@foxcurse asked: " Happy birthday, grumpy. I'm really glad you were born. "
Happy belated birthday, Sasuke! | July 23rd
“Don’t call me grumpy.”
Brows crinkle in a way that almost directly contradicts his protest; but he pauses slightly at the sentence that followed. A sentiment that he wasn’t even sure he himself shared and yet...
A scoff was dredged up from his throat as Sasuke looks away with the faintest upturn of his lips. “-- But thanks, loser.”
@foxcurse asked: " If only you would let go of that hate for just a little while... maybe things between us could change; maybe we could be like we used to. "
“And this is exactly what pisses me off about you the most.”
There couldn’t of been a string of words stitched together that would piss the Uchiha off more; dark eyes narrowing as teeth seemed to bare in his anger, focusing all of his ire onto his former best friend. Let it go? Let it go --- like he was the problem, like Sasuke’s anger and pain and hatred wasn’t all justified. Why was it that he was the only one who could see that everyone around him was guilty??
Despite the white hot anger searing his chest, Sasuke straightens his back slightly; scoffing the faintest, sharpest mockery of a chuckle. “You believe that -- you really believe that, don’t you?” He asks, voice still calm; barely hiding the anger underneath the surface. “You think things will be okay if I just follow you back to that place and pretend everything is okay. That all I need to do is let it go...”
Fingers twitch slightly, resisting the urge to bury nails into his own palms. “ --- How can you not fucking get it? I refuse to go back to that place and act as though everything is okay. That Konoha wasn’t the ones who lead my clan to it’s demise. You can afford to forgive them for the way they forsake you -- but there’s nothing left for me there.”
Not even you.