Big Mac had gasped when he saw several Sasuke’s appear around the original, and start harvesting apples from trees. He gasped and was shocked even more when he saw how fast the five Sasuke’s worked. They harvested apples at a breakneck pace- and, even though Big Mac was a little reluctant to admit it, so fast, that even he or his sister couldn’t keep up if they tried.
He’d of course asked what it was when Sasuke had first made the few Kage Bunshin, and Sasuke had, while annoyed because he had to explain the basics of chakra to a simpleton, given him a basic rundown on what it was. Afterwards, even though Big Mac understood it, he still couldn’t help but to stare as he watched Sasuke work on the farm.
It was amazing, really. He’d love to be able to do the same thing himself- just make five of himself? It was ridiculous. He wouldn’t have to worry nearly as much about… well, everything, if he was able to do that. In a way, he was very envious of Sasuke’s ability. To have such a helpful technique would’ve been incredibly beneficial for the farm.
But he knew that he couldn’t. While Sasuke had explained the concept of chakra coils to him, he already understood it was something like magic- something that you were born with. Sasuke had told him bluntly that he doubted anyone here had chakra coils, and that he hadn’t seen them yet. The closest thing he’d seen was magic, but he also stated that it still wasn’t the same thing as raw, powerful chakra.
Sasuke had been working on the farm for several days- almost a week; would be a week, after today. He’d put in a lot of time on the farm- truthfully, it was good training, or so he told himself. He wasn’t going to be in denial anymore, though. He knew why he was doing it, even if it did humiliate him. At least his plan had worked for the most part, though.
Guilt had stayed quiet.
Guilt did sometimes start talking late at night- but it was minor compared to how it had been before- and he was going to work here as long as he was waiting on Twilight to finish the spell. He hadn’t visited her in a while, but he was sure that she was working hard on it- she’d better be. He’d force it, if he had to. He wasn’t above doing such things to get what he wanted.
Vengeance was still his goal.
Or so he told himself.
Sasuke’s production on the farm was ridiculous. He could plow fields ridiculously easy with a combination of earth jutsu and simple raw strength, and he could harvest apples faster than anyone due to his advantage in numbers thanks to the clones, not to mention his incredible speed and endurance.
He often shot kunai throw several apple trees at once, slicing them off perfectly without harming the fruit, and catching them all by hand before they fell to the ground. He sliced them off with his sword, threw shuriken, and just picked them by hand as time went on. He had plenty of different methods, and thanks to his unmatchable agility, they were all very effective.
After each day, even though he vehemently protested each time, he was forced to sit down and eat dinner with the ponies. This was usually about the time that Guilt acted up- as soon as he stopped helping, it shot up again- rose up, and started yelling in his head. Somehow, though, even though the pain was immense, he’d gotten used to dealing with it, because it was only one part of the day. He’d gained a form of tolerance.
He relished in his work- though he knew that he didn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart- as if there was any even there- or because he wanted to. He did it because he had to. Until he found a more permanent way to deal with what were voices inside of his head, he made it a point to help them every day, just for the silence.
He’d grown to appreciate quiet much more since Guilt had started talking.
But, unfortunately, Applejack and Big Mac were healing- and he knew it had been coming- knew it was going to happen, from the beginning. It was no surprise or nothing new to Sasuke, although he dreaded and loathed the day all the same when they told him to pack up and leave from his work. It was going to happen eventually.
He cursed their pride and stubbornness, failing to realize the irony. Because they couldn’t accept someone helping them, at least not unless they were in dire straits like they were now, and had no other choice, they’d eventually tell him to leave and to stop helping. And then, he’d have to find another way to make the voice in his head go away.
Sasuke had, admittedly, even to himself, grown softer during his stay in Equestria. Even though it had scarcely been half a month, the stay had calmed him down somewhat. Although he was still easily agitated, and more than once Applejack or Big Mac would get a sarcastic, mean comment from him when they checked on his work, he noticed he wasn’t as angry and hateful as he’d once been. He still had it inside him.
But he wasn’t just letting it out around him all the time.
Sasuke both liked this and didn’t like this. Before, he realized, even with how strong he was, he was so blinded by endless hate and rage that it had blinded him in many battles. He’d survived, but he was with a clearer head, now. The rage and hatred was still there- but it was bottled up, now. He would only release it at the correct moments- and he would be in control.
Sasuke liked being in control.
Before, he hadn’t been. Now, he was.
