homeless f o r e v e r dear lord

[dysthanasia]

Hmm? I don't know what you expect me to say. Your fixation is not my problem.

[It's Sakura's voice and Sakura's face - a little older, but still hers - yet there's something off about it. About her. Something hard around her eyes, something sharp and cold in her tone. She's spinning a kunai around her forefinger as she speaks, a slow, almost lazy suggestion of violence.

Though if you needed a less subtle clue that something's different, the slash through her hitai-ate probably says enough.]

Do I need to spell it out? I'm not in the mood to cater to your whims and deal with idiots. Although -

[A smirk, and it's not right either. She catches the kunai, worn leather creaking around the handle.]

- if you can make it worth the bother, I suppose I could forgive you.

Just don't waste my time.



((OOC: future face-heel-turn!AU, aka sakura the psychopath. basically, she's awful. no, really. there will more than likely be triggering content (violence, torture) in this post, so please tread with caution. i'll do my best to label specific threads. if you want to tag in and there's something you'd like me to avoid, please pm me.))

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[transcendens]

And what would make it worth your time, I wonder.

[dysthanasia]

[She shrugs.]

I don't want to be bored, that's all.

[transcendens]

Ah, but there are so many ways to alleviate one's boredom. At least help me narrow it down.

[aphoenixsong]

I take it that you do not get along with your Mundane? (Stating the obvious and he knows it. Thus the smirk.)

/incorporates random game canon w/e i do what i want

[dysthanasia]

Hm. [She begins spinning the kunai again, a small smile on her face.]

You once told me the most intriguing women were always troublemakers. Do you still think that?

omg dumbledore scream

[dysthanasia]

I wouldn't say that. We're new to each other. I'm sure I'll find out before too long.

he's watching you.

[aphoenixsong]

I must say you don't seem very open to suggestion.

aw yeah!

[transcendens]

[ The corner of his mouth curves into a smirk. ]

I've had no reason to change my mind.

idk that he'll like what he sees

[dysthanasia]

[Sharp smile.]

Don't I?

Why do you say that?

[dysthanasia]

Some might say I'm more intriguing than I was back then.

[And there's your answer. Sorta.]

[transcendens]

Have you discovered a penchant for causing trouble, Haruno Sakura?

probably not.

[aphoenixsong]

You were ordering your Mundane. (Ordering =/= open for suggestion.)

[dysthanasia]

Technically, I'm a criminal. That counts, right?

oops

[dysthanasia]

I guess I was. I've always been bossy.

/creeeeeeps

[eternalscorpion]

[ The difference fascinates Sasori. He never thought a naive and emotional girl like her would be the type to turn her back on her village. So much has changed, it appears. ]

You truly do never fail to surprise me, little girl.

...Or rather, Sakura. You've grown up.

[anbu]

[Itachi looks at her in measured detachment, cool and quiet. There's an underlying question here -- what happened? But he doesn't ask.]

Dissatisfied, Haruno?

[His dark eyes are sharp on that marked hitai-ate. And the silver gleam of her blade in the light.]

LOL WOW ICON you didn't see that

[dysthanasia]

[So much has happened. That's key.]

Yeah, I'm not so little anymore.

You look the same. [Pause.] Well, you look less dead, but otherwise.

[dysthanasia]

Not yet.

[Not with him around. He's interesting.]

So many corpses walking around. I thought Kabuto was dead.

[transcendens]

Oh yes, that counts a great deal. What misdeeds have you to your name?

[dysthanasia]

[She tugs a little on her headband, the one with the mark through the leaf.]

Missing-nin. You know what that means, Sousuke?

[anbu]

[He might be flattered under differing circumstances. It isn't an easy feat to unsettle an Uchiha, but Itachi sees the wrongness clear in Sakura. It's almost familiar.]

There is no future for those who should be dead.

[You know this, the tone implies.]

[transcendens]

[ He glances up at it, takes in the strike etched into the metal. ]

Possibly. Perhaps you could enlighten me.

[dysthanasia]

[She laughs, and it's almost like she always has but not quite.]

Always speaking in riddles, Uchiha.

Come on. There must be things you want to ask.

[About her? About Konoha? About his brother, maybe? There's no guarantee she'll answer, but he could play his luck if his curiosity is strong enough.]

[dysthanasia]

A ninja who has abandoned their village. A traitor. They put you down in a bingo book and hunter-nin pop up every now and again to try to put you down like a rabid dog, no matter how close to the Hokage you used to be.

[Is that bitter? It doesn't really sound it, oddly enough. Just a recitation of fact, like out of one of her medical textbooks.]

After I became that, everything I do is a crime. Living is a crime.

[anbu]

Perhaps.

[There are things, of course, but he's not sure she'll surrender him information without any kind of struggle. Which is why he chooses observation instead.]

You are an S-class missing-nin. It does not take much to guess at other surrounding details, as one myself.