Breakfast had done relatively little to relieve Sasuke's frustration. The announcement that all male patients were to go to the Recreational Field didn't help, either -- Sasuke had been planning it to begin with, but to be forced there was another matter.
It was possible that he was acting like a child. Sasuke didn't actually care, snapping at his nurse when she suggested he join in a nice ball game with some of the other nice boys who were in the Institute. He had to wonder whether the woman ever got tired of saying the word 'nice' in rapid succession.
After more glaring and terse answers, she finally left, and Sasuke found a spot on the field that was as far from the sounds of other patients as he could manage.
It did occur to him that all male patients meant that Itachi was going to be here as well, but ... they'd already established that Sasuke would get nowhere attacking him in the day. The staff would end the fight and sedate at least Sasuke, as aggressor, before he could even get in more than a few satisfying blows. And that knowledge, knowing that Itachi could very likely be in the same damn field, might actually be able to see (and ignore, as always) Sasuke, only made Sasuke's mood worse.
Control. He needed more control. Taking a deep breath, Sasuke slid into kata, just violent enough to semi-satisfy his building anger and innocuous enough to satisfy the staff.
Though the aura of irritation that rolled off of him in waves was probably enough to ruin his nurse's hopes that he would make friends.
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It was possible that he was acting like a child. Sasuke didn't actually care, snapping at his nurse when she suggested he join in a nice ball game with some of the other nice boys who were in the Institute. He had to wonder whether the woman ever got tired of saying the word 'nice' in rapid succession.
After more glaring and terse answers, she finally left, and Sasuke found a spot on the field that was as far from the sounds of other patients as he could manage.
It did occur to him that all male patients meant that Itachi was going to be here as well, but ... they'd already established that Sasuke would get nowhere attacking him in the day. The staff would end the fight and sedate at least Sasuke, as aggressor, before he could even get in more than a few satisfying blows. And that knowledge, knowing that Itachi could very likely be in the same damn field, might actually be able to see (and ignore, as always) Sasuke, only made Sasuke's mood worse.
Control. He needed more control. Taking a deep breath, Sasuke slid into kata, just violent enough to semi-satisfy his building anger and innocuous enough to satisfy the staff.
Though the aura of irritation that rolled off of him in waves was probably enough to ruin his nurse's hopes that he would make friends.
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