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[CrashLanded]

A bit emo, but good nonetheless.

[Wilson]

Another one dedicated to Recomp! This is a semi-sequel to my other drabble, so you can think of it as the ending if you wish.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

They lay side by side, the two boys who had once been best friends. One with blood pooling from a gaping chest wound, and the other with his internal organs irreparably shredded.

Both of them were dying, and they knew it.

Looking into the other's rapidly dimming eyes, Naruto couldn't help but wonder if things could have ended differently. Or was it fated that Team Seven would die on this cursed day?

Fighting the wracking pain in his chest, he struggled to say something, anything to tell Sasuke of the overwhelming regret and guilt he felt.

Even as his mouth opened and closed, Naruto found that the words eluded him. How could he ever hope to express the endless amount of torment and heartbreak that the Uchiha had put him through using mere words?

Looking into those inscrutable eyes, emotionless even as death approached, Naruto felt his cracked and bloodied lips part in a final grin as he mouthed his last words.

"You...bas...tard..."

Ya know, i dun get you and recomp. Geez, what is it with you and killing people off. Lol.

[Tohno Shiki]

I'm practising my angst. Don't take it personally Naruto

[Wilson]

I'm practising my angst. Don't take it personally Naruto

You need to study...

And really, come on, we all know you're angsty enough. Ain't that right Squigglypuff?

[Rick (Bonta-kun)]

Some very nice drabbles, and Squigglypuff, its a good angst drabble, however like i told you on MSN, the real challenge is trying angst without character death

[SakuDotz]

Another one dedicated to Recomp! This is a semi-sequel to my other drabble, so you can think of it as the ending if you wish.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

They lay side by side, the two boys who had once been best friends. One with blood pooling from a gaping chest wound, and the other with his internal organs irreparably shredded.

Both of them were dying, and they knew it.

Looking into the other's rapidly dimming eyes, Naruto couldn't help but wonder if things could have ended differently. Or was it fated that Team Seven would die on this cursed day?

Fighting the wracking pain in his chest, he struggled to say something, anything to tell Sasuke of the overwhelming regret and guilt he felt.

Even as his mouth opened and closed, Naruto found that the words eluded him. How could he ever hope to express the endless amount of torment and heartbreak that the Uchiha had put him through using mere words?

Looking into those inscrutable eyes, emotionless even as death approached, Naruto felt his cracked and bloodied lips part in a final grin as he mouthed his last words.

"You...bas...tard..."

Wow, that's pretty good, Squackerlackers! :thumbs:

[Jwolf0]

Man, and I thought I was hard on Naruto sometimes...lol. Good job, Compy-kun and Sqadfasdewzxq! You pick up the most interesting nicknames in LC....

Really quick since I have to go somewhere:

Needles. But it was a big one!

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

“Let me get this straight. You’ll willingly stab yourself with a kunai but you’re scared of a little needle? What kind of ninja are you?”

“That’s not little Sakura-chan, you could suck Chouji dry with that!”

“Naruto, you know I have to take blood samples. What would Konoha think of their Hokage if they saw you now?”

“They’d understand totally.”
“I’ll give you a lollipop if you’re good.” “No way!”

“Oh? How about something... else?” A sultry chuckle.

“Hmm… what?”

“This.” Poke. “Ow!”

“You baby… you’re fine.” “Can I at least get a kiss to make it better?”

Bop. “No.”

[SakuNaruLover]

Nice drabbles everyone

[SakuDotz]

Haha, Wolfy, your drabbles are always good. XD

[Wilson]

Man, and I thought I was hard on Naruto sometimes...lol. Good job, Compy-kun and Sqadfasdewzxq! You pick up the most interesting nicknames in LC....

Really quick since I have to go somewhere:

Needles. But it was a big one!

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

“Let me get this straight. You’ll willingly stab yourself with a kunai but you’re scared of a little needle? What kind of ninja are you?”

“That’s not little Sakura-chan, you could suck Chouji dry with that!”

“Naruto, you know I have to take blood samples. What would Konoha think of their Hokage if they saw you now?”

“They’d understand totally.”
“I’ll give you a lollipop if you’re good.” “No way!”

“Oh? How about something... else?” A sultry chuckle.

