𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨- 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮- 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨
Books 1&2
《oc × Sasuke》
《4/9/19 - 6/1/20》
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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. From Sasuke's point of view, watching her fight Danzo he clearly saw that anger make her weak.
"Can you even recognize your own?" Danzo asked, unwrapping his arm which always remained shadowed in cloth.
He revealed his wrinkly arm polka dotted with sharingan eyes. Three of them had already closed, dead.
A smirk grew on his lips, the old man knew the two Uchiha had caught on to his powers. There was no use in hiding it.
Sasuke watched his lover clench her fist and grit her teeth. He had never seen her this angry (and he had definitely seen her angry before) this was different.
The Uchiha's eyes surfed over to Danzo, watching the older man with curiosity. It was clear he was using Mio, twisting her anger in an attempt to weaken her guard.
It was working.
"Tell me Danzo" she grit, edging forward.
Danzo's eyes slanted down into a vicious look, "no".
The corner of her lip quivered, "ok, I'll just have to take them all". Mio threw her sword to the sid, the metal clanked against the stone and it roll, coming to a stop as it hit against the wall. She no longer needed the blade, if she killed him another eye would close and that'd be letting him win.
Her mentality to pulverize Danzo repeatedly would have to be sacrificed for his slow, ongoing torture.
Mio stepped forward daughtingly, the soles of her shoes scuffing on the stone. From across the room Danzo merely watched, he knew Mio he knew her strengths and weaknesses.
Slowly he weaved hand signs, dipping down to press his palms against the earth. From his fingertips sprung thick tree roots like wips lashing at the kunoichi.
With her arms barred Mio continued forward trying her best to dodge. Though every so often she would fail and a root would lash against her skin, splitting the flesh.
Sasuke feeling only slightly forgotten by the combatants would remain by the sidelines. His fist would clench everytime he saw her body tense with pain. He wanted to kill Danzo, protect his lover.
Still, he bit his tounge, digging the edge of his sword into the ground to keep his anger at bay.
Finally having enough Mio opened her jaw letting out a wave of fire. It washed over the wriggling tree roots and left them in a swirling pile of ashes.
