#lightning-assassin

✇ @lightning-assassin | zoldyck, killua  ←

          THE UCHIHA HAD ALWAYS BEEN A LONE WOLF IN EVERY ASPECT OF HIS LIFE. In his lifetime, it was hard to trust someone and depend on them knowing that they’d be gone so soon. He had to live with himself on his own while everyone else was vying for the same amount of ambition and power. But, that mindset was something he regretted to have had. However, what else could he have done during that time? He was living in unrest and he was focused on avenging his family. He thought he only had to rely on himself. His heart had locked away gratitude and happiness and replaced them with pure hatred for the world and for everyone. It was only recently was he on the journey to recalibrating himself.

As he stood by the pier of Shoale Beach, his eyes examine the ebb and flow of the calm, spring waves. Maybe someday—when he and Sakura back in their time—he would take the team to the beaches around the world. They could spend their time reclaiming back what was missed and making new memories. He’d even go as far to say he’d gladly take pictures with them. That’s how much he’d missed them all together—and he didn’t even know it. 

Though a lone wolf, Sasuke had lived his life with regrets because he wasn’t grateful enough for what he had: a team willing to stand behind him. He ran away from that, and he wouldn’t wish his life on anyone else. Not even his mortal enemy. He was a lone wolf, not because he was raised to be but, because he threw away everything good in his life. He had missed so much. And as he walked away from the pier, he couldn’t help but think what would life be had he not abandoned everything. Had he just listened to Sakura all those years ago. Maybe, just maybe, he would have had something happier. But it was no use crying over spilled milk. What was done is done. He had to live with his own consequences.

He had been alone in his thoughts that he almost did not see another walking on the pier. Stopping just a hair in his tracks, Sasuke looked down and then backed away.

❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. ❞

He'd always had this habit of losing himself in the game of baseball, where everything would fade away except for the bat in his hands and the pitcher standing across from him readying for the next pitch and the bases he'd have to run as soon as his bat made contact with the ball. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it wasn't really a good thing either when he thought about it, it was probably one of the many reason's his classmates had taken to giving him his nickname.

Sora was in the forest. It was where he spent a good majority of his time, when he could. When he wasn’t working or trying to see if he could find some way to communicate with his friends from back home. Luckily — or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it — some of his friends were also appearing in Wonderland, so he didn’t feel as alone as before. Even though he was stuck here, that was no reason he should stop his training in his eyes. He could only summon his real Keyblade once a day, and he usually used that time to train as he was now.

It’s always a shame, but this allows for new growth, new potential, and new musings~

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Miyuki yelps as he feels something cold slip down his back. . “Dude?!? What the hell??”

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Shiro had been walking along as she always had, thankfully this world made it o she could handle being apart from Sora a bit better...well her body could maybe not her mind. Muttering her usual bit about begging not to be abandoned here her words caught her, confused her, and soon didn’t know where she was or where she was going. Finding herself in an alleyway that seemed to be connected to another part of the city, based on her findings and general assumptions...a male would pass by the alleyway next. And this world was just as predictable as an eager kid ran past the alley way entrance, one with black hair and odd green clothing. Curiosity spiking about him because the feeling seemed off, stepping out of the alleyway only for the sound of something rolling to come to her ears.