[Cy cannot know how much it means, to have those eyes readily upon his own — or perhaps he does, and this is yet another demonstration of a valuable sentiment he did not dream of discovering here, in this other dimension apart from everything familiar. For a few moments, Sasuke simply lets them lie together, bodies curved in closed parentheses, faces near enough that the nudge of a nose or rub of lips is a suggestion of centimeters. That temptation is too great, so he leans and thieves another kiss before at last pulling the veil of illusion over them both.
The memory of his home, and the forest that surrounds it, is so crystallized in his mind there's no effort in the craftsmanship of this false image. Yet the practice — using the Sharingan's ability in a negligible thread of chakra to manipulate the mechanisms at the forebrain — reminds him what lies deeper within Cy. And, though he does not tread that ground, for a fraction of an instant he can sense it, the corruptive core buried in the recesses of an ancient mind caging a nightmarish entity. It's awake, Cy said. Does it notice the pull of power? As Sasuke builds the illusion over those sensory inputs, can it tell? Is it looking back?
His genjutsu does not manipulate time as his brother's did, so they come to stand in the shade of trees while lying together on Cy's bed, imagination made to seem real. Dappled light shines through the screen of green leaves above; Sasuke tilts his head up, inhaling a full breath of air that smells and tastes like Konoha in summer. Humidity is cooled by the forest around them, but there's still an abrupt transition from the temperature-controlled environment of the resort to outdoors, wilderness, smothering greenery at height of growth. And the sun, riding high above in midday, feels like a knife to eyes accustomed to months of artificial light.
Turning, he looks back — and the village is not far off, a flat plain of grass where the outer boundary of the Uchiha compound opens to the forest. There's a distant sound of children at play, laughter and unintelligible words, but there is no sign of people placed into this illusion, so the effect is almost ghostly.
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The memory of his home, and the forest that surrounds it, is so crystallized in his mind there's no effort in the craftsmanship of this false image. Yet the practice — using the Sharingan's ability in a negligible thread of chakra to manipulate the mechanisms at the forebrain — reminds him what lies deeper within Cy. And, though he does not tread that ground, for a fraction of an instant he can sense it, the corruptive core buried in the recesses of an ancient mind caging a nightmarish entity. It's awake, Cy said. Does it notice the pull of power? As Sasuke builds the illusion over those sensory inputs, can it tell? Is it looking back?
His genjutsu does not manipulate time as his brother's did, so they come to stand in the shade of trees while lying together on Cy's bed, imagination made to seem real. Dappled light shines through the screen of green leaves above; Sasuke tilts his head up, inhaling a full breath of air that smells and tastes like Konoha in summer. Humidity is cooled by the forest around them, but there's still an abrupt transition from the temperature-controlled environment of the resort to outdoors, wilderness, smothering greenery at height of growth. And the sun, riding high above in midday, feels like a knife to eyes accustomed to months of artificial light.
Turning, he looks back — and the village is not far off, a flat plain of grass where the outer boundary of the Uchiha compound opens to the forest. There's a distant sound of children at play, laughter and unintelligible words, but there is no sign of people placed into this illusion, so the effect is almost ghostly.
Then his gaze seeks Cy's.]