Grunting as he threw a kunai and knocked several apples out one tree in thousands, he leapt forward and, with many agile dashes, gathered the apples as they fell to the ground. All perfectly solid and harvested at the right time- all without a scratch on them, or a bruise, or any kind of flesh or skin of the apple missing. He put his hands on his knees and panted.
While doing ten- even a hundred trees- wasn’t too tiring, it got exhausting, after a while. There was only so much he could do- he wasn’t Naruto, after all. He didn’t have ridiculous, endless stamina that the cretin possessed. He glared at an apple tree even as he thought of the Leaf Village, and Naruto, as well- and just like that, that old hatred, pure and familiar, came right back to him.
He threw the kunai threw the tree and gazed on in satisfaction at the hole it left. It felt so… memorable. The hatred, the anger. He threw another kunai, and another. Soon enough, the tree was riddled with kunai, and while his other clones were gathering the apples, still, without stopping, he’d somehow managed to go postal on the tree.
Grumbling, he stopped himself and slowly walked up to the tree, picking the kunai out one by one, as deeply as embedded into the bark and trunk of the tree as they were. It was hard to push it down- bubbling and boiling, his anger and malice- but he managed to bottle it up. He scowled as he looked at the tree, and then walked away from it.
He hadn’t visited Fluttershy in the hospital again yet- why should he, she’s stupid for having talked to the dragon in the first place- but he knew that she probably was never going to fully heal. The only person that he thought might be able to heal a wound like that would be Tsunade- and she wasn’t here, and was never coming here, either.
He shook his blade off as he put it back into its sheath- also wiping kunai off, slightly. They got dirty when he used them in this way- but they went through and did their job all the same. Instead of blood coating the dangerous, black knives, though, it was dirt and leaves, and, very rarely due to a missed aim, apple juice, from when they went clean through an apple’s core and left a huge hole right in the middle.
Still, he collected huge amounts for the farm- something that the two siblings didn’t seem to be able to do on their own. It seemed that even when they were both healthy, and at their best, it was hard for them to collect everything by the end of the harvest. Sasuke had helped them out with that, though. Despite having so many acres, he’d managed to pick many trees clean- more often than not, trees were bare instead of full of apples.
As his clones dispelled and dropped off the last of the apple bushels, he idly grabbed two or three and started walking to town. He’d been doing it more and more lately- walking around the area around Ponyville. But he hadn’t visited in a while, and even if they were annoying, he had to depend on them to get him home.
He only tolerated them because they were helping, and because he had to.
They weren’t growing on him at all.
Casually, he wondered how Sweetie Belle was doing. He knew the look in her eyes- knew the shock, the terror that she’d had- it was the same for him, once, a long time ago.
She’d seen things she wasn’t meant to. Sasuke knew that everypony here was weak- it wasn’t necessarily their fault, but they were, nonetheless. If he wanted, he could’ve gone on a slaughtering spree and killed hundreds, even thousands, and be easily beyond any sort of justice. If Celestia was the highest law in the land, and the strongest, he would’ve had nothing to fear if he’d done that. But he couldn’t. Not only because he was relying on them to get home- as humiliating as it was- but it would be too much like…
Like…
Like what his brother had been forced to do to his own family.
Except it would be worse- not only because they were innocent and couldn’t fight back- but because… because… it would be… wrong.
Wrong?
Sasuke barked a laugh at himself and continued down the dirt road to Ponyville as he considered what he’d just thought. He’d never considered right or wrong in such a long time. But it was true- just like the slaughter of the Uchiha had been wrong, the slaughter of ponies would be wrong too- and, even if he wanted to- and he didn’t, surprisingly- he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to do it.
That didn’t mean that he didn’t think about ripping out Apple Bloom’s neck sometimes, though, when she wouldn’t ever shut up.
After finishing off his apples, he reached Ponyville. The small town was bustling once more, and it looked like, for a moment, everypony had forgotten what had happened six or seven days ago in the town square. Ponies were buying food and clothes and all sorts of things from stores, they were talking with one another, and many of them were smiling.
Then, Sasuke walked into town.
Almost immediately, the disposition of the entire populace in the square changed.
Ponies looked away from Sasuke; they talked lower, and moved and inched away from him, giving him a wide gap in which nopony would go near him. Sasuke scowled at all of them- even though he’d saved them, they treated him this way- and decided instead that he was going to try to ignore them the same way they were ostracizing him.
Whenever he got close to them, he saw it. The fear in their eyes. Sasuke would roll his eyes as they walked or sprinted away, or flew away if they were Pegasi. Despite what had been considered good intentions, he instead was treated like a leper.