“Hmm… what?”

“This.” Poke. “Ow!”

“You baby… you’re fine.” “Can I at least get a kiss to make it better?”

Bop. “No.”

LOL! Loved it! XD

[Derock]

Man, and I thought I was hard on Naruto sometimes...lol. Good job, Compy-kun and Sqadfasdewzxq! You pick up the most interesting nicknames in LC....

Really quick since I have to go somewhere:

Needles. But it was a big one!

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

“Let me get this straight. You’ll willingly stab yourself with a kunai but you’re scared of a little needle? What kind of ninja are you?”

“That’s not little Sakura-chan, you could suck Chouji dry with that!”

“Naruto, you know I have to take blood samples. What would Konoha think of their Hokage if they saw you now?”

“They’d understand totally.”
“I’ll give you a lollipop if you’re good.” “No way!”

“Oh? How about something... else?” A sultry chuckle.

“Hmm… what?”

“This.” Poke. “Ow!”

“You baby… you’re fine.” “Can I at least get a kiss to make it better?”

Bop. “No.”

Nice one, Jwolf :thumbs:

[Rick (Bonta-kun)]

Nice drabble wolf

[Recompense]

Wolf-sensei is truly the most youthful of all of us...

Takeshi drabble is being a stubborn Bi-hatch, might be out in.... two months

if your lucky

HI 5 WOLFY!!

[Recompense]

well,Takeshi the a**hole that he is, has decided he doesnt want me to write his death scene. Funny Naruto hasnt asked the same privilege. *shoves bound and gagged Naruto back to the guillotine*

So, here's my departure from Takeshi's killing everyone plot. altho, he's still got MPD, just some backstory on him, and only one other personality.

Oh, and Naruto is awesome FYI

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Two men sat on a park bench. The rain was pouring down on them, cascading in a terrible crescendo of nature’s fury. The children in the street had long since gone home to bed. Parents had tucked wayward toddlers into bed hours ago, yet here these two men sat, in the dead of night with rain, pouring on their heads until their bodies become numb from the biting cold. One sat there, hunched over. The coat he had inherited from his father, White, with a flame on the edges, The coat he had inherited when he took the rank of Jounin was soaked through, turning to the darker shade of white that is not yet truly gray, yet is not white. He hunched over like a pitiable creature, holding in his hands the box. Within that velvet lined box lay the ring. The ring he had spent two years searching for. The ring he had hand-forged. The ring he had saved three years’ worth of pay to buy for her. He had paid for the velvet box, green on the outside, it was her favorite color. He couldn’t look at it now, yet he couldn’t look away. The velvet clung to the box now like the matted fur of a filthy mongrel dog. The tears running down his cheeks mingled with the rain-water pouring around his face.

The man sitting next to him leaned back against the bench, his arms splayed out along the bench’s rest as if he was laying claim to the entire thing. He balanced an unlit, soggen cigarette in his mouth, it hung there loosely, like a weakened soldier clings to life after having his limbs removed violently. His black Katana hung in his left hand, as far away from Naruto as it could be, as if it were afraid of the depressed aura that hung about him. Takeshi gazed lazily at the sky, ignoring the rain as it hit every part of his body. He would be here for his student, as his sensei had been for him.

“Takeshi-sensei…”

Takeshi could hear the sorrow, he ignored it. He already knew the questions, the answers. They were the same to his own.

“Why?”

Takeshi sighed, he knew this. He knew Naruto’s pain. He knew Naruto needed to finish the question.

“Why? Why? Why!? Wasn’t I good enough for her? Did I not lover her enough!? WHY!?”

Takeshi considered smacking his student, like his sensei had, but he supposed he could skip that phase and moe right to the educating.

“No, dumbass. It’s because you loved her too much.”

Naruto’s fist was curling around the box, the edges were already beginning to crumple inwards.

“How could I love her too much? Wasn’t I good enough?”

Takeshi wondered if he had been this stupid the when it happened to him.

“No, I cant tell you why she doesn’t love you. Maybe she was just using you, I don’t know. The fact remains, she’s with the Uchiha, and there isn’t anything you can do about it.”

Naruto started to simply exhume Chakra, red Chakra. Takeshi raised an eyebrow.

