Love In The Blood Prison | Sasunaru/Narusasu

A Box of Wishes

I'm looked up to by the rest of the prisoners, though I don't know the reason why I am. They praise me for standing up against Mui, but I see nothing to be praised about. I tried to pull a man, that's loyally following authority, in a petty fight to release the seal off of me and Sasuke. I see nothing to be happy over. I didn't win nor did I land any hits. But if that's what excites them, I'll milk the attention a little bit. I have nothing against being popular for once anyway.

"Critical thinking is needed to escape these restrained walls." Sasuke stabs his fork repeatedly in his food, looking uninterested in eating it. I can't blame him. The only good thing prison has to offer is ramen and that says a lot since the ramen isn't as good as Ichiraku. "Too bad you're the opposite."

"Huh?!" 

"You've been mumbling ways to escape this prison last night. Don't pretend you're not still hooked on the idea to keep trying." 

"I just hate being confined in one place for too long, okay? Is that so bad?"

"It's not so bad when you get used to it." 

"I also just have a bad feeling, dattebayo," I mutter, looking down at my food. 

"You mentioned it before, but what kind of bad feeling?" 

Usually, on a regular occasion, I try to act mature and very serious. In Konoha, I'm known to have a sharp wit, carefully thinking before acting, and I am able to see the underlying nature of the situation at hand. But with Sasuke, I feel like I act carefree and childish and cheerful in peace. Though, I do tend to act before I think on multiple occasions when I went on missions alone ― I'm a jonin ― and seeing how poised Sasuke is right now compared to me, makes me wonder how long it took him to adapt to this prison. 

Even so, I can't sit around and think when my gut is telling me something will happen in Konoha. Maybe, it won't be drastic, but it might be enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck and arms.  

"The kind of bad feeling you get when..." I slightly lean closer to Sasuke, not looking obvious that I'm whispering to him. "You know... when something will result in an imbalance of the nations or something." 

"How can you be so sure? What if you're just paranoid since this is your first time being away from the village? I'm not doubting your intellect of the possible situation, but to say something like that about Konoha ― a place where it's rare for any destruction to occur ― that means you're betting your uneasy feeling to be right or wrong. I can't say how far off that uneasy feeling might be but if you can't shake the feeling then there's no helping it. You'll just have to be careful and look around for an escape. Don't try to escape but see if there is one and we'll figure out the plan to leave the prison."

"If there's an escape, then we should try to leave as soon as possible―" 

"Obviously, yes, that would be the decision we should try to do, but rationally, we have these seals on us, and if we stray too far, we're done for." 

"Okay, so find a way to escape, think of a plan, and we can leave once we execute it." 

"If you try not to be impatient before then, yes, we should be able to leave if we think of our plan with possible outcomes that might occur. We have to be prepared for anything." 

"Got it." 

"But other than that," Sasuke stabs at his food again, slowly bringing it to his mouth, "let's just stay composed to prevent anyone else from knowing our plan to escape, alright?" 

"Okay." 

The conversation trails off to silence as we finish our meals. The entire time I eat, I can't but sneak glimpses at Sasuke. He has black eyes and long, spiky black hair with a blue tint that made him look handsome to others in the village, but to me, it makes him look personable. I might just be used to his features since I've looked at his face almost the entirety of my childhood, but I can't deny that he changed nicely since he left years ago.