Sasuke chuckled to himself. So this was what being good got you.
What did he fucking expect, anyway?
It was his surprise, then, when he bumped into somepony that he hadn’t expected to see in the town. A mare with a pristine white coat was shopping in the marketplace, and by chance, they met in the middle of the town. She was surprised to see him.
“Sasuke,” Rarity said as she picked out fabrics from a vendor who was standing as far away from the large, intimidating ninja as possible, “how delightful it is to see you. I haven’t seen you in a while. You’ve been out at the farm with Applejack, right?”
“Yes,” Sasuke responded, confused. “How did you know?”
“A mare has her secrets, Sasuke.” Rarity said as she held up a cloth to inspect it in the daylight. Sasuke merely snorted at her words, and countered quickly.
“So, what you mean is, you heard it from Applejack.”
“I, uh… yes, I heard it from Applejack. She says you’ve been helping out around the farm. Not to insult you, Sasuke, but you aren’t the most… bighearted… pony- shinobi, excuse me darling- that I’ve ever met. So, why are you doing it?”
Sasuke didn’t bother telling her that it was for completely selfish reasons.
“I have a lot of free time on my hands.” Sasuke lied.
“Oh, pish-posh! There’s got to be a better reason than that. I’m all for generosity, Sasuke- I’m the Element of it, after all. But that doesn’t seem quite right.” Rarity turned to Sasuke. “What’s your real reason for doing it?”
Sasuke stayed silent as he considered on how to lie his way through this. He obviously couldn’t give the real answer- and he didn’t want to seem weak, despite the fact that the ponies probably wouldn’t look down on him for it.
His pride was already as injured as it was- he didn’t need to completely destroy it.
“I already told you. I have a lot of free time on my hands.”
Rarity waved a hoof in the air idly as she inspected the cloth she was buying.
“Yes, yes. I’m sure, Sasuke. You’re not trying to make up for what you’ve done at all.”
“I haven’t done anything.” Sasuke replied.
“Really,” Rarity said, almost in a bored tone, as if he was no longer interesting enough to hold her attention, “because I could’ve sworn you’ve intimidated several of us and probably traumatized Sweetie Belle for life. Even if you did save her.”
“I could care less about your opinion. I know I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“That’s right Sasuke- you could care less. Which means you still care now. I know that you feel sorry for all the things you’ve done- but I’m still very cross with you.”
“I have no remorse.”
“Lies,” Rarity said, perusing the cloth with a refined eye.
Sasuke seethed silently. He wanted to do nothing more than cut her head off right now, and was about to start releasing killing intent, but before he did, he had to ask.
“Why are you angry with me?”
“I’ve seen your power, Sasuke. That other shinobi- even as inexperienced as I am in something as brutish and inelegant as… fighting,” she shuddered, “I could tell that you didn’t need to kill him. You did it because he angered you, not because you had to. You didn’t need to do that in front of Sweetie Belle. My sister means the world to me, and even though you’ve saved her life, you’ve destroyed her heart and her mind.”
“Do you know what she does all day, Sasuke?”
“How could I?” Sasuke shot back.
“She sits in her room, and she cries. She doesn’t speak to anypony.”
“How is this of any concern to me?”
Sasuke tried to play it off. It was already in there- wriggling its way in, but he furiously tried to resist it, the feeling of Guilt. He figured he could disgust her and make her go away by being cruel- and for him, it was easy.
“Don’t play the villainous act, now.”
His heart skipped a beat as she continued.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve changed, Sasuke. You still may be a little cruel but you’re not the vicious thing you were when you first came here. Somewhere along the line, Sasuke, you’ve become different. You can’t say you didn’t notice it, as well.”
Sasuke had nothing to say to her, even as Rarity handed the vendor a few bits and walked off with some supplies to create new dresses with. She only said one thing as she left and sashayed her way across the town square, but it bit Sasuke to the heart- something that he sometimes wondered if it was still even there.
“It’s your fault.”
And, just like that, Guilt was back.
It really was your fault, Sasuke, oh, yes it was, and I can say with pure confidence that-
He failed to hear the rest of the message as his brain exploded into agony. Managing to make no noise, he made painful, slow steps across the town square, catching up to Rarity within thirty seconds. The entire time, he had to listen to the chaotic rambling and the terribly soft voice that was Guilt- in his head. And it wasn’t quiet this time.
It was loud.
