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Welcome to Hell

Summary: She loves him, and hates herself for it. Requested post-canon dystopian Konoha. SasuSaku. Semi-tyrannical leader Sasuke.

Words: 12,601
A/N: It’s been just over a year now since I first posted the first part to this story. Almost 53 weeks later, here’s the final part of the trilogy. I went ahead and combined all three parts into this one post for easier reading, so you don’t need to bother tracking down the other sections. Hope you enjoy. Please like/reblog.

When she walks through the streets now, she doesn’t see children playing or people laughing at the market. In fact, it’s rare that she even witnesses someone smiling anymore.

Parents are too afraid to allow their children to venture outside by themselves, even if it’s just to go to a neighbors. The amount of villagers that have pulled their children out of school makes Sakura’s heart break. The amount of children that have been pulled out of the Academy is almost enough to warrant its closure.

Of course that will never happen. Even if it’s only for a handful of children, he will force it to remain open. After all, he needs all the young, impressionable ninja he can get his hands on in order to warp and twist their minds under his command.

Protection is what he promises to people. Empty promises; she knows that’s all they are.

Just last month one child killed another during regular morning training session; they were only nine. Instead of receiving punishment or suspension, the surviving child was rewarded with a certificate of graduation. Sakura attended the child’s small funeral, standing on the far edge as the family mourned. Her attendance was not only due to the sadness and her anger from the situation, but in order to publicly defy him.

Her way of saying, ‘This isn’t right. I’ll never agree to any of this.’

The poor children who remain enrolled are only there due to their parent’s fear of the consequences that would befall them if they were to withdraw.

Nowadays, fear is what control the people. It’s what keeps them from rioting.

Sometimes people are too afraid to even travel to the hospital. That’s one of the many things that causes Sakura to cry at night. Usually people seek her out at odd hours, when they finally risk venturing outside to find help.

Sakura makes it a duty of hers to make as many house-calls as she can. Sometimes she wonders if he knows that she’s working behind his back and without his approval and as soon as the thought enters her mind, she dismisses it. She doesn’t care what he does or doesn’t know about what she does anymore.

She hasn’t feared death in a long time, and every now and then she thinks she’d prefer it. But she figures that if he wanted to kill her, he would’ve done so by now.

On rare occasions when he leaves the village to travel, she emerges and tries to see as many people as possible. Despite their loyalty toward Sasuke, the ANBU always let her pass through their security in the torture and interrogation unit. She spends a good amount of time down there in their cellars to see Kakashi.

Some days, in between greedy gulps of the water she brings him, he’ll admit to her that he wishes Sasuke would just get it over with and kill him. He’s withered away. Malnourished, weak, and broken. The sight makes Sakura want to simultaneously scream and cry, but she knows she can’t afford the moment of weakness.

Sakura thinks that Kakashi is still alive not due to some sort of shred of humanity on Sasuke’s part, but due to the fact that he represents the hope of the past.

If Kakashi is alive then the people of the village still have some sort of hope to cling onto.

That’s really the only thing that keeps the villagers going, and Sakura knows that Sasuke uses that to his advantage. Despite his aversion to the past and every part of it, Sasuke will do what he must to keep everyone under his control.

Sakura uses Sasuke’s absences to visit her remaining friends. She visits Ino in the hospital, bringing her flowers and setting them up at her bedside.

Ino had only lasted five months working in the torture and interrogation unit under Sasuke’s regime before she—to put it simply—broke. Sakura finds herself wondering if Ino even knows who she is anymore; her friend functions but no longer lives.

Sakura mourns as if Ino has really died, just like Naruto did.

Nightmares still plague her from the war as she watches strangers and friends alike die around her. She still sees Neji die, she still sees the body of Tsunade lying cold on the ground, she still sees her friends—heartbroken and furious—trying to kill Sasuke, but all failing.

When she feels like mourning the loss of most of her friends, she’ll seek out Hinata and Lee—she doesn’t seek out Shikamaru any longer, and sometimes she wonders if he hates her as much as she hates herself.

They won’t do much or even say anything to one another. They’ll pass a bottle of sake around and writhe silently in pain until the alcohol clouds their mind enough that they’ll fall into an uneventful, dreamless sleep.

Lee who doesn’t talk about youth anymore and who forces smiles in order to try and lighten his friends’ pain; it never works but Sakura has learned to appreciate the gesture.

Hinata, who is paralyzed from the waist down, pierced by Sasuke’s blade only mere days after the end of the war. Hinata, who lost hers and Naruto’s child just hours after finding out of her pregnancy. Hinata, who doesn’t speak much anymore, her heart broken beyond repair.

Sakura remembers the attack with vivid clarity. She remembers watching as Sasuke ruthlessly murdered Shino first and Tenten next, as they stood in between himself and Hinata. She remembers watching from the window in confusion and horror as his blade sliced through them effortlessly, cutting them down just outside the hospital doors.

She doesn’t remember running toward Sasuke when he pierced Hinata’s belly, but she remembers screaming and throwing punches and god, she’ll never forget the look on Hinata’s face from where she lay in the dirt, a silent scream that would never escape caught in her throat as her open mouth gasped for air.

She remembers being held up by her throat, her eyes blind with tears, her fingernails digging into his wrists, his blood covering her fingertips as he glared at her with his mismatched eyes. She remembers swinging her legs, trying hard to kick him, before he slammed her against the hospital wall, cracking the concrete and pressing his body up against hers.

