Story Name: Dementia
Chapter Name: Prologue: Disobedience
Warnings: AU, a bit OOC, gore and murder, boy/boy, minute torture, cursing, and general strangeness.
Summary: Sasuke Uchiha was many things, traitor, avenger, ninja, and murderer. He never thought he would add supernatural/magical creature to that list. It was Orochimaru's fault, somehow. He was sure of it. Although, the strange voice he's been hearing lately might also have a hand in his new… problem. Damn wizards.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. If I did, well, things would be a hell of a lot stranger than they already are. And that's saying something.
Authors Notes: I wrote this two years ago, found it a couple months ago, and pulled a major overhaul on it. I'm not even sure if they are technically the same thing anymore. Also, I try editing to the best of my abilities but I might have missed something, if anyone points something out it would be much appreciated. A beta, however, would be very lovely and might kick-start my ass into writing more often. Although many reviews might help. Well, tell me what you think, and please, do not favorite or alert without leaving a review first. I will not be very happy.
A young man stared at the ceiling, dark eyes looking blankly at the fan rotating in slow circles above him. He moved his head to the side, ignoring the dark hair that briefly obscured his vision, before focusing on the soft glow of the clock sitting on the oak desk just a little ways from where the young man was laying. The time was eleven twenty-nine, it was black as pitch outside of the window and he wouldn't sleep. Not that he couldn't, he was fairly certain that he could fall asleep if he put his mind to it seeing as he was always told that he could do anything he set his mind to (not that he really believed that load of shit seeing as he still hadn't killed him yet, but that was only a matter of time, really), but he was too angry to sleep. And there were two simple reasons why, even if they really didn't seem that way.
One, the man he left his friends to learn from, the man he turned his back on his village for, really wasn't doing his job. Sure he learned some things, but now he wasn't learning anything. Ever since Orochimaru had received an owl missive from some person outside of the Hidden Countries he had gone even more insane trying to come up with a new plan to reach his goal. The fact that this plan now involved relocating the entirety of Otogakure and moving it so that they were closer to the very person who sent the owl just made it even worse. Who happened to be just as freaky, if not more so, than the Snake Sannin, and very snaky in his own right. And honestly, who called themselves a Dark Lord these days, it just seemed so… he didn't even try to complete that thought because he was afraid of breaking his stoic mask and laughing at the absurdity of the direction his thoughts were taking. Maybe he was going the way of his teacher and heading the downward spiral of insanity as well?
And his second problem seemed to agree. The dark eyed man was hearing things while he was locked away, hidden from the Dark Lord because his sensei was afraid of him being 'stolen away'. Not that it was even possible; he was a ninja, not a wand-waver. He hadn't even been able to see magic at work with his eyes to see if he could even read it. Now, if he could, maybe that was why… Orochimaru didn't want him witnessing magic because it was possible his eyes could copy it and allow him to be magical. But that seemed impossible. And really had nothing to do with the voices he was hearing. Well, voice, seeing as it was only one. The young man caught brief moments of conversation, very one-sided, about many different things. They were all spoken by a teenage boy around his age and they confused him most often because he didn't know very much English yet. His sensei was leaving him at a great disadvantage. He had read some and was able to read more English than he was able to speak. And don't get him started on the accent.
My, going off topic again. He thought for a moment before levering himself out of bed and onto his feet. The young man needed to do something or he would go crazy. And that would be a very bad thing. Last time he was this bored he blew something up, not on purpose though, mind you. He had far more decorum than that. Or he liked to pretend to have, anyway.
The young man had taken to wandering around at night even though he had strict orders not to. Really, what was so dangerous that he couldn't handle it? There was no viable explanation for Orochimaru's actions and that ticked the young man off to no end. He huffed out a breath of air in momentary anger before he regained his usual blank mask. The dark eyed man stepped silently over the cool wood of the floor, had a brief minute were he wondered if he could get a rug, before shrugging it off and walked over to the dresser.
The young man only briefly glanced at his reflection-the pale skin, the black eyes, the dark hair-and opened the top drawer so he could retrieve his sword. He hesitated a moment before opening another drawer and pulling out a white shirt. It wasn't even needed but he didn't want to show off even more of his skin than he already did if he accidentally ran into someone. Especially Karin, he never really liked her, she was too much of a fan-girl and was far too loyal to the Snake Sannin for his liking.
Once he was comfortably dressed in the white shirt and the dark pants he had on previously he looked at the sword in contemplation. The dark eyed man usually secured it to his person with the purple rope but he never really liked that. There had to be another way to do it. He stared at the dresser for a moment before muttering a soft curse and digging around for the rope. Yes he probably could find something else but that would involve leaving the room and searching the mansion. He didn't think he'd be able to get away with that one. He did, however, use a genjutsu and make it look like a simple brown rope instead of a think purple one. Honestly, what was with that color? The dark eyed man secured his sword snuggly and glanced around the floor for his shoes.
The young man found them a minute later under his bed and was only slightly annoyed at the dust he had to brush off of himself after he was done retrieving them. After all, it wasn't like anyone knew he was here to even clean the room. He had to do that himself. It was very annoying. He slipped into the sandals and strode over to the window. The young man was glad his room was close to the nearby forest or else he would have to hunt for another room to exit from. The dark eyed man wasn't too keen on sprinting across an open stretch of ground were anyone and their pet rat would be able to see him. It would be even easier to spot him what with the moon being as full as it is.
The dark eyed man silently opened the window, grimacing at how much force he still had to put into it, although glad it wasn't locked anymore. Magical locks were a bitch and a half to break and he still isn't even sure how he managed just knows that he used a lot of Chakra. It wasn't that far of a step outside seeing as how he was on the first floor and he was also glad there were some bushes to hide behind right outside of his window. He barely spared a glance around to see if the coast was clear before taking off for the closest edge of the forest. Some fresh air seemed nice and he wasn't going to let some vague threats about the full moon stop him from getting what he wanted. So what if he was going to disobey a direct order. He was a Uchiha after all, and they always get what they want.
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Chapter word length: 1,250