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[ i already regret sasuke and senri ]
i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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Sasuke looks--confused, but also surprised? He thought Senri was going to give him some lowdown high school drama involving Takaomi, or Ray, or Majima or something. But no. It's... a photo?
It's a photo of most of them?
His brows knot in the middle of his forehead. His eye skips and jumps over the picture, looking at each face.] Us...? [Slowly, his brows soften.] I don't get it... Why... would this upset you so much?
Don't you take pictures of everyone all the time?
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once he decides, he lets a smile stretch across his face, perfect and pristine.]
... uh-huh. I like pictures. Once I started to get more famous, people would take all kinds of pictures of me. When I was on stage, with me, I started to have a collection.
My classmates get pictures sometimes too - from their families. Pictures of all of them together, pictures of them when they were younger. Doting, warm ones, from the people who love them. I thought... that must be nice. I thought that whenever I found my family, we'd take a lot of pictures together, to make up for lost time.
... this is the first time I think I got something even close to that.
[and it's a little funny - how senri's expression is perfectly fitted into one of happiness. his expression is bright, and his smile isn't awkward in the slightest.
though there's the slightest glisten in his eye again.]
And I thought... it's nice. To have something as temporary as this, captured for even a second.
[to be given a physical reminder of everything he's going to lose.]
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Well, he hurts a little, too.
He's not... sure what to do. He hasn't even been good with anything like this at all much less thanking people for it when it's given to him. His right hand rises, agonizingly unsure and slow, up to thread the fingers through the orange hair by Senri's ear, back through it. The other hand follows, threading through the other side until he can cup Senri around the back of the neck at the hairline and pull the boy against his chest gently.
It's... supposed to be a hug, but Sasuke sucks at them.
He keeps his arms twined over Senri's shoulders, his voice low against the side of Senri's head.] So you won't forget us. [Really, he's not sure what else to say. He thinks about the photo Kakashi has of the three of them--of Team 7. He doesn't know if Kakashi even still has it... He hasn't been back to Konoha officially in... years.
So he doesn't think he can try to explain any merit to the photograph.]
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senri melts into the touch anyway.
this time his inhale comes as a surprise, sharp little intake - followed by a gently amused, gently tired, painfully sad laugh against sasuke's chest. he doesn't lift his head yet, instead wrapping his arms around sasuke too, fingers slowly curling into the cloth of his clothes, as if trying to keep him in place. the hug may not be any good at all, but since it's coming from sasuke, that makes it one of the best that senri's received.]
... you're so mean...
[when he speaks, it's quiet - trying to hold onto tones of amusement even though it feels like something's getting stuck in his throat. words he's not sure how to say, maybe.]
... this is just going to make it hurt worse, when I have to let go.
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[Sorry, it's his, like... ninja motto pretty much. It's what makes them ninjas. Enduring pain and suffering. He doesn't intend for it to sound so bad, but all he can do is just... hold Senri.]
It won't hurt for long. You'll have something... and something is better than nothing.
[Which only comes because he has nothing of Itachi. (His eyes.) He doesn't have anything of his family. Nothing but memories, and those memories, the last ones, are so terrible and bad, and it's all he can see when he closes his eyes. It's all his brother let him remember.]
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[he'll call out that lie, because of course he does. senri just laughs quietly even as he doesn't lift his head from where he's pressed against sasuke, if only because he's losing his ability to control his expression, to maintain it into something carefully curated into the shape of happiness. he's an actor, but he's losing his cool. isn't that embarrassing?]
I know it's not long at all... but for fifteen years, all I wanted...
[was a family. was for people to care about him, to look his way without it being for the sake of a lie. was for even just one person to love him unconditionally.]
But now I don't get to keep it.
[and he'll think about them for another fifteen years. and another fifteen after that. and after that.]
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The tips of his calloused fingers comb through the edges of the orange hair, rubbing the strands gently between them.]
I still have the lighter. We can burn it if you want.