“you didn’t answer my question, Sensei.”

Takeshi sighed, before assuming the same position as Naruto, so that Naruto wouldn’t see him as talking down to Naruto.
“You loved her. You devoted your entire existence to her happiness. You were willing to sacrifice the best years of your life for her. That’s true love.”

Naruto said nothing, absorbing his sensei’s lesson.

“The problem with true love, is that it is real love. She feels lust for the Uchiha, I’ve seen her. She’s done things that would hurt him, things that prevented his goal of killing his brother. You would never do anything like that. You would give up your soul and kill me if you thought it would make her happy. No, don’t deny it. I know for a fact.”

Takeshi grabbed Naruto’s shoulder, dragging him to a standing position as Takeshi rose from the bench. He raised an arm, gesturing grandly at the whole of Konoha.

“Do you know what separates us from them? Why they call us beasts? Why they laugh at us, scorn us, and kill us?”

Naruto mutely shook his head. His gaze still transfixed on the box.

“We can love. And that’s why we are beasts, because we will do anything for the one we love. Anything.”

“Sensei… “

Takeshi turned, here it was. The question.

“How do I make the pain go away?”

Takeshi smiled.

“Easy. Either you don’t. or you go mad. Like me.”

Naruto looked up at his sensei, who’s eyes had turned a terrible shade of black. A black beyond darkness, sanity, or light.

Naruto looked back at the box. The crumpled, soaked box that symbolized his life of devoted love for a woman who betrayed it at a glimpse of Red and black eyes.

“Sensei, teach me how.”

And throughout Konoha, the sound of a Diamond Ring shattering was heard echoing in the night.

[Wilson]

well,Takeshi the a**hole that he is, has decided he doesnt want me to write his death scene. Funny Naruto hasnt asked the same privilege. *shoves bound and gagged Naruto back to the guillotine*

So, here's my departure from Takeshi's killing everyone plot. altho, he's still got MPD, just some backstory on him, and only one other personality.

Oh, and Naruto is awesome FYI

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Two men sat on a park bench. The rain was pouring down on them, cascading in a terrible crescendo of nature’s fury. The children in the street had long since gone home to bed. Parents had tucked wayward toddlers into bed hours ago, yet here these two men sat, in the dead of night with rain, pouring on their heads until their bodies become numb from the biting cold. One sat there, hunched over. The coat he had inherited from his father, White, with a flame on the edges, The coat he had inherited when he took the rank of Jounin was soaked through, turning to the darker shade of white that is not yet truly gray, yet is not white. He hunched over like a pitiable creature, holding in his hands the box. Within that velvet lined box lay the ring. The ring he had spent two years searching for. The ring he had hand-forged. The ring he had saved three years’ worth of pay to buy for her. He had paid for the velvet box, green on the outside, it was her favorite color. He couldn’t look at it now, yet he couldn’t look away. The velvet clung to the box now like the matted fur of a filthy mongrel dog. The tears running down his cheeks mingled with the rain-water pouring around his face.

The man sitting next to him leaned back against the bench, his arms splayed out along the bench’s rest as if he was laying claim to the entire thing. He balanced an unlit, soggen cigarette in his mouth, it hung there loosely, like a weakened soldier clings to life after having his limbs removed violently. His black Katana hung in his left hand, as far away from Naruto as it could be, as if it were afraid of the depressed aura that hung about him. Takeshi gazed lazily at the sky, ignoring the rain as it hit every part of his body. He would be here for his student, as his sensei had been for him.

“Takeshi-sensei…”

Takeshi could hear the sorrow, he ignored it. He already knew the questions, the answers. They were the same to his own.

“Why?”

Takeshi sighed, he knew this. He knew Naruto’s pain. He knew Naruto needed to finish the question.

“Why? Why? Why!? Wasn’t I good enough for her? Did I not lover her enough!? WHY!?”

Takeshi considered smacking his student, like his sensei had, but he supposed he could skip that phase and moe right to the educating.

“No, dumbass. It’s because you loved her too much.”

Naruto’s fist was curling around the box, the edges were already beginning to crumple inwards.

“How could I love her too much? Wasn’t I good enough?”

