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Bloodlines by TheSharpieBitch
If there was anything Sasuke could see well in a person’s eyes, it was pity.
He recognized the look of sadness and nostalgia when a person looked at him, as they remembered the Sasuke he once was; full of laughter and joy, and the Sasuke he is now; carrying a sadness and rage so few people could relate too. There was another expression, beyond the piteous face, that he recognized all to well.
They looked at him and wondered ‘Why?’
Sometimes, he would lay awake at night and wonder what they were so confused about. Why had Itachi killed his parents? Why had Itachi left him alive? Why had he betrayed Konoha? Why did he return? Why had he killed Itachi? Many questions surrounding the Uchiha heir still remained unanswered.
He didn’t need the Sharingan to see that.
If there was anything Gaara could see well in a person’s eyes, it was fear.
He knows that expression, as the person’s eyes widen and their lips tremble, as they recollect the memories of things he had done in the past, and imagined things he were to do in the future. Yet, there was another expression, however, beyond the fear and nostalgia.
They looked at him and wondered ‘Why?’
When Gaara would lie awake at night, staring at the rotating fan above him that tickled the strands of his dark red hair he would wonder what they were so confused about. Why was he was Shukaku’s vessel? Why was he Kazekage? Why did he enjoy killing so much? Why did sand protect him? Why was he even alive? So many questions surrounded him and would probably forever remain unanswered.
He didn’t need a demon to see that.
If there was anything Neji could see in a person’s eyes, it was disgust.
He recognizes the look of agitation and anger when a person looked at them, as though saying ‘You’re not worthy of being a Hyuuga’ and it was so unfair, these looks the villagers shot at him. But there was another feeling beyond the irritation and disapproval.
The looked at him and wondered ‘Why?’
Neji spent countless nights awake contemplating what they were so confused about. Why was he a Hyuuga? Why did he try to kill Hinata? Why did he hate so many people? Why was he so obsessed with destiny? Why does he even exist? So many questions surrounded the Hyuuga genius that still remain unanswered.
He didn’t need a Byukagan to see that.
Sasuke and Neji both came from notorious elite bloodlines, specializing in the fine art of doujutsu. Gaara was the son of the former Kazekage and now current Kazekage, and host to the sand demon Shukaku. But they hardly needed to rely on Kekkei Genkai or unnatural power to understand the way life worked.
They didn’t need a Byukagan eye when tangled between the sheets,
〔以下半句非腐勿看
Gaara breathing raggedly into Neji’s chest and Sasuke’s arms wrapped around his curvy pale hips. 〕
They didn’t need a Sharingan mirror wheel when they were sweating to the beat of a song they had never heard before and getting odd looks from the people around them. They didn’t need Shukaku’s power when walking down Konoha’s cheerful streets to buy some groceries.
They didn’t need power.
They didn’t need bloodlines.
They.
Needed.
Each.
Other.
If there was anything Sasuke could see well in a person’s eyes, it was pity.
He recognized the look of sadness and nostalgia when a person looked at him, as they remembered the Sasuke he once was; full of laughter and joy, and the Sasuke he is now; carrying a sadness and rage so few people could relate too. There was another expression, beyond the piteous face, that he recognized all to well.
They looked at him and wondered ‘Why?’
Sometimes, he would lay awake at night and wonder what they were so confused about. Why had Itachi killed his parents? Why had Itachi left him alive? Why had he betrayed Konoha? Why did he return? Why had he killed Itachi? Many questions surrounding the Uchiha heir still remained unanswered.
He didn’t need the Sharingan to see that.
If there was anything Gaara could see well in a person’s eyes, it was fear.
He knows that expression, as the person’s eyes widen and their lips tremble, as they recollect the memories of things he had done in the past, and imagined things he were to do in the future. Yet, there was another expression, however, beyond the fear and nostalgia.
They looked at him and wondered ‘Why?’
