The Reaper [FIC]
The Reaper
Author: Ladelle
Rating: M - One Shot
Pairing: Sasu-Naru-Sasu
Genre: Drama, Horror
Summary: Based on a quote challenge by Darkalbino:
"Think if we're quiet enough, we'll hear his heart stop beating?"
"We'd have to know what we're listening for, Sasuke. You can't hear what you don't have."
Comments: These psycho!sasuke stories scare me.
Life slowly ebbing away, the crooked politician gargled against the blood pooling in his mouth and focused his remaining attention on the body looming above him. He was caught in he figure’s shadow, drowned in its darkness. The harbinger of his death merely stood beside him, watching blankly as a human life was snubbed short. Terror overtook the old man’s senses and he hacked, his eyes widening as he realized there would be no mercy from his killer. None to save his life, and none to look sympathetic that a life had been lost.
Drowning in his own blood, the world faded to black.
From above him, Sasuke Uchiha watched with curiosity. He had always wondered what his victims thought in their last minutes. As his bullet met their flesh, there was always a certain calmness that enveloped his target. Perhaps they were processing what had happened, or more likely, using what little know-how they had to predict how much longer they’d be breathing. But in those last moments, the ones at the very end, there was always panic.
“Are you afraid of dying?” Sasuke asked the body. It convulsed slightly and he frowned.
That fear was foreign to him, since he found little satisfaction in living.
Sasuke’s thoughts were interrupted by a person emerging from the shadowed walkway behind him. Sasuke hadn’t noticed the man before, but it didn’t matter. He had seen everything, and probably wouldn’t understand. Few people did. The ones who didn’t usually ended up dead.
Clapping filled the cobblestone area beneath the bridge, and echoed off the cement foundations. Sasuke turned to face the onlooker, and surprisingly, felt an odd feeling pass through him as their eyes met. He saw a vague reflection of himself, but only for a brief moment. It disappeared as quickly as it had come, and was replaced with an animalistic grin.
“The fucker deserved it, right?” the man asked, and he pocketed his hands as he stalked into the lamplight of the underpass. “He must have, for you to watch him lose his shit without taking another shot.”
Sasuke watched the other man warily, or as warily as he could for being as passive as he was. He lifted the gun and took perfect aim, his barrel neatly aligned with where this stranger’s heart would be. Pausing, Sasuke considered this new person’s death. He tilted the gun a bit lower, so that if he decided to shoot, the stranger’s death wouldn’t be quick. Would he die like the man before, with a serenity followed by senseless anxiety?
Sasuke’s finger tightened against the trigger, but the stranger merely grinned. “You gonna shoot me? Hmm, well, if it’s my time…I’ve been waiting for the fucker who’ll end my life.”
Sasuke frowned. He knew that he wasn’t normal and that he didn’t react the way normal people did when confronted with certain situations. But this other man wasn’t either. He wasn’t some person reluctant to happen upon an event, and use reverse psychology to make it out with his life intact.
The man standing adjacent to Sasuke was perfectly serious. There was no fear. In fact, Sasuke would have guesses that unlike the majority of the people he had encountered, this person welcomed danger and chance. As if it validated his existence.
“Name’s Naruto,” the stranger executed. He came closer to Sasuke until he could wrap his fingers around the bulk of the gun and proceeded to pull it against his belly. “And you. Are you gonna be the one to do it?”
Sasuke’s eyes glanced downward and he saw the gun pressed against the stranger’s orange hoodie, its tip buried in the fabric. Meeting the other’s eyes once again, Sasuke retreated his weapon.
“I have no intention of killing you,” Sasuke stated. He only killed those who earned it. He pocketed his gun and stepped back, his original victim drawing his attention as it wracked through another soundless spasm. He frowned and looked back at Naruto. “If you want to die so badly, do it yourself. Or see a psychologist.”
Cobalt eyes glistened and Naruto laughed before raising an eyebrow, his attention darting from the dead body to where Sasuke’s gun was hidden, until finally, he snickered. “You’re one crazy mother fucker yourself. But that’s okay. I like it. He told me I would.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “’He’?”
“He told me to come here tonight. Said I’d find something interesting. And lookie, I found you,” Naruto was grinning again, and his eyes were hungry. Sasuke wondered if that’s what his victims saw right before they died; if he wore that face, the face of a wolf closing in on its pray, about to pounce.
Naruto was going on. “I can get pretty out of hand, you know, but fuck if I’ve ever wanted something as much as I want you.”
Sasuke let it happen. Naruto tackled him down and pinned him there. There was something different in his eyes than moments before, and it was intriguing. A desperation. An insanity. Something untamable, and undeniably interesting. They were the eyes of someone who was the complete opposite of Sasuke, but just as damaged. Sasuke felt his heart rate hasten, and wondered, again, if this was what the people he had killed felt.
Was it fear?
Hips planted against hips, arms were pinned to the side, and Naruto looked more like a creature than human. Sasuke wasn’t much for physicality, but he could see the man straddling him’s appeal. His skin was dark and his eyes shifted between colors, as if two beings were constantly battling to be the one experiencing the world. Blond hair fell in haphazard layers around Naruto’s face, which looked younger than Sasuke thought he was.