“Wait. Let me talk to her.”
Already, once he’d said that, the pain was leaving- the pain was draining away, like water down a faucet. Rarity turned back towards him, her face curious, and she popped a brow.
“I’ll talk to her about what happened.”
Slowly, as Rarity processed what he’d said, a smile exploded onto her face- almost like, for a single instance in time, she’d become Pinkie Pie.
“Oh, thank you Sasuke! I promise you that I won’t forget this!” She bulled into his leg and wrapped her forelegs around it in a squeezing hug.
Groaning, he tried to shake her off his leg. She got the point, but gave him a glare nonetheless for interrupting the hug, and he sighed, frustrated, before he followed her back to the Boutique. When they arrived, Rarity pointed towards the stairs and muttered some directions, which sounded like ‘first door on the left upstairs.’ She seemed to be caught up in whatever dress she was making.
Sighing at himself and his weakness, he climbed the stairs slowly, delaying the inevitable. Her store/home was incredibly… pretentious, in a way. It was the only word that actually came to mind for Sasuke. Arrogantly pretentious, even. Still, he ignored the flashy, colorful, yet matching decorations and climbed the last step of the stairs.
Looking around, he spotted a door- first on his left- just as Rarity had told him. He stopped at the door momentarily, before pushing through with resolve, and opening it, just a crack. On the bed laid inside laid a disheveled, white pony with a dirty coat and a dirty mane. It looked like she hadn’t bathed in at least a day- was she that unmovable, that Rarity couldn’t even make her move for a bath?
The smallest amount of concern entered Sasuke- and he tried to crush it out, but it wouldn’t leave him. Sighing again, he walked closer, and watched the filly stare into the air, at the wall, and say nothing. She existed in complete silence- still thinking, still contemplating- about what she’d seen that day scarcely a week ago.
It wasn’t healthy.
“Sweetie Belle…” Sasuke began, feeling more and more ridiculous the further he went on with this. “I promised Rarity that we would… talk. Talk about what happened in the town square… that day.” Sasuke noticed her tense and stiffen- if only slightly- and then fall back, completely motionless, completely silent.
Existing, and nothing else.
“It was… a dangerous situation.” Sasuke said, and immediately regretted saying it like that. Really, dangerous? Thanks jackass, I had no idea. No fucking shit. He cursed at himself before forcing it through his mouth, continuing, putting her feelings before his own awkwardness and embarrassed state.
“I’ve… killed men before. It isn’t an easy thing, and never will be-“here he was just lying, but he figured that if he tried to show some remorse, she would be able to connect better with him. “But, you have to accept… life, as it is. You’re a little… removed from reality where you live. There’s nothing here. Nothing that reminds me of how I’d grown up.”
Sweetie Belle continued listening, but still didn’t move.
Outside the door, Rarity listened in.
“Maybe if I give you some perspective… you’ll understand, Sweetie Belle. You obviously think that it was the most horrible thing in the world, and how could’ve it had happened, and everything else.” Sasuke said, and noticed her frowning- as if he was belittling her suffering.
“It’s not that I don’t think it was bad- I know it was.” Sasuke said. She looked up with a surprised expression, but soon returned her head to the bed, and didn’t move again.
“I can tell I’m not getting through to you. But just know that I’ve gone what you’ve gone through before, too.” Sasuke said. He struggled… it would be hard to say this next part.
He breathed deeply, and continued.
“When I was… when I was eight years old, my entire family was killed in front of me.”
Sweetie Belle jerked her head up instantly, her eyes wide.
“But I learned that what you’re doing doesn’t work. You have to get up eventually, and do something about what happened. You can’t sit there and cry forever.”
With that said, Sasuke only remained seated for several more seconds, and then got up, standing over Sweetie Belle’s bed, before shuffling slowly towards the door.
Rarity, tears in her eyes, managed to somehow get down the stairs quietly enough to not be noticed. The poor dear… is that why he’s like that all the time?
She returned to sipping her tea like she had been before she nosily made her way upstairs to eavesdrop. Sasuke came down the stairs in a flurry- and she swore she could see tears- no, Sasuke didn’t cry. Drying her own eyes, she returned to her tea.
Hopefully, Sweetie Belle would brighten up because of this.
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Sasuke wiped his eyes as he left the Carousel Botique. He wasn’t crying, he wasn’t. After reassuring himself with much more self denial, he moved away from the Boutique in the late afternoon. Wandering Ponyville once again, he found that he had nowhere to go, nopony- no one- to visit. Scowling at his surroundings and grumbling to himself, he glanced around the town square. It seemed that the local ponies were getting more used to his presence. They didn’t stare as much- as much.
