Chapter 170 - My SI Stash #70 - You had your chance by XLUFERX (Naruto) (1/2)

-SI as Sasuke Uchiha(just after killing Orochimaru)~ Recently published fic, start seems good!

Sypnosis: Having to go through the edgy teenager phase once was enough, but having to go through it again as the physical manifestation of edginess might be a little too much to handle. At least will people admire me and do not cringe like before. (VERY AU!) (SI-Sasuke!)

Rated: M

Words 14K

Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/13444346/1/You-had-your-chance (XLUFERX)

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Chapter 1

How to react the moment you open your eyes and find yourself standing in a room, a very simple wooden room with a single messy white bed. Usually would be confusing the first emotion but after the initial look, my head registered more gruesome details that omitted before.

Like a bleeding body next to the bed and a large scaly maimed body spread all over the floor, the warm blood flowing like a river touching my toes.

It was no surprise that my legs gave out.

But that made matters even worse.

My body and clothes got drenched with all that river of death, my hands could tell the texture of the blood as it lost temperature and going through the process of solidification on my skin.

I brought up both hands and stared at the pure red dripping on my legs.

I didn't have any voice left in me, I could only look in a mixture of disbelief and shock. Hearing my heartbeat pounding my c_h_e_s_t like a drum, and forming a tight knot around my throat preventing me to refresh my lungs which demanded air.

But my torture didn't end and when pain invaded my head the knot was loosened allowing me to scream everything that I had been bottling up inside me for a while. Even with the absurd amount of agony I could understand something, I could somehow see through my agony how my mind was being forced images after images reason why the pain was so barely passable.

But my body, myself, had a limit.

And my vision finally went dark, yet even in the darkness that engulfed me, I felt warm, a warm feeling that gave comfort as if I was inside a bed about to sleep.

And it was nice.

However, that was a very short-lived moment.

Or perhaps it wasn't, waking up from unconsciousness in the afflicted perspective felt like a blink.

The light in my eyes returned but not immediately, first everything was blurry and there was resistance from them fully open, moments later they adapted and I found myself staring at the monotone grey ceiling barely illuminated by a lamp for a long while.

The surface where I was laying felt different from before, it was no longer warm but sticky and every time I tried to move I felt like I was glued to it and the worst part was not even a couple of minutes before being attacked again the same headache that caused me to lose consciousness.

My hands wanted me to rip apart my head and skull to somehow stop the agony that was happening inside.

Before I endured, but now I was openly crying my hands drenched with my tears of impotence because there was so much a person could endure before succ_u_mbing to despair.

Despite being perfectly aware that suicidal thoughts aren't healthy I couldn't care less, that pain was just that horrible until it was gone.

I didn't understand at first how it was gone but with the pain no longer making me go suicidal my mind could get some clarity to understand, to grasp my reality around me again.

And noticed a man above me with long silver hair was looking down at me through his round glasses, his hand was glowing; that hand was touching my forehead. Somehow I could understand, with all my thoughts in disarray I could understand that it was thanks to him that I was no longer in pain.

”Kabuto…” I muttered, I did recognize him and knew about him in so many aspects but that didn't matter because the true question to ask, what was I doing next to him?

How could he even exist?

”Who am I talking to?” He asked.

However, I did not answer him instead I grabbed his wrist stopping him from what was he doing and almost immediately the pain returned but with a lot less intensity, it was bearable and I could compare it with a hangover at most.

”Who are you?” He insisted.

I was getting the picture, understanding what was happening to me and I knew what I needed to say next to that man.

”I'm myself and nobody else.”

”Is...is he dead?” His voice failed him as he looked at me with wide eyes filled with despair.

I slowly pulled myself up from the floor and tried to shake the dust from my clothes but dried blood was outright impossible, despite the shitty situation I managed to form a smile when our eyes connected.

”Isn't that obvious?” My reply sent Kabuto on his knees in an instant, his eyes became empty and his body lost his soul with all the support that could drive him forward in life.