they did not.
Sasuke shook his head without understanding, but didn't comment on his dislike. After all, he had to make new friends in order not to have to do the field work after all. So he just thought his part and looked at the chaotic troop around him, which from now on he politely had to scold "superiors".Most of them were almost drunk and could hardly hold up the bottle from which they drank or wanted to drink, you could really no longer call the drink THAT. Yet it seemed - Oh my lord! Miracles happen! - to give a few more sober ones among them. He was just about to speak to his neighbor, who had silver hair and made a relatively sympathetic impression on him, when his other, drunk neighbor on his right suddenly no longer felt any desire to sit upright, he tipped over Sasuke's shoulder and the entire contents of his Poured bottle on Sasuke's pants.
No no? That couldn't really be anymore. Annoyed, Sasuke rolled his eyes, pulled the man with one hand and left him cool behind her.
Should he die there! Nobody just doused him with alcohol and certainly not with red wine !!!
I'll never get that out of there, thought the black-haired man in his head and rummaged through his pockets for a handkerchief when one was already handed to him from the side.Sasuke raised his head and looked into the giggling face of the man he was about to speak to. Thankfully, he took the handkerchief and removed the rest of the alcohol that he could still wipe away. How that stuck ... Disgusting!
The man next to him was still laughing his sleeve. Sasuke looked up irritably.
"What's so funny, if I may ask?" He asked, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at his counterpart with a face like three days of rain.
Only now did he notice that the man was wearing a face mask and had a headband pulled over his left eye.
The man seemed a little confused about this question at first, but then he grinned happily.
"You're new here, aren't you? Well, then you can't understand the joke in this situation."
Having become curious, Sasuke broke out of his rigidity and put on an interested face. "Then explain it to me," he asked politely.
Shrug. "Sure I can do it.", He grinned."Maik, the man you threw behind you is a heavy alcoholic."
Sasuke nodded. He had noticed that too.
"In any case, it has been going on for a few weeks now that he always falls asleep and pours his red wine over someone. Up until now nobody has dared to simply drag him out of the way or complain. He just stayed on his lap of the respective person. "
As so often on this evening, Sasuke only understood the station again.
"And why exactly do they all just put up with it?"
Silence. Then the man had to laugh softly. At least he's a happy fellow. You had to give him that.
"You must be a total newbie, don't you? Not even looking at the leaderboard?"
Now he was feeling a little queasy. Ranking list? Was there anything like that here?
Sasuke had the feeling that there was a stone on his head that said "Field Service".
"I take that as no.", The man continued to grin."Then I'll explain to you. The man behind you is the big boss in the Junior Special Comando Team."
The weight on Sasuke's head was exchanged for an even larger one.
“He also has the habit of sending people upstairs who get on his nerves.” Was he wrong or was the burden on his head getting heavier and heavier?
"That. Is. Crap.", Sasuke cursed and thought desperately of the hog, he personally called it astronaut food that was up there and all the dead people around him, the sleepless nights, the bombs and faces, the left and explode to the right of him.
The man patted his back reassuringly and grinned.
"Don't worry. I'm not the only one who found your action appropriate and amusing. I don't think anyone is going to tell you about it."
Really. The man was cheerful. Has that already been mentioned?
"I want to hope so. Actually, I was planning to stay a little longer.", The black-haired sighed with a forced smile."I would be happy. Kakashi my name.", He whistled and gave Sasuke his hand, which Sasuke immediately shook.
"Sasuke Uchiha."
Kakashi pause. "Itachi-san's little brother?"
He was about to answer when he was suddenly attacked with force from behind.
"Kiyaaah! You Uchihas are just all cute! To cuddle!", A squeaky, female voice shouted from behind him.
Horrified, the young Uchiha turned around and discovered a ... pig!
Sasuke shuddered. Yuck, what on earth is that?
Pink hair, turquoise eyes and that voice!
Panicked, he looked around for help. Risk of epidemic! Alarm! 110!
He needed medical help! A lawyer! Forensic medicine!
Okay, it wasn't that far yet, but if it continued like this it would probably end up there soon. So he continued to do his best to push this ... thing away.
But this did not think of it in a dream and only squeaked louder.
Pink pigs under the ground ... It hardly gets more sick than that.But now to more important issues. How did he break free?