Takeshi wondered if he had been this stupid the when it happened to him.

“No, I cant tell you why she doesn’t love you. Maybe she was just using you, I don’t know. The fact remains, she’s with the Uchiha, and there isn’t anything you can do about it.”

Naruto started to simply exhume Chakra, red Chakra. Takeshi raised an eyebrow.

“you didn’t answer my question, Sensei.”

Takeshi sighed, before assuming the same position as Naruto, so that Naruto wouldn’t see him as talking down to Naruto.
“You loved her. You devoted your entire existence to her happiness. You were willing to sacrifice the best years of your life for her. That’s true love.”

Naruto said nothing, absorbing his sensei’s lesson.

“The problem with true love, is that it is real love. She feels lust for the Uchiha, I’ve seen her. She’s done things that would hurt him, things that prevented his goal of killing his brother. You would never do anything like that. You would give up your soul and kill me if you thought it would make her happy. No, don’t deny it. I know for a fact.”

Takeshi grabbed Naruto’s shoulder, dragging him to a standing position as Takeshi rose from the bench. He raised an arm, gesturing grandly at the whole of Konoha.

“Do you know what separates us from them? Why they call us beasts? Why they laugh at us, scorn us, and kill us?”

Naruto mutely shook his head. His gaze still transfixed on the box.

“We can love. And that’s why we are beasts, because we will do anything for the one we love. Anything.”

“Sensei… “

Takeshi turned, here it was. The question.

“How do I make the pain go away?”

Takeshi smiled.

“Easy. Either you don’t. or you go mad. Like me.”

Naruto looked up at his sensei, who’s eyes had turned a terrible shade of black. A black beyond darkness, sanity, or light.

Naruto looked back at the box. The crumpled, soaked box that symbolized his life of devoted love for a woman who betrayed it at a glimpse of Red and black eyes.

“Sensei, teach me how.”

And throughout Konoha, the sound of a Diamond Ring shattering was heard echoing in the night.

Recomp...I'm gonna kill you. XD

[Tohno Shiki]

Attack of the plot bunnies. Make of this what you will, it's rather new to me as well.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Immortality was considered by many to be a mixed blessing.

It was rather ironic, he mused. Stacked in neat rows under the glow of the morning sun, they could almost be mistaken for dominos.

Almost, if only it wasn't for the names engraved onto them.

Names he knew like the back of his hand.

"Everyone..." he hesitated, not knowing what to say. "This never gets any easier, huh?"

After stumbling over his words several times, he was content to reminisce in silence. Closing his eyes, Naruto could almost see them standing in front of him with smiles on their faces, untouched by death.

It had been a long time since he had outgrown that childish belief that they were invincible, that the Rookie Nine would never change.

One by one, they had succumbed to the flow of time until he was the only one left alive.

Doomed to a life of loneliness, knowing that he would outlive everyone around him.

Immortality, he had long decided, was a curse.

[Recompense]

My flames of youth have turned to the flames of....

TAKESHI'S REVAMPED MADNESS!!!!

i decided last time he wasn't as insane or evil enough, so ignore all those unbelievably crappy drabbles

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Sasuke Uchiha entered his home after yet another day of training. He had visited Sakura again, tasted her, again. The lamp hung low on the ceiling, dangling just above his table. He grabbed a pack of meal-rations out of the fridge. He preferred his meals cold. He sat there, the lamp hanging, pointing at his meal like a target, a bulls eye. He ate the meal in silence. Until he felt the chains wrap around his hands, binding him to the chair.

“Hello, Uchiha.”

Sasuke looked up, he knew that voice. It was the Dobe’s new sensei. Taki? T’aklo? Take-out? Takeshi. That was it, Takeshi.

“attacking me and tying me up aren’t exactly very legal actions, Takeshi-san.”

Takeshi was busy in the kitchen, letting a slight ‘hmmm?’ serve as his reply to Sasuke. Sasuke couldn’t see Taksehi, he had turned the lights off in the kitchen after he had left. He preferred to eat in the darkness. Don’t judge him.

“Ah! Here we go!”

Sasuke turned, and saw what Takeshi was looking for.

A bread knife.

The long, serrated blade with no point at the tip.

