[At first, he doesn’t move, but finally, he slides off the stool and stands up by the piano. Yeah. He can see now why Senri has been so very gay for Beauty.]
Sasuke’s jaw clenches.] It was to get an audience with you because I knew you would come for Senri or something of his. I thought you would give it back considering it isn’t yours.
Sasuke-kun, I would have come regardless. [Still ignoring the fact he should have given it back!] So you were planning to steal it away. ...did Senri say he wants it back?
[Wow. He has the opportunity to be shitty and lie, saying Senri wants it back. And yet... there’s a mess already, so he doesn’t.] Not the point. [This is dumb.]
[This isn’t—no. This is wasn’t ever something he thought he would have to navigate and know. None of this. He would rather be stuck in a ninja war honestly.]
He played you for attention, didn’t he? Because he was lonely.
[Sasuke doesn’t look smug. He doesn’t really look anything but very tired.] When he came. His wish was to find someone who loved him for who he was. Someone who would love him unconditionally. He was lonely. A boy with no one.
So he looked for attention where he could find it. You, me, the family he made here. But it’s impossible for you, and I never spoke up because I didn’t want to accept it.
And he found someone, the person he came with. Someone who would love him and who he could love. [Give him battles. Not this.] Now we’re left with what he gave us this whole game without the end result.
He came back crying the week he forced me into a date for favors. It was you, wasn’t it? Not Sincerity.
…why would that be impossible for me? [Just…a thought. He's really confused where this is going, but at the same time, like, yeah, he knows Senri is needy and clingy and likes attention. It's surprising to hear this from Sasuke because…
…is he implying what he thinks he's implying?
Then he starts to talk about Taka and yeah, wow.]
I never gave him a task to date anyone. And I suppose when you look at it that way…[…] Falling in love is hard, because someone is always going to be sad. But I don't think it's something to be avoided or feared.
Disorder gave him the task. The one for me. The others... He was enjoying himself is all. Your date was the one he came back from crying.
[He doesn’t take his eye off Tamaki from around the piano.] He wouldn’t have chosen to stay with you. It would be impossible. [The words sound so bluntly mean, but he doesn’t bark them.]
Just like he didn’t choose me. Because I never said anything.
[…well sure didn't know that! Thanks!! He's openly surprised by that and he doesn't really know what to say.]
I didn't…[What?? But also, yeah, ow? What the hell, that's obvious and yet it sounds worse coming from someone else so he's sort of staring for a moment.]
Sasuke-kun. [Let's try something else and not think about all of the people he doesn't get to be with.] Did something happen?
[His brows furrow when the topic is turned on him. He recoils so to speak, immediately guarded.] No. Nothing that hasn’t been fixed. Nothing... that hasn’t been accepted. [Let him rest.
He misses his brother, and Konoha, and his friends, and his teacher, and his chakra and abilities, and yet... He knows he’ll miss a lot of people he’s met here, too.]
[Again, he looks back up.] In exchange for allowing you to keep the sweater, I want something from you. [But he doesn't say what yet. His dark eye watches Tamaki carefully.]
[He's allowing, otherwise, he will get in and take it.]
I want... [Faltering, he turns his head away. His face softens, pinches gently, and then he looks back.] I want a copy of the picture of us. Team 7. The one our teacher, Kakashi, has or had.
[Sasuke actually looks... surprised. As if he thinks this may be some kind of joke. He glances around the parlor and looks back as Tamaki turns to go back into the room.
For a moment, he hesitates, but then he weaves around the piano to follow Tamaki inside.]
[This time when Sasuke enters the room he'll find that it's a little different than when he allowed him to stay before with Senri and Ray.
The walls are a soft lavender color and the furniture is rather lavish. There's a large bed against the wall with blue and white bedding, neatly made and pillows fluffed. There're end tables with vases of roses, a large writer's desk in a corner, and a white chaise. There's also a bookcase filled with books and journals on several subjects, along with an array of music books. The bathroom door is closed, as is the closet that's on another wall. There's a photo on the nightstand next to his bed, and hanging from the walls are five portraits; a dark-haired boy with glasses, a taller, more serious dark-haired boy, a small blonde boy, two auburn-haired twins, and someone who looks like an effeminate male. They're all in a line and right in eyesight. While most of the furniture is familiar, there was definitely a lack of pictures when Sasuke was there last.
