Timeless (Sasuke Uchiha)

Timeless (Sasuke Uchiha)

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"The last thing that I saw was your brother, his blood red eyes peering into my soul as he drove his blade deeply into my stomach." I almost spit out at Sasuke, my kunai pressing at the skin of his neck while his barely grazed my own throat. He seemed quiet, almost thoughtful given the circumstances and I could barely hear his next words, spoken just below a whisper. "He hurt me too..." The Katsumi clan, once a powerful clan full of life, was now desolate. Everywhere you looked you could see a reminder of the life that was there so long ago. No one dared enter the vacant territory, no one but Chiharu Katsumi, the sole survivor of the Katsumi clan. Her sole purpose was to eliminate the scum of the Earth, to wipe out the ones responsible for the massacre of her people, yes, she would be the one to eradicate all who possessed the cursed Sharingan, the trademark eye of the Uchiha. All rights go to Masahi Kishimoto aside from my characters and storyline.
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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

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