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   Kakashi frowned for a moment, trying to hide his momentary surprise before he managed to sink against the wall. The Kage monthly banquet brimming with Lord’s from each country, each Kage of course and their subordinates and this year the Third had invited Kakashi. “A little party? I’m sorry, but are you even old enough to drink?”

    “..Has one of the Fire Lords lost a child again..” he mumbled to himself.

               The Kage of Iwagakure, Onoki, had a soft spot for the reckless blond. Disregarding Deidara’s explosive personality, the old man would continuously invite him to these fancy shindigs. Deidara didn’t think too much of the gesture, except the fact it was a chance to get absolutely plastered. He didn’t want to dress up for it, the only reason he’s even wearing a nice shirt is because Kurotsuchi forced it on him. It was apparent he didn’t know how to rock it because within the few hours he’d been in it there were already clay stains in various places. 

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He wanted to keep his eyes shut to drown the headache pounding in his skull, ignore the ache coursing through his limbs. He kept quiet the entire duration of his forced return to Konoha, knowing full well that any words that begged to be spoken needed to be stitched shut so the trimmed tassels didn’t become weights of toxicity that easily fled from his mouth as they did before. They were corroded lies anyway, nothing more than mere gambits in his search for what mattered. Of course, they deemed his actions wrong. They had no room to draw conclusions when distance mocked them in a cruel reality.

He didn’t lose to Naruto at the Valley of the End, but he didn’t make it beyond the border either. He was stopped before his steps could reach the pseudo freedom of these tarnished ties. He nearly forgot how deafening silence could be. Allowing the swirling emotions embedded into his heart by this throbbing loneliness was too much to release in the past. He preferred to keep them locked away in false security.

It was difficult to breathe, the lacerations running deep, slicing his lungs as if physically beaten down. This attempt of leaving was the only option he found substantial and it was squandered by mere reluctance others held in letting him finally escape this painful existence. Now he was forced to face the consequences of a decision no one understood, forced to speak to the one who divided the lines in the first place.

“You’re the one that told me I had to choose,” Sasuke uttered, facing his sensei. “It’s not my fault you didn’t like the outcome.”

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“Just replicating your instructor’s techniques won’t be enough, y’know.” Minato side-stepped another chakra-fuelled kick.