Naruto Writing Memes

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modpuppet wrote in naruto_meme
JULY is for the "THREE TIMES" meme!

+ Post a prompt that starts with "Three times..."
+ e.g. "Three times Konoha suffered an unexplained drowning." "Three times Kakashi got laid by someone who wasn't the man/woman of his dreams." "Three Times Kishi Made Fandom go LolWHUT." &c.
+ Then, pick a prompt or three that strike your fancy and write out three scenarios! These can be as long or as short as you like; one sentence per scenario, a full-length oneshot per scenario... it's up to your discretion.
+ Please remember that you're filling someone's prompt, however, and they deserve a genuine response. This doesn't mean you can't write humor/crack, or that the meme requires your absolute finest, heavily edited, polished, and multiple-times beta-read writing! Just exercise discretion (and don't do this). We're all trying to have fun in a positive creative space.
+ Play nice. This should be fun for ALL.
+ For every request you make try to fill out AT LEAST one request. Give and you shall receive.
+ Do not CLAIM prompts. Any given prompts can be filled infinitely, so you needn't claim the one you're writing, out of fear someone else will write for it as well. The more the merrier!
+ Make sure to watch the threads you start, so you'll know when your request has been filled/if any anon has replied asking for a clarification of your prompt.
+ Feel free to rec this far and wide!


If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to e-mail, or LJ message kalliel (not modpuppet!).

Have fun; go wild! :D

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Three times Sasuke wished he could go home.

1. The stuff on his plate cannot possibly be edible. Yet Sasuke is expected to eat it all.

The doubtful, disgusted expression on his face leads Kabuto to explain, "It's a recipe high in protein, riboflavin, folic acids -"

Sasuke holds up one hand. He does not want to hear anymore. Instead, he focuses on thinking of something, anything else than -

the bento box, rice and sushi wrapped in seaweed, with a tomato sliced up. It was Sakura who had made it for him, their first lunch outside of training, outside of being a team. As "friends". He hadn't wanted it - he'd shoved it away dismissively, not caring to eat the seasoned foods or rice. Yet he'd taken the tomato slices to please her. And they'd tasted good.

He shakes his head. The food tastes raw. Merely meant to strengthen the muscles, boost the metabolism. Without feeling. And Sasuke finishes the dish through slow and agonizing forkfuls because it will make him strong, because he can no longer take only the tomato from the bento box.

2. The moans, in the beginning, shake Sasuke from sleep. The faint yet utterly terrible sound of the Expendables, the humans being used for experimentation, reach through the crack in his door and rouse him from sleep.

They are screaming, somewhere; being also torn apart. Injected with serums, DNA destroyed, their genome altered to make formidable monsters. Those were the Expendables - the ones who screamed most. Who wouldn't live....

He tries to remember what silence at night is like. And Sasuke can't help but remember the strange sort of calm he had when he slept on cold floors or hard forest ground for missions, always with two other bodies next to him, as if reassured someone would be there to wake him up -

Sasuke holds his ears, knowing they will continue to scream, but almost as if to send the memories back where they came, because it weakened him.

3. When he is beaten for the the first and last time, Sasuke is aware of what he has been denying.

Orochimaru stands above him, the cold shadow cast across the wall. And Sasuke can hardly move. His teacher has taken his neck and strangled it, dislocated his ribs, broken fingers, battered and bloodied him. Because Sasuke rebelled against his word, questioned his word. Because Sasuke did not yet understand the system. Don't question. Don't disobey.

"Know your place," he whispers.

With these words, with pain that pulses and pulses with the uneven tattoo of his heart, as Sasuke lies across that floor he knows that he would not mind going home, despite telling himself again and again it would only foil him, his goal - he knows it is true. In these impossibly infinite moments, filled with disgust and pain and hatred and doubt and fear, he wants nothing more than to run across the impossibly vast distance, even to be imprisoned until he died - it would not matter if he was able to return to a home....

"Get up," the teacher - the monster - commands. And Sasuke is taken to the cot, by the unknown hands on his shoulders, and is left to lie until he wills himself to no longer wish, to forget through the letting go. Of everything. (Of them.)

Wow, that's just chilling. Life in Sound = raw and unforgiving, and Sasuke's only way to survive = to wall himself in denial. The fic works great to show it. Thank you so much!

not the op

but christ i love this

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