Sasuke had a few years on him, but the difference felt staggering. He could have escaped at any moment, blown the face off the man above him, but he didn’t. He waited, listened, and watched. Had he looked this crazed the first time he had killed? Sasuke realized, in an offhanded way, that this Naruto person was struggling not to kill him. Fascinating, considering Sasuke merely ended lives on a whim of what he considered justice.
“I know your type,” Naruto said, but his thoughts sounded more organized, and his voice deeper. Naruto looked crueler, and his features harsher than before, like something inside of him had broken without cause. It suddenly occurred, with all of the sense in the world, that Naruto wasn’t just one person. And right now, Sasuke was dealing with number two.
“You don’t understand pleasure or pain,” Naruto breathed tersely as he rocked against Sasuke, glaring down with a look of pure possession. “But you like control. You like killing them and knowing you did it. Knowing you have the power to judge. To act when others can’t. That fucker deserved it. Right?”
Sasuke watched the range of emotions change on Naruto’s face as Number Two expected a bigger reaction. Sasuke simply stared on, unaffected. Strangely, he didn’t feel fear. He felt disappointed.
“Unless you’re going to kill me, get off.”
Naruto’s eyes widened and the calmness returned. Number One. “I’m not gonna kill you,” Naruto stated. “You’re just like me.”
“I am not.” Sasuke replied, and when he felt Naruto’s weight lose its rigidity, he shook his wrists free and sat up. Naruto sank backwards in the bowl of his lap, and his head tilted sideways before he laughed. Sasuke decided that the sound was sad.
“You and I are the same.” Naruto restated. “We both wanted to die tonight.”
Sasuke snorted, wondering if that was true. From the initial chill that raced up his spine, he assumed that it was. Which led him to a thought. Did his victims only feel fear because they weren’t alone?
“You and I are the same,” Sasuke repeated, though Naruto’s forehead sank to meet the dip of Sasuke’s left shoulder.
“I’ve been fucking waiting for you for forever.”
Sasuke strangely felt like he had been waiting for Naruto as well. He let his head drift to the side, and saw the dead body of the politician only a few feet away. He frowned.
“Do you think, if we listened hard enough, we could’ve heard the moment when his heartbeat stopped?”
Naruto’s lips parted and he looked at the body with contempt. He tched. “You’d have to have a heart to care about bullshit like that.”
Sasuke nodded and dismissed the thought. He realized he really didn’t care at all.
Author: Ladelle
Rating: M - One Shot
Pairing: Sasu-Naru-Sasu
Genre: Drama, Horror
Summary: Based on a quote challenge by Darkalbino:
"Think if we're quiet enough, we'll hear his heart stop beating?"
"We'd have to know what we're listening for, Sasuke. You can't hear what you don't have."
Comments: These psycho!sasuke stories scare me.
Life slowly ebbing away, the crooked politician gargled against the blood pooling in his mouth and focused his remaining attention on the body looming above him. He was caught in he figure’s shadow, drowned in its darkness. The harbinger of his death merely stood beside him, watching blankly as a human life was snubbed short. Terror overtook the old man’s senses and he hacked, his eyes widening as he realized there would be no mercy from his killer. None to save his life, and none to look sympathetic that a life had been lost.
Drowning in his own blood, the world faded to black.
From above him, Sasuke Uchiha watched with curiosity. He had always wondered what his victims thought in their last minutes. As his bullet met their flesh, there was always a certain calmness that enveloped his target. Perhaps they were processing what had happened, or more likely, using what little know-how they had to predict how much longer they’d be breathing. But in those last moments, the ones at the very end, there was always panic.
“Are you afraid of dying?” Sasuke asked the body. It convulsed slightly and he frowned.
That fear was foreign to him, since he found little satisfaction in living.
Sasuke’s thoughts were interrupted by a person emerging from the shadowed walkway behind him. Sasuke hadn’t noticed the man before, but it didn’t matter. He had seen everything, and probably wouldn’t understand. Few people did. The ones who didn’t usually ended up dead.
Clapping filled the cobblestone area beneath the bridge, and echoed off the cement foundations. Sasuke turned to face the onlooker, and surprisingly, felt an odd feeling pass through him as their eyes met. He saw a vague reflection of himself, but only for a brief moment. It disappeared as quickly as it had come, and was replaced with an animalistic grin.
“The fucker deserved it, right?” the man asked, and he pocketed his hands as he stalked into the lamplight of the underpass. “He must have, for you to watch him lose his shit without taking another shot.”
Sasuke watched the other man warily, or as warily as he could for being as passive as he was. He lifted the gun and took perfect aim, his barrel neatly aligned with where this stranger’s heart would be. Pausing, Sasuke considered this new person’s death. He tilted the gun a bit lower, so that if he decided to shoot, the stranger’s death wouldn’t be quick. Would he die like the man before, with a serenity followed by senseless anxiety?