Sasuke’s eyes widened as he realized that the chains wouldn’t budge, but if he tried…

A bucket of water suddenly splashed all over him, right as he released his battle-cry of Chidori!. He canceled the jutsu almost immediately, as he could feel the better part of his skin sizzle instantly. He was doused again.

“Now, Uchiha-san, I’ve heard some disturbing rumors about you.”

Sasuke looked up, he was at this man’s mercy now, unless…

A gag was promptly shoved in his mouth.

“Ahem, you’re far too easy to read. Now, I’ve heard you’re unbelievably proud of those eyes of yours. You don’t mind if I take a peek, do you?”

Sasuke knew that if Takeshi looked him in the eye, a genjutsu could be used. It was his only shot, so he nodded his head while grunting in agreement.

“Good.”

A flash of pain, as The bread-knife suddenly entered Sasuke’s eye-socket. It started cutting deep above his right eye, cutting into his eyeball to the back. Suddenly, Takeshi twisted the knife in a violent ripping motion, taking Sasuke’s right eyeball out in one clean movement. Sasuke tried to scream, but it was unheard through the gag.

“Oh, I’m so terribly Sorry Uchiha-san, I didn’t know your right eye was so sensitive! Here, let me try the other one.”

Sasuke let out another scream, as Takeshi’s eyes misted over into inky blackness.

The next morning:

Kakashi stepped into the Uchiha residence, wondering what was taking Sasuke so long to arrive at training…

What he saw gave him nightmares until the day he died.

Blood was on the floor, it was on the ceiling, it was on the walls. Sasuke’s kitchen knives lay on the table, bloody and covered in gore. But in the middle of the room, the fan slowly swung in it’s lazy circle, attached to one of the blades, however, was Sasuke. It seemed that whoever had attacked him, had not stopped at his eyes. No, his stomach was torn open, exposing disgustingly colorful organs for the world to see, his digestive track had been ripped out, and wrapped around his neck like a scarf. His feet had been cut off, and most of the ligaments of his legs had been torn out, and tied into a string, connecting to the feet. The feet themselves were in a water bucket beneath his swinging body, with a battery nearby, and a wire connecting the battery and the bucket. What few places of Sasuke’s skin were uncut by the kitchen blades, was fried by the electrical current of the battery. Sasuke’s own sword was shoved through his right eyeball, and his own tongue had been ripped out, and forced back down his throat.

It was the second time Kakashi had experienced projectile-vomiting with a mask on.



On the other side of town, Takeshi merrily walked to the hokage’s office, his duty to his student done.

:3

Takeshi is quite possibly the most evil OC i've EVER made

[Tohno Shiki]

Positively delicious, Compy. You have redeemed yourself...to an extent.

[Rick (Bonta-kun)]

well,Takeshi the kitten that he is, has decided he doesnt want me to write his death scene. Funny Naruto hasnt asked the same privilege. *shoves bound and gagged Naruto back to the guillotine*

So, here's my departure from Takeshi's killing everyone plot. altho, he's still got MPD, just some backstory on him, and only one other personality.

Oh, and Naruto is awesome FYI

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Two men sat on a park bench. The rain was pouring down on them, cascading in a terrible crescendo of nature’s fury. The children in the street had long since gone home to bed. Parents had tucked wayward toddlers into bed hours ago, yet here these two men sat, in the dead of night with rain, pouring on their heads until their bodies become numb from the biting cold. One sat there, hunched over. The coat he had inherited from his father, White, with a flame on the edges, The coat he had inherited when he took the rank of Jounin was soaked through, turning to the darker shade of white that is not yet truly gray, yet is not white. He hunched over like a pitiable creature, holding in his hands the box. Within that velvet lined box lay the ring. The ring he had spent two years searching for. The ring he had hand-forged. The ring he had saved three years’ worth of pay to buy for her. He had paid for the velvet box, green on the outside, it was her favorite color. He couldn’t look at it now, yet he couldn’t look away. The velvet clung to the box now like the matted fur of a filthy mongrel dog. The tears running down his cheeks mingled with the rain-water pouring around his face.