He looked around and found ... a pillow ... That will probably not work. At most, IT would still see it as an invitation to make yourself comfortable on his lap ... No, he needed something else ... But what and where to take it from and not steal it?
Sasuke sighed in defeat and the pink-haired thing still snuggled up against his back.
Yuck! Then better eat Brussels sprouts for 10 days!
He was about to give up and put up with it - at some point it will have to go to the pigsty - a ... snake arose?
Had he ended up here at the zoo? Immediately the conversations around him stopped and the pig was… gone? Sasuke looked pretty stupid from the laundry.
He tortures himself with this being for hours and THAT stands up once and already has better things to do than cuddle him? Somehow it wasn't his day at all.
"Dear comrades-in-arms.", The man Sasuke simply called Snake began."Nice that you all gathered here for this ... event," he hissed.
Sasuke winced at the sound of the voice, like many others in the group. What was that now? He wondered. His heart was beating wildly against his chest. Almost in panic, he put a hand on his heart. Calm down Sasuke! Damn it, what was that feeling? He felt so ... weak. So helpless.
"I think you know the rules of the game. We start in small groups and the best of this group then fight the others," he hissed on. "A violation of the rules will be punished and not too gently. The win this evening is a slave, most of you should also be aware of that. I also require each of you to show your opponents the necessary respect . "
Pronouncing the last words very emphatically, he turned his gaze to Sasuke.
This winced painfully.The picture blurred before his eyes. They hurt terribly! He screwed up his eyes with convulsions. His heart was racing. Pounded wildly on his chest. It was as if a great vortex would inexorably sweep him with it. Everything was spinning in his head. Colors and memories blurred.
He writhed in pain, twitching. He saw the flash of a sword.
Then blood ... blood. Blood everywhere! His blood!
Screaming, he spat the red liquid onto the floor and held the gaping wound in his chest. Felt the life draining from him. Screams. Screams.
So many screams. He heard explosions. Shots. Bombs. Faces. And more screams.
He writhed in pain. The blood kept flowing inexorably. Soaked his clothes. He cried. Screamed. Trembled. His heart kept racing. Tried to keep the body working normally. He could hear it pounding in his ears.
Then his surroundings slowly took shape.He saw people. Prisoners. Worn clothing. Suffering faces. People. Dead people on muddy floors. Killed, raped, or plagued by soldiers.
They were left lying there. Not a look appreciated.
He saw children. Small children. Not older than 6. You were sick. Terminally ill.
Called for their parents who were lying next to them. With a fixed gaze towards the horizon.
Called to those who will never answer them again. Nobody saw them. Nobody consoled.
Children. Sitting alone in the corner. Weeping silently. Emaciated. Hungry. Lonely.
He saw fences. Long, endlessly long. On them people who have given up. They hung there with ropes, old, tattered ones. The limp bodies.
Saw others fighting. For their lives. The life that wasn't anymore. That was lost.
And still others. Hope burned in their eyes. And where you had to watch how it slowly went out until the end threatened them too.
So much death.So much suffering.
Then his vision blurred. The colors mixed again, revealing a new, blurry image. Sasuke felt weak, drained and sick.
Even if the wound in his chest was gone now.
"Sasuke! Sasuke, talk to me!", He heard a voice. Far cry. So far.
It was a weak, tearful voice. But he loved her.
Powerlessly he tried to get a clearer look at the person who was bent over him. "Sasuke! Please! Please, don't leave me alone! We'll make it! It's going to be over soon. We ... we just have to hold on a bit! Please ...", the person whispered and gently stroked his face. Then tears. Tears that fell on his face.
He felt the infinite sadness this person felt. The fear. Afraid of losing a loved one.
"Sasuke.", He whispered. "Please, we can do it. Don't give up."
Then the person collapsed powerless on him. Cried to himself in silence.Took his hand. Squeezed it gently.
But Sasuke thought that was only a long way off. His world was spinning ... The pain stayed away. His body relaxed more and more. Peace returned. In him. To him.
A sad calm. A few tears stole from his eyes before he closed them ... and died.
"SAAASUUKEEEEEE!"
Horrified, he opened his eyes again. His heart was racing. But it struck. In fact, it struck a lot.
Shocked and sweaty, he looked around. He was back in the poker game.
What was that? He wondered, trying desperately to calm down. The cards have just been dealt to the first players.
Breathing heavily, he stared at the table in front of him. Where had he