She remembers watching her blood drip down her nose and chin, staining his forearm. She remembers watching it closely, focusing intently and trying to fight the blackness from taking over.

“You’re not even worth killing,” he’d declared, allowing his chidori to dissipate as he threw her to the ground.

She remembers screaming at him from where she laid on the ground, delirious and nauseous and in so many different types of pain she could hardly stand it.

“I hate you! I hate you so much! Fuck you!! I fucking hate you!”

She remembers screaming until he disappeared from her sight, screaming until her throat was raw, screaming even as witnesses tried to help her off the ground and drag her back into the hospital.

Sometimes Sakura wonders what things would be like if she’d known of Hinata and Naruto’s secret relationship, or if she’d known about the pregnancy before Sasuke had.

She’ll spend days at a time imagining scenarios in which she helps Hinata escape the village and live secretly, away from Sasuke’s heinous establishment. But she knows that sooner or later, no matter how much she wonders and dreams, Sasuke would’ve found them, and Naruto’s child would’ve ended up dead one way or another.

His name is hardly even spoken anymore. People are too afraid to mention him in fear of being overheard. They don’t know what the punishment would be, but no one is willing to be the first to find out.

She’s approached one night, almost a year after the war, by Shikamaru. It’s hot outside—the remnants of summer still lingering—and she’s stirred out of a deep sleep by his gentle, quiet prodding.

She sits in bed, disoriented by the sight of him and a few strangers in her room. She listens, stunned as he quickly, and with as few words as possible, explains the rebel group that’s started an underground movement in Konoha and Suna’s slums.

When he demands her to accompany him he waits an entire five seconds, studying her confused, shocked, conflicted expression, before eventually nodding, a quiet “I see then” rolling off his tongue, before he and the strangers are gone from her room.

She doesn’t ever see him again and she finds herself wondering whether he’s still alive or not. He may have hated her at the end of everything, but she still cared for her friends. Through both hate and death, she loved them more than anything.

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A story centered around the lives of Gaster, Sans, and Papyrus from beginning to end. Themes will be both happy and tragic.


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New Maryne is Drawing!

This time it’s total improvisation, so basically how I do all of my illustrations. I test out things, I don’t plan on anything, I just go with the flow.. so sometimes I screw up. It’s the video that shows why my art style is messy and imperfect. But I wouldn’t want it any other way!

If you are only interested in one specific step, you can skip parts:
Sketching (00:00 - 02:37), Lining (02:37 - 13:30), Painting (13:30 - 26:53)

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Hi all! A big thank you to everyone who participated in the first week of book club by reading and reblogging stories, reaching out to authors, and submitting reviews and comments. Let’s keep it up for next week! The first week’s reading list can be found here.  

There were 53 stories submitted for Day 2 of the final round of Prompts in Panem. This was the highest number of stories submitted for any day of PiP during any of its eight rounds. With that in mind, we’ll be splitting up Day 2 into two weeks of reading, tackling half of each day’s stories each week.  

Starting this Sunday, November 1 through Saturday, November 7, check out as many of these stories as you’d like. As always, don’t feel like this is a race or that you need to read a story that isn’t in your wheelhouse content- or rating-wise. Read within your comfort zone.

Then send messages here, post, comment, reblog, etc. chatting about what you liked about the stories you’ve read. What was effective (and affecting), etc. What narrative techniques resonated with you. What an author’s strengths were in the story. What you’d love to see next from the story, and so on. Message others about it, too. Just get a dialogue going. And use the tag everlarkbookclub. 

But keep it positive, for the love of all that is Everlark.

The only thing I ask of participation, aside from keeping it positive, is that you message at least two authors by the end of each week or post at least two positive reviews or comments somewhere (ex. AO3 of FF, as the case might be). That’s it. Pay a little respect and show a little appreciation- as much as you can- for folks who wrote these amazing stories.

And feel free to send asks here about the stories- on anon or using your name. I’ll post all positive messages without comment, unless you specifically ask me to chime in. Then others are free to reblog, reply, etc, and add to the conversation.

I know PiP’s page can get glitchy for folks on mobile, so hopefully this reading list with links helps.

Hugs, Caryn

Day 2 (Part 1)

Run Like Mad by @absnow

Headlines by @sponsormusings

The Stone Carver’s Son by @tanbwrites

Good Enough by @jlalafics

Fix My Eyes by @jennagill

On The Horizon by @readingismyfavorite701

The Boy Next Door by @muttpeeta

The Fog by @hutchhitched

But You Do This Every Time by @setoutwithme

Damaged, Broken, and Unhinged by @fanficallergy and @rosefyrefyre

One Victor by @hijacked-victor

Errata by @papofglencoe

In Another Life by @infinitegraces

Panem Abbey by @cascadingpearls

Run To You- Outtake Part 1 by @titania522

Voices by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Come Spring by @peetasbunmyoven

Fortune by @herainab

Coal Black, Water Blue [Part 1] by @dandelionandroses

The Capitol by @allhailthehutch

The Duchess of Camden- Part 1 by @everlylark

I’ll Fill In The Blanks by @peetasallhehasleft

Runaway Train by @roseymama

Inevitability-Part 1 by @xerxia31 

A Broken Kind of Family by @electome

The Program by court81981

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53 foot (16 meter) Muddy Creek Falls, the tallest waterfall in Maryland, in Swallow Falls State Park.