When Gaara would lie awake at night, staring at the rotating fan above him that tickled the strands of his dark red hair he would wonder what they were so confused about. Why was he was Shukaku’s vessel? Why was he Kazekage? Why did he enjoy killing so much? Why did sand protect him? Why was he even alive? So many questions surrounded him and would probably forever remain unanswered.
He didn’t need a demon to see that.
If there was anything Neji could see in a person’s eyes, it was disgust.
He recognizes the look of agitation and anger when a person looked at them, as though saying ‘You’re not worthy of being a Hyuuga’ and it was so unfair, these looks the villagers shot at him. But there was another feeling beyond the irritation and disapproval.
The looked at him and wondered ‘Why?’
Neji spent countless nights awake contemplating what they were so confused about. Why was he a Hyuuga? Why did he try to kill Hinata? Why did he hate so many people? Why was he so obsessed with destiny? Why does he even exist? So many questions surrounded the Hyuuga genius that still remain unanswered.
He didn’t need a Byukagan to see that.
Sasuke and Neji both came from notorious elite bloodlines, specializing in the fine art of doujutsu. Gaara was the son of the former Kazekage and now current Kazekage, and host to the sand demon Shukaku. But they hardly needed to rely on Kekkei Genkai or unnatural power to understand the way life worked.
They didn’t need a Byukagan eye when tangled between the sheets,
〔以下半句非腐勿看
Gaara breathing raggedly into Neji’s chest and Sasuke’s arms wrapped around his curvy pale hips. 〕
They didn’t need a Sharingan mirror wheel when they were sweating to the beat of a song they had never heard before and getting odd looks from the people around them. They didn’t need Shukaku’s power when walking down Konoha’s cheerful streets to buy some groceries.
They didn’t need power.
They didn’t need bloodlines.
They.
Needed.
Each.
Other.
《血继限界》（《Bloodlines》的翻译）
Ⅰ
如果宇智波佐助能从别人眼里看到什么，那就是同情。
他很清楚每个人看他的目光，夹杂着悲哀与怀旧。因为他们记得以前的
他，充满欢笑和快乐，以及现在的他－－带着忧伤和冷淡。
