a hawk in training;

Would anyone happen to have any cold medicine?

[The feet clicks on and Sasuke can be seen from the chest up, hands resting behind his head and soaking wet from the rain. He doesn't seem to car much, but there's a shadow in front of the PCD that can be seen on what little view of the roof there is, indicating that the PCD is under some sort of protection.

After a moment, Sasuke just closes his eyes.]

I'll be fine, so don't tell me to come inside.

[The feed times out.]

H-Hey...

Has... anyone seen Naruto around lately?

I can't sense him anymore...

[Backdated to after Sasori's post]
[Private to Hyuuga 1 (Filtered from Obito)||Unhackable]

Don't let Obito leave the house.


[ETA and forward dated to after Ciel's post]
[Private to Whipstaff (Filtered from Ciel)||Unhackable]

Keep Ciel in the fucking house too.

[Pardon his language, Trisha, he's not good with kids <\3]

Get something through your sick minds.

I do not sleep with Itachi. I do not do incest. I do not have sex with animals. I do not have sex at all.

Get it through your fucking minds and go find yourself some mental help.

Keep spouting out this bullshit and I'll be more than happy to shove a chidori through your heart.

[[ Fifteen minutes after this is posted to the network, Sasuke leaves to go to the wastes. Any response after Ai's won't be getting replies. :x

ETA: Okay, I lied. They get responses next day.]]

[Filtered to Neutral and above + Household (minus Uchihas)||Unhackable]

I'm sorry about what happened and for my wonky PCD. I'm fine now.

I've made a clone to take care of housework for the time being. Ask it if you need anything.



[[Aaaand, this is pretty much where Sasuke starts detaching himself. He'll lock himself in his room and won't come out until birthday time or for mini training sessions. Sakura and Kakashi might recognize his behavior.

And I'm extremely sorry for all the Sasuke posts this week ;_;]]

[The PCD clatters onto the coffee table next to the couch, the video feed clicking on as it lands on its side. The view's angle confirms this. Sasuke - or parts of Sasuke, really - can be seen up close, signaling that he's mere feet from the PCD. He doesn't pay it any attention as, within seconds, he's collasped onto the couch, unmoving.

Although his face can't be seen, his shirt is still pretty damage, with signs of burn marks and cuts all over. What little of his arm that can be seen is completely covered in bandages, rugged, dirty, and torn from previous intensive training.

The feed continues playing this.]

[The audio is filled with very minimal background noise, and Sasuke doesn't appear to be moving anytime soon. Light from outside brightens the walls of the room briefly, and the front door closes from somewhere beyond the range of the PCD just before black and white clothing come to stand in front of the screen.]

[Neji leans down and taps Sasuke in an attempt to rouse him and recieiving no response, lifts an arm to examine it, then lets it's dead weight fall back down unsupported. He sighs and gently turns Sasuke over, then seeing once again that he doesn't stir, briefly considers something before reaching under him to lift him up off the couch.]

...Stubborn, Sasuke.

[He grunts as he stands, and shifts Sasuke's weight in his arms before heading somewhere off-screen further into the house. His footsteps fade, a door opens and closes a moment later, and Neji returns to pick up Sasuke's PCD. Another sigh as he realizes it started recording at some point]

...Haruno-san, when you have time, please come by and see Sasuke.
Thank you.

[He shakes his head and switches the device off]

[The feed clicks on, showing the kitchen of the second Hyuuga household. Both Ukitake and Sasuke can be spotted in the kitchen, seeming to be making several dishes for a special occasion. Sasuke specifically is seen wearing a navy blue apron to contrast against his black shirt. His hair is pulled back into a small bun to keep his bangs out of the way.

Sasuke moves from one counter to the other with a mixing bowl cradled in an arm, mixing up ingredients, glancing at the propped-up cook book to double-check his next step. From the angle and how close Sasuke seems to be, one can tell that the PCD isn't very far from the cook book. If fact, it seems to be just feet away from the cookbook, set out of the way. He doesn't seem to notice that it's recording yet, and it isn't until he's pouring what seems to be cake batter into a pan that he reacts.]

Ah, shit!

[Sasuke quickly reaches over and covers the PCD with a hand before the feed clicks off.]