasuke tried hard not to sigh at every one of the crimes listed—they were all petty. Who the hell remembered that cat whose tail he’d wrangled before returning it to her owner, anyway? Were people honestly that bored? He’d been fuckin’ five, for hell’s sake!
During this process, the Council members wrinkled their old little noses at him, and pursed their old mouths at him, and Sasuke wished his sword wasn’t placed on Sakura’s back, or he’d have—or better not, because then, there’d go his salvation and all. He was beginning to question why the hell he’d wanted it, now. Aside from being forcefully dragged ‘back home’, on a leash, having his pride shattered by a girl, and having Naruto laugh about it in his face, there had been nothing calling him back to Konoha. So he took the trial with a sour face and an even sourer disposition, not even acknowledging the fact that the verdict was being passed until Sakura’s fingers almost broke his shoulder.
“Will you stop that?” he muttered angrily.
“Shut up and pay attention,” she muttered back.
“Therefore, upon further deliberation, I’ve decided,” the Hokage emphasized the ‘I’ here, giving Sasuke a look that clearly said ‘Council-not-with-me-here-you-better-behave-or-death’, “that Uchiha Sasuke be put on a trial period of one year, in order to asses his loyalty to Konoha, and his right to be re-accepted into the Fire country as a shinobi. During this year, he will be restricted to Konoha’s perimeter, and will not be given missions higher than a D-rank. He shall have ANBU squad members flanking his sides, if the situation requires it, and during all times shall one of his former teammates be at his side, in case he feels the need to escape again. Once this year terminates, his situation shall be re-evaluated. If his behaviour has been nothing but spectacular, he’ll be allowed to take the corresponding Chuunin and Jounin exams, and be re-integrated into the shinobi society.”
A few mutters of disagreement dared to be heard in the crowd, Sakura’s grip on his shoulder was tighter if possible, and Sasuke’s stomach dropped to his feet—a whole year on D-rank missions? Oh, please, even Orochimaru was more benevole—okay, no he wasn’t.
“Thus, until then, Uchiha Sasuke remains relieved of his status as missing-nin, and his S-class criminal rank is dissolved. His status as Konoha’s traitor is temporarily suspended. That is all,” Tsunade finished, and then the crowd was still, she waved them off. “Well, come on you lot, get back to your houses already, show’s over.”
Loyal and obedient, the village's inhabitants slowly seeped out from the arena. Meanwhile, Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto remained still. Sasuke more out of force than anything. Distantly, he could devise that weird-ass Sai, Kakashi, and the Yamato guy, waiting in the sidelines. Apparently, this was going to be some sort of Team 7 moment. Well, Sasuke decided with a soft sigh, here come the tears.
“HELL YEAH! TOLD YOU SO, TEME!” Naruto shouted, jumping up in the air, hitting Sasuke’s shoulder in a friendly pat, and starting to untie his ropes all at the same time, almost.
Sakura, meanwhile, had let go of his shoulder, and planted herself in front of his chair. He looked up, and in a distant corner of his mind, he reflected, the sunlight stroke her face rather oddly. It made her look almost…pretty. Which was impossible, as Sakura was just annoying, not pretty. She was also glaring down at him. Which made him frown, because he’d expected tears, a smile, and a hug. At the very least.
“Welcome back,” she said, smiling sweetly. Ah, there it was. (Across the arena, Sai shivered and muttered “That’s not good” to Yamato.) Her smile. Now the hug and the tears. Only there were no such things, instead, another punch, this time to his jaw. “Asshole,” Sakura lovingly snapped, before turning around and stomping out of there.
“That went well, all things considered,” Naruto said, grinning at Sasuke. “Don’t you think?”
What Sasuke thought, as a matter of fact, was that Naruto obviously need a new brain. But that was nothing new.