#sharinganrising

Years after reading this fic, I'm still haunted by @weialala-leia's Sharingan Rising

sasuke & michi from @weialala-leia 's sharingan rising series

When I disappear for months on end it’s because I am not very good with technology. Most of you already know this about me, and I appreciate your indulgence of the fact that I truly don’t belong in this century (@hazel3017  knows this. Girl had to convince me off outlook email so we could edit chapters together, shit you not.) Also, my dissertation is a delirium-inducing riot of equations. I dream of utility functions, and it’s truly awful. Godspeed to all the other grad students out there; folks, I feel your pain.

But I’ve wandered back into this century and logged back into my email. I hope everyone is getting through these truly crazy times okay. I am going to go through all your notes, well wishes, and inspiring stories and will be responding shortly. 

I am also back to writing. I figured that I could use this space to keep you updated as I write the next chapter for Ragnarokr. And with that, here’s a teaser that many of you asked for (minus any real spoilers because y’all know by now that there’s a war going on):

Sasuke grips Ozora’s reins loosely in one hand. He looks down the line of warriors on either side of him. Their horses are restless, eager to launch into attack. He spurs Ozora forward a few feet and turns to face the men. He raises his voice to be heard over the roar of battle around them. “We ride!”

               ‘ i don’t have a problem with you. ’     the words tumble out before yamato really has a handle on him, filling the void between them like murky water -- ambiguous, muddled, translucent. he wants to mean them, on some level. this kid is a memory from his formative years as tenzo, and important to his precious people, he should at least be able to stand near him without feeling nauseated and breaking out in a cold sweat.

          should. 

          and yet, for some reason -- something about his chakra raises the hair on the back of his neck, leaves him flashing back to glass tubes, needles, dead bodies rotting on the table and the feeling of resurrection. cold nights, soft fur, shared rations. reminds him of rage. sasuke’s chakra is reminiscent of orochimaru’s, of kakashi’s, and it leaves yamato dizzy with the conflicting feeling of safety and the cold, rabbit-fear of a rising panic attack. 

And he who sat on it had the name Death

I finally made an account. Enough folks (I’m looking at you, Hazel) have pestered me about this that I thought it should get over my inherent fear of technology (no, really: Hazel had to convince me to get a Gmail account for editing documents). I think people can reach out this way to me now? Let’s see if I can figure out how to reach back to you. 

In other news: Chapter 11 of Ragnorokr is up. 

           ‘  I’D BE LYING --- if i said keeping you here was for your own safety . i’m sure naruto would disagree . but we’ve both too many scars for any more dishonesty .  ’   he pulls air through his teeth as if he’s amounting to a charge , the pressure below his skin shifting & coiling into ladders that move electricity like a blood-flow . yet as much as there is underneath , he looks calm from certain distances . & even now , he keeps sasuke at arm’s length , to the only amount that makes sense to fit HISTORY between them .   ‘  wouldn’t you agree ?   ’