It didn’t mean that they didn’t stare at all.
He didn’t think that would ever stop. For some reason, he’d never felt so self conscious before. So out of place, like he did here, amongst these innocent weaklings. In the distance, he spotted a large, brown tree, modeled and turned into a makeshift library. It reminded him of how long it had been since he’d checked up on progress with Twilight.
Hopefully, she was nearly done with the spell.
Then she could send him back, and then he’d be able to get his revenge.
Hardly, Guilt muttered, and he clutched at his head as the agony bounced through his being. You’re self-centered, you know that, right? Just wanted you to know, so that when it finally all comes crashing down, you’ll know who to blame.
As the searing pain in his mind dissipated, Sasuke let out a pained grunt, then did what he always did- shoved it to the bottom, and continued on. Repression. Certainly an apt way to deal with his problems, to be sure.
He plodded along slowly towards Twilight’s house as he thought about what he’d do. He’d need to gather followers if he planned on attacking the Leaf Village again.
He knew that with how strong Naruto had become now, there was no way that he’d ever be able to do it by himself. He no longer had Orochimaru inside his body- the bastard had probably died during the war after Sasuke left- and that only meant that it would take him even longer to heal after battles than it did normally. He’d be hard-pressed to do any kind of vengeance on his own in this state.
For starters, I could get Karen, Juugo, and Suigetsu back…
Sasuke continued planning his vengeance as he walked closer and closer to Twilight’s library. He didn’t know that, inside, an important decision was being made.
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Twilight Sparkle frowned as she looked at the letter in front of her. For the past seven days, she’d been slacking a bit on the spell- because she was contemplating on whether to send this letter or not. It was an important letter- to Princess Celestia, and every letter to her was important- but it was more important because who it concerned.
It concerned Sasuke.
She lifted it in a soft, purple light as she telekinetically carried it across the room- but just as she opened the door and called for Spike, she stopped. Twilight trembled there for a few moments, debating. Then, like a coward, she turned away with tears in her eyes and floated the letter down gently onto her desk, next to the large, brown tome. She couldn’t send it- even if it was very important. Because to her, Sasuke had become…
Her friend.
Since he was her friend- even if he wasn’t nice all the time back- she felt that she couldn’t send the letter. She felt horrified, inside, even though outside her she had a calm demeanor as a façade- that she was betraying her mentor, her friends- all for the person that she’d befriended before. She was softhearted, and even though he’d done some bad things, he’d done some good while he was here, too. She couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t betray Sasuke.
With a few tear drops staining the paper, she read the letter over again.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I have… I have something to tell you. I’m sure that, over time, you’ve been worried about Sasuke, even more after you’d heard that he’d nearly killed a dragon. He’s dangerous, a little cruel, and seemed even heartless, at times. I don’t know how strong he is- but… I’m not saying that you have to fight him, Princess- or that you should! - But he’s… very dangerous.
You might be wondering why I’m wording it this way.
See, as I said, I’m sure you worried about him- what he would do in Ponyville, and if you could keep him under control, or not. Something’s happened lately that… pertains to this. Something drastic, something… dire. Another shinobi, a different one, came along through the portal. He seemed much meaner than Sasuke- he attacked Applejack and threatened to kill Sweetie Belle. I wasn’t there until after it happened, but I heard a first-hand account from Sweetie Belle. It seemed to anger Sasuke- and he helped.
He did help, Princess Celestia. I’m loyal to you of course, but Sasuke’s… grown on me. Despite his more than constant cruelty, despite his sarcasm… it’s something I think I’m going to miss whenever he finally leaves… or is otherwise removed from Ponyville.
He did help.
He killed the other shinobi.
Right in front of everypony, apparently. He just… did it. Like it was nothing. The blood was everywhere, Princess… it was so horrible. I’ve never seen that much blood in my life. It got all over Sweetie Belle, and Applejack was on the ground, with a weapon stuck in her fore-leg- it was just a horrible situation. Then, afterwards, he disposed of the body. Again, like it didn’t mean anything. I don’t come to you for help Princess, not as much as I used to, anyway, but… I don’t know what to do.
I’m… I’m scared to be around him anymore.
I’m not asking for you to do anything, Princess. I just had to get this off my chest.