As it is, Beauty goes over to the bookcase and pulls out what looks like a very thick photo album. He'll seat himself on the edge of his bed to start flipping through its pages.]
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Were you trying to get into my room for his sweater? [This answers Nothing.]
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[At first, he doesn’t move, but finally, he slides off the stool and stands up by the piano. Yeah. He can see now why Senri has been so very gay for Beauty.]
Why haven’t you given it back?
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...he said I could keep it. Why did you give it to me if you wanted me to give it back?
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[This doesn’t seem to be for Tamaki.
Sasuke’s jaw clenches.] It was to get an audience with you because I knew you would come for Senri or something of his. I thought you would give it back considering it isn’t yours.
But clearly Senri wants to be stupid.
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Are you planning to give it back to him?
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No. Senri said I could keep it. [So why would he?] He still has some of my things as well.
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He played you for attention, didn’t he? Because he was lonely.
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...what? [He still looks confused and he's shaking his head.] I don't think so...? Why would you say that?
[Oh my god Sasuke he's already fucked up for other reasons, don't plant that idea.]
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[Sasuke doesn’t look smug. He doesn’t really look anything but very tired.] When he came. His wish was to find someone who loved him for who he was. Someone who would love him unconditionally. He was lonely. A boy with no one.
So he looked for attention where he could find it. You, me, the family he made here. But it’s impossible for you, and I never spoke up because I didn’t want to accept it.
And he found someone, the person he came with. Someone who would love him and who he could love. [Give him battles. Not this.] Now we’re left with what he gave us this whole game without the end result.
He came back crying the week he forced me into a date for favors. It was you, wasn’t it? Not Sincerity.
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…is he implying what he thinks he's implying?
Then he starts to talk about Taka and yeah, wow.]
I never gave him a task to date anyone. And I suppose when you look at it that way…[…] Falling in love is hard, because someone is always going to be sad. But I don't think it's something to be avoided or feared.
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[He doesn’t take his eye off Tamaki from around the piano.] He wouldn’t have chosen to stay with you. It would be impossible. [The words sound so bluntly mean, but he doesn’t bark them.]
Just like he didn’t choose me. Because I never said anything.
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I didn't…[What?? But also, yeah, ow? What the hell, that's obvious and yet it sounds worse coming from someone else so he's sort of staring for a moment.]
Sasuke-kun. [Let's try something else and not think about all of the people he doesn't get to be with.] Did something happen?
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He misses his brother, and Konoha, and his friends, and his teacher, and his chakra and abilities, and yet... He knows he’ll miss a lot of people he’s met here, too.]
Why does it matter?
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What about yours? Was it resolved?
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It was resolved, yes. We resolved it weeks ago.
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Fine. [He glances down at the piano, though it's more in thought than anything else.] Then drop it.
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...I don't know if I can do that when you seem upset, Sasuke-kun. Are you sure you're alright?
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[Again, he looks back up.] In exchange for allowing you to keep the sweater, I want something from you. [But he doesn't say what yet. His dark eye watches Tamaki carefully.]
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What is it?
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I want... [Faltering, he turns his head away. His face softens, pinches gently, and then he looks back.] I want a copy of the picture of us. Team 7. The one our teacher, Kakashi, has or had.
The one of me, Naruto, Sakura, and him.
[this one]
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Please come in. [With that, he's turning away from the wall and heading back into his room. Come along, Sasuke.]
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For a moment, he hesitates, but then he weaves around the piano to follow Tamaki inside.]
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The walls are a soft lavender color and the furniture is rather lavish. There's a large bed against the wall with blue and white bedding, neatly made and pillows fluffed. There're end tables with vases of roses, a large writer's desk in a corner, and a white chaise. There's also a bookcase filled with books and journals on several subjects, along with an array of music books. The bathroom door is closed, as is the closet that's on another wall. There's a photo on the nightstand next to his bed, and hanging from the walls are five portraits; a dark-haired boy with glasses, a taller, more serious dark-haired boy, a small blonde boy, two auburn-haired twins, and someone who looks like an effeminate male. They're all in a line and right in eyesight. While most of the furniture is familiar, there was definitely a lack of pictures when Sasuke was there last.
As it is, Beauty goes over to the bookcase and pulls out what looks like a very thick photo album. He'll seat himself on the edge of his bed to start flipping through its pages.]
...tell me a little about them? Your team.
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