The man sitting next to him leaned back against the bench, his arms splayed out along the bench’s rest as if he was laying claim to the entire thing. He balanced an unlit, soggen cigarette in his mouth, it hung there loosely, like a weakened soldier clings to life after having his limbs removed violently. His black Katana hung in his left hand, as far away from Naruto as it could be, as if it were afraid of the depressed aura that hung about him. Takeshi gazed lazily at the sky, ignoring the rain as it hit every part of his body. He would be here for his student, as his sensei had been for him.

“Takeshi-sensei…”

Takeshi could hear the sorrow, he ignored it. He already knew the questions, the answers. They were the same to his own.

“Why?”

Takeshi sighed, he knew this. He knew Naruto’s pain. He knew Naruto needed to finish the question.

“Why? Why? Why!? Wasn’t I good enough for her? Did I not lover her enough!? WHY!?”

Takeshi considered smacking his student, like his sensei had, but he supposed he could skip that phase and moe right to the educating.

“No, dumbass. It’s because you loved her too much.”

Naruto’s fist was curling around the box, the edges were already beginning to crumple inwards.

“How could I love her too much? Wasn’t I good enough?”

Takeshi wondered if he had been this stupid the when it happened to him.

“No, I cant tell you why she doesn’t love you. Maybe she was just using you, I don’t know. The fact remains, she’s with the Uchiha, and there isn’t anything you can do about it.”

Naruto started to simply exhume Chakra, red Chakra. Takeshi raised an eyebrow.

“you didn’t answer my question, Sensei.”

Takeshi sighed, before assuming the same position as Naruto, so that Naruto wouldn’t see him as talking down to Naruto.
“You loved her. You devoted your entire existence to her happiness. You were willing to sacrifice the best years of your life for her. That’s true love.”

Naruto said nothing, absorbing his sensei’s lesson.

“The problem with true love, is that it is real love. She feels lust for the Uchiha, I’ve seen her. She’s done things that would hurt him, things that prevented his goal of killing his brother. You would never do anything like that. You would give up your soul and kill me if you thought it would make her happy. No, don’t deny it. I know for a fact.”

Takeshi grabbed Naruto’s shoulder, dragging him to a standing position as Takeshi rose from the bench. He raised an arm, gesturing grandly at the whole of Konoha.

“Do you know what separates us from them? Why they call us beasts? Why they laugh at us, scorn us, and kill us?”

Naruto mutely shook his head. His gaze still transfixed on the box.

“We can love. And that’s why we are beasts, because we will do anything for the one we love. Anything.”

“Sensei… “

Takeshi turned, here it was. The question.

“How do I make the pain go away?”

Takeshi smiled.

“Easy. Either you don’t. or you go mad. Like me.”

Naruto looked up at his sensei, who’s eyes had turned a terrible shade of black. A black beyond darkness, sanity, or light.

Naruto looked back at the box. The crumpled, soaked box that symbolized his life of devoted love for a woman who betrayed it at a glimpse of Red and black eyes.

“Sensei, teach me how.”

And throughout Konoha, the sound of a Diamond Ring shattering was heard echoing in the night.

Well, i hated it, sorry but im a prick when it comes to OOCness, especially when it involves THIS plotline, and in a future timeline. Part 2 and beyond Sakura with a part 1 personality is instant fail. Thats all i have to say really.

Attack of the plot bunnies. Make of this what you will, it's rather new to me as well.

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Immortality was considered by many to be a mixed blessing.

It was rather ironic, he mused. Stacked in neat rows under the glow of the morning sun, they could almost be mistaken for dominos.

Almost, if only it wasn't for the names engraved onto them.

Names he knew like the back of his hand.

"Everyone..." he hesitated, not knowing what to say. "This never gets any easier, huh?"

After stumbling over his words several times, he was content to reminisce in silence. Closing his eyes, Naruto could almost see them standing in front of him with smiles on their faces, untouched by death.

It had been a long time since he had outgrown that childish belief that they were invincible, that the Rookie Nine would never change.

One by one, they had succumbed to the flow of time until he was the only one left alive.

Doomed to a life of loneliness, knowing that he would outlive everyone around him.

Immortality, he had long decided, was a curse.

Nice drabble Squigglypuff, pretty interesting.

My flames of youth have turned to the flames of....

