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Reverse: It was time for some therapy. A sort of a drabble series.

Reverse

First Session

She wasn't his nurse. She had far more important things to do, and he certainly wasn't her priority. To be more exact, he was no longer her priority.

So weeks went by, the stubborn man forced to visit the hospital daily, until all his injuries were healed. Busy as she was, he hardly ever saw her, and he thought he was finally free. Uchiha Sasuke, the criminal, had returned to Konoha, the very village he had betrayed. He knew he could not be proven innocent, but Konoha had been light on his crimes, so he thought he was free.

However, it was just the beginning, the start of something more dreadful.

He was, by the order of the Hokage, assigned to an emotional therapy.

ANBU guards guided him to a door, and they stationed themselves outside, and they would wait until one full hour of his therapy session was over. One hour every day, save for the weekend, and Sasuke knew the Hokage had been light on him. But of course, that was not the case, for the therapist was his old teammate.

He would scare her off, and then he would be free.

He slid open the door smoothly and silently walked in like the skilled killer he was. The office was wide, and door-length windows covered one part of the wall.

The pink-haired therapist nodded at him once, surely. There was no emotion to her eyes. It had to be a professional job, after all.

Sasuke sat on a sofa and gazed at the clock. He didn't speak up; he'll wait for her to begin. Surprisingly, she didn't, and the two sat there for an hour without muttering a word. When the long hand reached a digit, Sasuke got up and walked out of his first session.

It had not been so bad, actually. Silence was something he could take for eternity.

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