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trauma || uchiha sasuke
Trauma
An Uchiha Sasuke ramble
"There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." - Z.N. Hurston
“Why do you write?”
The jet black-haired kunoichi looked at the source of the
question, the raven-haired man standing beside her, as she stepped away from
the relish of indulging herself in the myriad of words in the notebook she
often wrote in. Nobody has been an audience of her writing in years, probably
only Sasuke and her sister has seen her doing such (or noticed her, actually).
The latter did not mind; it was her idea in the first place that got the young
Genin hooked in the art of literature. The former, though, decided to question
about it, the real reason why she prefers writing, and in secrecy. There are
lots of hobbies in the world, so why choose such a mediocre thing as writing?
“What kind of question is that, Uchiha?”
“Just answer me.”
The girl closed her notebook with a huff, tucking it in her
bag safely, as to let no prying eyes get their sights upon the things she’s
been scribbling relentlessly in her notebook. She stood up, pushing her weight
using the Sakura tree she has been utilizing as a source of shade under the
gentle warmth of the afternoon sky.
“It’s nothing. Just a hobby.”
Sasuke didn’t believe her for one second. Whenever he sees
her write, she’d be in mixed emotions. She’s smile, she’s frown, she almost
cried on one occasion, and she’s sigh. There’s something else than just a
“hobby”.
“Let me see your notebook.”
In that instant, Akane’s face flared up, as the expression
of shock and embarrassment crept upon her face. She knew that nobody can she
what she was writing in her notebook; there was too much attached to it that
she didn’t want people to see. Besides… there’s a new composition that she
haven’t finished yet. Not yet.
“N-no! I-I mean… n-not yet… I’m not done with it!”
Sasuke immediately raised his suspicion. He knew something
was up with that notebook, and now, her expression and the way she talked
proved that there’s more to this “writing” than just a mere pastime. He rested
his case for this time, his question almost answered.
“Fine, but you said it; I get to see that notebook of yours
when you’re done.”
“Alright already!”
The night flew swiftly by, as Akane sat on her bed with a
pen and her notebook in her hand.
“You swore forever but
you're not here”
The girl’s lips curled to a smile, as a tear dropped on the
paper that she has been writing on.
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The bright, cheery morning greeted Konoha with a bright
smile, as its inhabitants continued on with their everyday tasks. The
black-haired Konoe continued her training, secluded in the trees, when the man
she has been constantly sparring with came by, surprised that the girl arrived
earlier than he did.
“The notebook’s in my bag, just get it yourself.”
Sasuke immediately knew what she meant, and shrugged. He
didn’t know if he was curious or he just wanted to do something else for the
day, but when he opened the first few pages, he was dumbstruck.
“I wanted to see you,
I miss you and you left
That day won't come
anymore
The faint aroma
drifts, the seasons goes around
The time I gasped is
revived now
I fell in love for the
first time. Everything was shining
I want to carve our
time together, even if it's just a bit
Your voice below the
sakura tree
The spring breeze
bothered and I didn't heard
I wished that isn't a
Goodbye
I wanted to see you, I
miss you and you left
The smile of that day
fell
You swore forever but
you're not here
If it comes true, next
year, when the sakura flies down
I want to take photos
of us side by side. That day won't come anymore”
“On the nights that I think of you, in a sweetly smelling breeze,
A comforting kindness will pass through me
I know just how painful it is
If a conversation is interrupted, it's sad...
Now I have opposed and strayed from the freedom called loneliness
On the nights that I think of you, in a sweetly smelling breeze,
Traces of you from the time we touched save me
Ah, if you sing, it will be carried to me, wrapped in the distant wind
A comforting kindness will pass through me”
“Slipping into the crowd
I can hear your voice
In the middle of the intersection, I look for a map for the future
I believe there's no dream that can't come true beyond the sky
I wanna go and find myself
Grab hold of a once-in-a-lifetime chance”
Sasuke didn’t know why, nor did he even thought of why, but
the things Akane has been writing… it was as if he wrote them himself. It was
like, a wave of despair washed over him in a sudden instant; the words striking
him like arrows with poison tips. He shook away the feeling, not wanting to
remember those painful moments of his life, and flipped the pages towards the
other thing she has been writing.
“The nightmares, they
don’t go away. It’s scaring me. I want to forget everything. I want to remember
only what beautiful memories I had, but they keep on bothering me. Reality… I
want to grip it tightly. I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to see reality,
just reality, because when the darkness covers my eyes, everything I know seems
to be an illusion. I don’t want it to fade away.”
“The life is hugging
me tightly; it’s so comforting. I want to be awake, I don’t want to sleep, I
just want this life to stay like this.”
They were broken thoughts, scribbled on the paper by a young
girl who looked so tough and complete, but weak and fragile inside. Sasuke felt
the same thing, with her writings, but he did not expect what he read next.
“I never imagined it.
The comfort it gives me is so warm, so gentle. I don’t want it to go away. Nee-chan…
Sasuke… Naruto… Hinata… Konohamaru… I don’t want it to fade. The nightmares,
they’re backing away. I don’t want them to go back. They helped me get better.
They’re family. Nee-chan promised she’d never leave, that we’ll be together forever.
Naruto… he will never betray me, I know it. He will never do those things they did. Hinata will always be there for me.
Konohamaru… he’s a comfort to have around. Sasuke… he understands. He knows
what I’ve also been through. It’s like… he’s there himself, and he lives
through the pain and regret. I wanna be like him. I want to survive this
trauma. I want it to go away, and to live.”
Sasuke threw the notebook on the ground, and he walked
towards the girl who, without speaking, has said so much in her life.
“Why do you write?”
“You can answer that question yourself.”
“Therapy.”
“No, not only that.”
The purpose of living, of being awake. Of being real.
IDFK why I went emo today. probably because that time is here...
That bloody time.
ANYWAY! Since I went emo, I went on and wrote a random thing with Sasuke and Akane.
I wanted to get to Akane's head, to how it feels when you have post-traumatic stress disorder.
I wanted to see how to have nightmares every night, and what would she
write about when she's using writing as her therapy.
You don't get it? Let me explain: Akane suffers from PTSD because her clan, along
with two other close clans, were killed by the last two clans of the Five Families
of Arashigakure. So Akira (her sister) advised her to write, so she could
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