TAKESHI'S REVAMPED MADNESS!!!!

i decided last time he wasn't as insane or evil enough, so ignore all those unbelievably crappy drabbles

Spoiler! --Click here to view--

Sasuke Uchiha entered his home after yet another day of training. He had visited Sakura again, tasted her, again. The lamp hung low on the ceiling, dangling just above his table. He grabbed a pack of meal-rations out of the fridge. He preferred his meals cold. He sat there, the lamp hanging, pointing at his meal like a target, a bulls eye. He ate the meal in silence. Until he felt the chains wrap around his hands, binding him to the chair.

“Hello, Uchiha.”

Sasuke looked up, he knew that voice. It was the Dobe’s new sensei. Taki? T’aklo? Take-out? Takeshi. That was it, Takeshi.

“attacking me and tying me up aren’t exactly very legal actions, Takeshi-san.”

Takeshi was busy in the kitchen, letting a slight ‘hmmm?’ serve as his reply to Sasuke. Sasuke couldn’t see Taksehi, he had turned the lights off in the kitchen after he had left. He preferred to eat in the darkness. Don’t judge him.

“Ah! Here we go!”

Sasuke turned, and saw what Takeshi was looking for.

A bread knife.

The long, serrated blade with no point at the tip.

Sasuke’s eyes widened as he realized that the chains wouldn’t budge, but if he tried…

A bucket of water suddenly splashed all over him, right as he released his battle-cry of Chidori!. He canceled the jutsu almost immediately, as he could feel the better part of his skin sizzle instantly. He was doused again.

“Now, Uchiha-san, I’ve heard some disturbing rumors about you.”

Sasuke looked up, he was at this man’s mercy now, unless…

A gag was promptly shoved in his mouth.

“Ahem, you’re far too easy to read. Now, I’ve heard you’re unbelievably proud of those eyes of yours. You don’t mind if I take a peek, do you?”

Sasuke knew that if Takeshi looked him in the eye, a genjutsu could be used. It was his only shot, so he nodded his head while grunting in agreement.

“Good.”

A flash of pain, as The bread-knife suddenly entered Sasuke’s eye-socket. It started cutting deep above his right eye, cutting into his eyeball to the back. Suddenly, Takeshi twisted the knife in a violent ripping motion, taking Sasuke’s right eyeball out in one clean movement. Sasuke tried to scream, but it was unheard through the gag.

“Oh, I’m so terribly Sorry Uchiha-san, I didn’t know your right eye was so sensitive! Here, let me try the other one.”

Sasuke let out another scream, as Takeshi’s eyes misted over into inky blackness.

The next morning:

Kakashi stepped into the Uchiha residence, wondering what was taking Sasuke so long to arrive at training…

What he saw gave him nightmares until the day he died.

Blood was on the floor, it was on the ceiling, it was on the walls. Sasuke’s kitchen knives lay on the table, bloody and covered in gore. But in the middle of the room, the fan slowly swung in it’s lazy circle, attached to one of the blades, however, was Sasuke. It seemed that whoever had attacked him, had not stopped at his eyes. No, his stomach was torn open, exposing disgustingly colorful organs for the world to see, his digestive track had been ripped out, and wrapped around his neck like a scarf. His feet had been cut off, and most of the ligaments of his legs had been torn out, and tied into a string, connecting to the feet. The feet themselves were in a water bucket beneath his swinging body, with a battery nearby, and a wire connecting the battery and the bucket. What few places of Sasuke’s skin were uncut by the kitchen blades, was fried by the electrical current of the battery. Sasuke’s own sword was shoved through his right eyeball, and his own tongue had been ripped out, and forced back down his throat.

It was the second time Kakashi had experienced projectile-vomiting with a mask on.
On the other side of town, Takeshi merrily walked to the hokage’s office, his duty to his student done.

:3

Takeshi is quite possibly the most evil OC i've EVER made

Well, that was gory i guess, doesnt make me feel any better thanks to your previous drabble though lol. Although i wont judge this based on previous work, so this was pretty good and well written.

[Wilson]

Positively delicious, Compy. You have redeemed yourself...to an extent.

What the hell is wrong with you two...

Lol, ok, fine, i'll be honest. That Sasuke thing was pretty nice.

But yeah.