Silence of the Mojitos
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah. I totally own Naruto. In the same way that I own all the other fandoms I've written in, which is to say not at all. At. All. Ever.
Sarcasm is fun!
A/N: This will be the story that I will end up regretting. This will be story to make me wince every time I think of it. This will be the story I have nightmares about because of the detestable plot. This will also be the story that will never let me live it down if gone unwritten.
Chapter One: Confusion
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First Wave
They shove him. He does nothing. They beat him. He bears it. They starve him, stealing his food, and somehow he survives. They hear him muttering in the corner, half-crazed from the pain of being experimented on, they assume. But oh, no such thing, no such thing. He's as sane as you and me, and thinks with a mind twice as sharp. The nitwits in the prison don't think to check, but his eyes shine bright as any star. They twinkle with hidden secrets and scry into souls with their penetrative gaze.
Suigetsu jabbed the old man. "Dude. What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Quiet! I'm telling the story, ain't I?!"
"Yeah, but you're like, totally screwing it up. What hidden secrets? The only secret I know is that Karin tried to do something to Sasuke a few years ago. And she pays me, like, a truckload every month to keep my mouth shut."
"I said quiet!"
"I said you're screwing it up!"
"Okay. Fine. No hidden secrets."
"Thanks."
"Can I continue?"
"Sure."
The eyes sparkled with mischief and spoke of the truth behind the boy's existence. The truth behind the experiments. The truth behind the prison, the tower, Orochimaru's dark quest, and all that was concealed from the world was locked in the irises of a young lad—
"Oh, from hidden secrets to truths that no one knows. Great job, asswipe."
"SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME TELL THE STORY!!"
"Yes sir." I may have mentioned it before, but let me refresh your memory: Sarcasm is fun.
The days were dark. The nights were horrid. The stench of despair clung to everything. Orochimaru's village was not a happy place. Its prison and the ominous tower where the experiments were conducted — those places were downright soaked in the misery of many.
A scream penetrated the air, renting it with agony. Pain echoed in the halls of the prison and many woke up panting, their eyes darting around their cells for the remnants of a nightmare. None fell asleep again that night. They waited for dawn to deliver them from the terrible time of contemplation: what sort of experiment could tear such a scream from a person's throat?
The silence stretched on. Dawn came, but the darkness didn't dissipate. Gray clouds marred the sky. Gray spirits pervaded the prison.
And in that prison laid Suigetsu. And from that prison he would break free. And from that prison this story will start.
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Second Wave
He sat on the rocks, watching the waves crash all around him. Watching, but not really seeing. The anguish that ripped at his heart also urged him to throw himself into the ocean, throw himself in now when only the dark jagged cliffs could see, where the world was focused on him. The black eyes flicked upwards and backwards, flashing red on a whim. Back there…further down the cliffs…he was waiting.
Soft, basalt hair whipped itself into frenzy as the wind howled mournfully along the coast. The world was sorrow. The world was grief. The world was getting really fucking cold, Sasuke decided. Time to head back.
To where he was waiting?
This was one decision he couldn't put off. Procrastination pouted and stormed off in a huff. The sea spray chilled him to his bones and the wind sent shivers down his spine.
To where he was waiting? With a warm fire and a hot meal—not that Sasuke would eat. But he would be there. He would wait till the end of time.
He shuddered, not at the cold. Back there? Where he waited with his terrible teeth and terrifying secret?
No. Decidedly not.
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Third Wave
Roast.
The smoky smell bothered Suigetsu. Something wasn't right with it. Something was unnatural with it. He squirmed uncomfortably. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten fish. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything but—
No. Sasuke didn't like it, and for Sasuke, he'd eat fish.
Just for tonight. Just to put him at ease.
Tomorrow night was a different matter entirely.
He gazed into the fog rolling in. Darkness had fallen some time ago, but he wasn't concerned. Sasuke would come back. Where else would he go? Orochimaru was dead. Juugo and Karin were dead. Itachi was dead. He only had Suigetsu now. Just…Suigetsu…
A satisfied smile wedged itself onto his lips. Sasuke would see. Sasuke would see that this was alright. Sasuke would love him again. And Suigetsu would be happy again.
All there was to do was wait for Sasuke to come back.
And lemon the roast too, of course. But that was a given.
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'Silence of the' because I love Hannibal, and mojitos for my father's favorite drink. With mint, white sugar and vodka, but preferably virginal.
Urgh. Horror/humor. I hope I didn't eff it up.