Smothered Apr 28, 2008 14:23:38 GMT -5
Post by Uchiha Sasuke on Apr 28, 2008 14:23:38 GMT -5
It was dark here.
The quiet rang loudly.
Movement ceased to be.
His chest rose in fell in a steady meditative pattern.
A crackle of energy...
The taste was like ozone as it seared the senses: Chakra in the dark.
A flare of heated red...
Like evil in the purest form the sharingan flared a wicked bloody hue.
A snap of vibrant white...
The chakra suppressant bars hummed with life, flaring to subdue the rush of power.
A sharp inhalation...
He breathed through the pain as it teased at his senses, the sharingain died.
The Uchiha shifted, his nerves still sang with the electrical burn of bars of his cell working to keep his powers suppressed. He'd almost managed it before... but now...
A soft rattle...
They'd bound his wrists with equally powered bindings. They'd thought he needed more suppressants after...
A dark smirk curled the side of his mouth, his head tilting forward, his chin touching the chilled flesh of his bared chest.
'That Hyuuga fool...'
He'd waited, like a snake in the brush. He'd waited, and waited, and gathered every ounce of chakra he could, pooling it together until he could strike. He'd almost had him, but the bars had subdued him.
They'd put the cuffs on his wrists after that.
They'd never let him go.
He was doing it again though, they could never hope to keep him. He'd never let them.
He was an Uchiha.
In answer to his flaring annoyance his chakra surged, and the suppressant spells littering his bindings crackled in response forcing a small intake of air to filter through his barely parted lips.
The burn was intense.
He wondered if that was what they felt when he unleashed his Chidori attacks on them. The thought amused him and he calmed once more.
Another minute shift in his posture occurred causing another soft rattle from his bindings.
Like grim wind chimes...
Suppressing the urge to sneer he kept his face emotionless, concentrating on the chill of the cold hard floor, and the walls behind him. He was propped in the corner of his cell, hidden in the darkest part of the shadows, which was saying something considering the current gloom in the area.
Closing his eyes he hid his dark brooding gaze behind his lashes, before opening them in a hooded gaze. He wondered which of the fools would come today.
They always came.
He didn't understand what they expected from them, always demanding he 'remember.'
What was there to remember? He knew what needed to be done, what he wanted to do. They were all deluded, keeping him here. He wondered who was the mad one here.
Was it him?
Was it them?
Did it matter?
He decided it didn't.
Tilting his head back, he felt his skull thump against the solid wall, felt a splinter of pain scorch for a millisecond.
It was nothing compared to the scorch of the chakra suppressors.
His sharingan flared, spinning with their wild power, pain ripped across his nerve endings, and he let it for several seconds his back arching forward slightly. Lips parting as he released a gasp.
His eyes darkened again, and he slumped there panting softly to regain the use of his lungs.
Then slowly, the dark eyed Uchiha released a soft chilly chuckle.
He would overcome it.