他还能轻易地认出另一种表情，藏在怜悯的面具下
他们看着他，疑惑－－“为什么？”
有的夜晚，佐助会清醒地躺在床上，思考他们在困惑什么。
为什么鼬杀了他的父母？
为什么鼬只留他在世上？
为什么他背叛了木叶？
为什么他又回来了？
为什么他杀了鼬？
太多没有答案的问题围绕着宇智波的继承人
确认这些，并不需要写轮眼。
Ⅱ
如果砂瀑我爱罗能从别人眼里看到什么，那就是恐惧。
他很清楚每个人看他的目光，当他们睁大眼睛，颤抖嘴唇，当他们重新
想起他过去做的事，想像他将要做的事。
但是，在恐惧和怀旧下面……
他们看着他，疑惑－－“为什么？”
每个夜晚，我爱罗会清醒地躺在床上，盯着头顶上旋转的电风扇。风，
轻轻吹起额前深红色的发，他，在思考他们困惑什么。
为什么他是守鹤的容器？
为什么他是风影？
为什么他如此享受杀戮？
为什么他被沙子保护着？
为什么他还没死？！
太多没有答案的问题围绕着我爱罗
确认这些，并不需要体内的怪物。
Ⅲ
如果日向宁次能从别人眼里看到什么，那就是厌恶。
他很清楚每个人看他的目光，夹杂着焦虑与愤怒。似乎在说，“你不配
做日向家的一员！”这并不公平，村民看他的目光！
但是，有另一种情绪，在荒谬和怀旧下面
他们看着他，疑惑－－“为什么？”
宁次花了数不清的夜晚，认真思考他们在困惑什么。
为什么他是日向家族的人？
为什么他试图杀死雏田？
为什么他仇恨那么多人？
为什么他这么着迷于命运？
为什么他存在在这个世上？
太多没有答案的问题围绕着这个流着日向血液的忍者。
确认这些，并不需要白眼。
Ⅳ
佐助和宁次继承了过于有名的先祖精英杰出的基因，特别是如艺术般的
瞳术。而现任风影我爱罗是上一代风影的儿子，同时也是沙之守鹤的寄居
者。但是……
他们并不需要血继限界，或者这种那种不正常的力量，去理解生存法
则。
当命运缠绕在一起时，他们并不需要白眼。
当汗流浃背地给一首从未听过的曲子打着拍子，引来路人奇怪的目光
时，他们并不需要写轮眼的勾玉。
当他们沿着木叶熙熙攘攘的马路逛街时，他们并不需要守鹤。
他们不需要力量……
他们不需要血继限界……
他们……
只……
需要……
彼此…………
（完）
Ⅰ
如果宇智波佐助能从别人眼里看到什么，那就是同情。
他很清楚每个人看他的目光，夹杂着悲哀与怀旧。因为他们记得以前的
他，充满欢笑和快乐，以及现在的他－－带着忧伤和冷淡。
他还能轻易地认出另一种表情，藏在怜悯的面具下
他们看着他，疑惑－－“为什么？”
有的夜晚，佐助会清醒地躺在床上，思考他们在困惑什么。
为什么鼬杀了他的父母？
为什么鼬只留他在世上？
为什么他背叛了木叶？
为什么他又回来了？
为什么他杀了鼬？
太多没有答案的问题围绕着宇智波的继承人
确认这些，并不需要写轮眼。
Ⅱ
如果砂瀑我爱罗能从别人眼里看到什么，那就是恐惧。
他很清楚每个人看他的目光，当他们睁大眼睛，颤抖嘴唇，当他们重新
想起他过去做的事，想像他将要做的事。
但是，在恐惧和怀旧下面……
他们看着他，疑惑－－“为什么？”
每个夜晚，我爱罗会清醒地躺在床上，盯着头顶上旋转的电风扇。风，
轻轻吹起额前深红色的发，他，在思考他们困惑什么。
为什么他是守鹤的容器？
为什么他是风影？
为什么他如此享受杀戮？
为什么他被沙子保护着？
为什么他还没死？！
太多没有答案的问题围绕着我爱罗
确认这些，并不需要体内的怪物。
Ⅲ
如果日向宁次能从别人眼里看到什么，那就是厌恶。
他很清楚每个人看他的目光，夹杂着焦虑与愤怒。似乎在说，“你不配
做日向家的一员！”这并不公平，村民看他的目光！
但是，有另一种情绪，在荒谬和怀旧下面
他们看着他，疑惑－－“为什么？”
宁次花了数不清的夜晚，认真思考他们在困惑什么。
为什么他是日向家族的人？
为什么他试图杀死雏田？
为什么他仇恨那么多人？
为什么他这么着迷于命运？
为什么他存在在这个世上？
太多没有答案的问题围绕着这个流着日向血液的忍者。
确认这些，并不需要白眼。
Ⅳ
佐助和宁次继承了过于有名的先祖精英杰出的基因，特别是如艺术般的
瞳术。而现任风影我爱罗是上一代风影的儿子，同时也是沙之守鹤的寄居
者。但是……
他们并不需要血继限界，或者这种那种不正常的力量，去理解生存法
则。
当命运缠绕在一起时，他们并不需要白眼。
当汗流浃背地给一首从未听过的曲子打着拍子，引来路人奇怪的目光
时，他们并不需要写轮眼的勾玉。
当他们沿着木叶熙熙攘攘的马路逛街时，他们并不需要守鹤。
他们不需要力量……
他们不需要血继限界……
他们……
只……
需要……
彼此…………
（完）
Gaara breathing raggedly into Neji’s chest and Sasuke’s arms wrapped around his curvy pale hips.
无语了。
格式挺整齐的。但是，是不是太直译了？有点生硬
无语了。
格式挺整齐的。但是，是不是太直译了？有点生硬
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