With a pained sigh, Twilight folded up the letter. She couldn’t just DO it already! Every time she gathered the courage to go ask Spike to send the letter, there was a pain deep in her heart- the pain of betraying a friend. No matter how cruel, or how much he might’ve deserved it- even if he was protecting Sweetie Belle, to just slaughter somepony else like that, right in front of her and Applejack and everypony else.
She gave a pained sob that wracked her body.
By chance, Spike walked through the doorway- and heard Twilight crying.
He frowned. Why was she crying?
He asked just that.
“Twilight, why are you crying?”
Twilight Sparkle sobbed and buried her head in her hooves, because her chest hurt- from what she was about to do. Gathering the courage in her heart, she spoke up, even though she was forcing out the words with an even number of pained, choked sobs.
“Spike, c-could you send this letter to… C-celestia?”
Spike frowned at the lack of a title for Celestia, knowing something was wrong, but nodded stiffly, anyway. With a breath of hot emerald flames, the letter teleported away, to be read by Princess Celestia. Twilight hung her head for a few moments, wiping away tears uselessly with her hooves. Spike popped an eyebrow and glanced at her curiously.
“Twilight, are you okay?”
She wiped away at her muzzle a bit more- eyes red, watery. She forced a shaky smile and nodded, and even though Spike was young and gullible, even with his deduction skills, he knew that something was wrong with Twilight.
“Yes, Spike. I’m fine. Go back to tending to the l-library.”
“Uh… sure, Twilight. Sure.”
Spike walked away, still frowning, but said nothing else. He noted with a look of even more disdain that Sasuke had entered the building. While did think that Sasuke was kinda cool, he didn’t like how mean Sasuke was to his friends. He only barely tolerated him.
Sasuke entered Twilight’s study and watched as she read from the brown tome.
He wasted no time in asking her the question.
“Did you figure out the spell, yet?”
“O-oh! Sasuke. You startled me, there.” She turned her head away from him. Sasuke scowled. Why couldn’t she look him in the eye? Why was she stuttering?
He had more important things to worry about, even if her behavior was suspicious and strange. He repeated the question, and she looked confused for a moment before responding.
“I think so, Sasuke. Do you want me to try it?”
“Yes. Maybe you’ll get to see my world if it works.”
“I plan on staying for a little while, if it does work.”
“Go on ahead, then.”
Twilight nodded. Remembering Starswirl’s instructions- first, the wavelength-
The universal wavelength. She could feel the residual energies from Sasuke- where he’d come from- and she concentrated, noting exactly where it was. Then she concentrated- concentrated, concentrated- and slowly, a white glow began to form over the normal lavender light that was always around her horn. The white light was incredibly bright, though, and it looked unstable. Twilight felt like her head was going to pop.
“Sasuke, I-“
She didn’t even get to finish her sentence about how she couldn’t control it.
The light exploded, and after it died down and the library was visible again, Twilight was gone. Sasuke’s eye twitched. Had she actually left him behind?
He waited a minute; waited several minutes.
Nothing.
Had she really deserted him- left him in her world, so she could go explore his-
Sasuke immediately began to make assumptions- she’d been nervous. She hadn’t been able to look him straight in the face- almost like she’d been lying, as if she’d-
Had she turned on him?
He had to know.
He went and found Spike, and asked him.
“What was the last thing Twilight did before she left?” He shook the dragon by the shoulders. Spike pushed his hands away, glared up at Sasuke, and brushed his shoulders off.
“She asked me to send a letter to Princess Celestia. Why?”
Just then, Sasuke walked out of the Golden Oaks Library, and saw that Princess Celestia was landing into town, with what appeared to be a whole platoon of guards- ten or more, at least. Every guard, and Celestia, looked angry. They glared at Sasuke as they calmly trotted forward. Celestia boldly announced a statement as the entire town looked on at the arrival of their Princess. Her horn became lit up with magic as she spoke.
“Sasuke Uchiha, in addition your belligerence, inability to show respect to anyone, and constant fighting- and unable to follow one of Equestria’s greatest laws, which is do not murder under any circumstance, I’m here by placing you under arrest in the name of the Crown of Equestria, until a time that will be further agreed upon when you go to court.”
Sasuke seethed and fumed within.
It’s what a hero got.
Betrayal.
No good deed does go unpunished, after all.
And as Sasuke seethed, he became more furious- and a sword that was drawn from the sheath on his back began to crackle with blue electricity.
And Celestia watched on with hardened eyes, and her horn’s glow became brighter.
TO BE CONTINUED
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