Sasuke’s finger tightened against the trigger, but the stranger merely grinned. “You gonna shoot me? Hmm, well, if it’s my time…I’ve been waiting for the fucker who’ll end my life.”
Sasuke frowned. He knew that he wasn’t normal and that he didn’t react the way normal people did when confronted with certain situations. But this other man wasn’t either. He wasn’t some person reluctant to happen upon an event, and use reverse psychology to make it out with his life intact.
The man standing adjacent to Sasuke was perfectly serious. There was no fear. In fact, Sasuke would have guesses that unlike the majority of the people he had encountered, this person welcomed danger and chance. As if it validated his existence.
“Name’s Naruto,” the stranger executed. He came closer to Sasuke until he could wrap his fingers around the bulk of the gun and proceeded to pull it against his belly. “And you. Are you gonna be the one to do it?”
Sasuke’s eyes glanced downward and he saw the gun pressed against the stranger’s orange hoodie, its tip buried in the fabric. Meeting the other’s eyes once again, Sasuke retreated his weapon.
“I have no intention of killing you,” Sasuke stated. He only killed those who earned it. He pocketed his gun and stepped back, his original victim drawing his attention as it wracked through another soundless spasm. He frowned and looked back at Naruto. “If you want to die so badly, do it yourself. Or see a psychologist.”
Cobalt eyes glistened and Naruto laughed before raising an eyebrow, his attention darting from the dead body to where Sasuke’s gun was hidden, until finally, he snickered. “You’re one crazy mother fucker yourself. But that’s okay. I like it. He told me I would.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “’He’?”
“He told me to come here tonight. Said I’d find something interesting. And lookie, I found you,” Naruto was grinning again, and his eyes were hungry. Sasuke wondered if that’s what his victims saw right before they died; if he wore that face, the face of a wolf closing in on its pray, about to pounce.
Naruto was going on. “I can get pretty out of hand, you know, but fuck if I’ve ever wanted something as much as I want you.”
Sasuke let it happen. Naruto tackled him down and pinned him there. There was something different in his eyes than moments before, and it was intriguing. A desperation. An insanity. Something untamable, and undeniably interesting. They were the eyes of someone who was the complete opposite of Sasuke, but just as damaged. Sasuke felt his heart rate hasten, and wondered, again, if this was what the people he had killed felt.
Was it fear?
Hips planted against hips, arms were pinned to the side, and Naruto looked more like a creature than human. Sasuke wasn’t much for physicality, but he could see the man straddling him’s appeal. His skin was dark and his eyes shifted between colors, as if two beings were constantly battling to be the one experiencing the world. Blond hair fell in haphazard layers around Naruto’s face, which looked younger than Sasuke thought he was.
Sasuke had a few years on him, but the difference felt staggering. He could have escaped at any moment, blown the face off the man above him, but he didn’t. He waited, listened, and watched. Had he looked this crazed the first time he had killed? Sasuke realized, in an offhanded way, that this Naruto person was struggling not to kill him. Fascinating, considering Sasuke merely ended lives on a whim of what he considered justice.
“I know your type,” Naruto said, but his thoughts sounded more organized, and his voice deeper. Naruto looked crueler, and his features harsher than before, like something inside of him had broken without cause. It suddenly occurred, with all of the sense in the world, that Naruto wasn’t just one person. And right now, Sasuke was dealing with number two.
“You don’t understand pleasure or pain,” Naruto breathed tersely as he rocked against Sasuke, glaring down with a look of pure possession. “But you like control. You like killing them and knowing you did it. Knowing you have the power to judge. To act when others can’t. That fucker deserved it. Right?”
Sasuke watched the range of emotions change on Naruto’s face as Number Two expected a bigger reaction. Sasuke simply stared on, unaffected. Strangely, he didn’t feel fear. He felt disappointed.
“Unless you’re going to kill me, get off.”
Naruto’s eyes widened and the calmness returned. Number One. “I’m not gonna kill you,” Naruto stated. “You’re just like me.”
“I am not.” Sasuke replied, and when he felt Naruto’s weight lose its rigidity, he shook his wrists free and sat up. Naruto sank backwards in the bowl of his lap, and his head tilted sideways before he laughed. Sasuke decided that the sound was sad.
“You and I are the same.” Naruto restated. “We both wanted to die tonight.”
Sasuke snorted, wondering if that was true. From the initial chill that raced up his spine, he assumed that it was. Which led him to a thought. Did his victims only feel fear because they weren’t alone?
“You and I are the same,” Sasuke repeated, though Naruto’s forehead sank to meet the dip of Sasuke’s left shoulder.
“I’ve been fucking waiting for you for forever.”
Sasuke strangely felt like he had been waiting for Naruto as well. He let his head drift to the side, and saw the dead body of the politician only a few feet away. He frowned.
“Do you think, if we listened hard enough, we could’ve heard the moment when his heartbeat stopped?”
Naruto’s lips parted and he looked at the body with contempt. He tched. “You’d have to have a heart to care about bullshit like that.”
Sasuke nodded and dismissed the thought. He realized he really didn’t care at all.