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Cp5-For time to forget
AIEEEEEEEEEE PLEASE DON'T MAIM ME!!!!! I know I promised to update more often. But I got a virus on my comp then just kinda...um...didn't update...then came visiting the family and jut stole dad's laptop to write this so...yeah...might suck a million (just a bit)
But once again. I LOVE YOU ALL You fantastic people giving reviews. You all deserve candy!!! lots of sweet sweet candy.....arggggg *drool* candy.....
Erm anyway
I am wanting to make a little open scene. Just for the hell off it. As a side-fic. I'll write the start of the chapter and post it seperate but I want some people to write the rest of it and email their writings to me just to see what I get :P I'll post the results up as they come for you're viewing pleasure
Why do this? cus I'm insane, and we all know it *shifty eyes* if you think this is a good idea...please...tell me so ^.^ love to hear what you think of this.
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Cpt-5 For Time to Forget
Sunlight filtered through the curtains of my room like fingers combing through the shadow. Banishing the only hold that night held on this living world. Dusting it away; with the whisper of promises from a new day. My eyes watching the blood of morning light breathe through the gossamer dust that sighed through the air. I raised my hand and spayed my fingers, watching that golden light thread through my fingers, splicing it with the shadow of my hand and hiding the dust from sight without the sun to colour it. Reveal it to my eye.
The world was like that. Full of small painted specks of life that could glitter like starlight in the sun, or vanish into the shadows.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be anymore. A Glittering speck of dust that could dance freely in the morning light, like everyone thought I felt like. Or one of those shadowed pieces, hidden that fell and settled to be swept away later…like trash. Unwanted.
I sighted and dropped my hand. Unwanted? That was word I couldn’t understand anymore, I felt unwanted but didn’t in the same instant. I didn’t want myself. That was the problem. I didn’t want to live, or feel, or dance. I had danced for years in those red slippers, unable to stop, and only to let others around me forget I was sad. Like a mannequin, Painted smile and perfect poise. Always smiling, with nothing but a plastic cover.
But, Sasuke cared about me, this plastic person. I didn’t want to believe it, but Kyuubi had sensed it. That fear. That thick scent of panic that tasted like honey candy on a demons tongue that turned my stomach.
I couldn’t understand at first, how someone was afraid. At first I told myself he feared me. But the demon wouldn’t sleep with that…if demons slept. Fear wasn’t a taste I had acquired, but more and more of me had bleed into the fox and the fox bleed into me. Transfusion of the soul
Still…Even I could taste the difference.
Fear, pure fear, the kind an animal felt when something bigger threatened to conclude its life. That pure fear born of instinct to live, breath, not bleed. The scent and taste was thick and sweet, heavy. Almost warm. That urge to spill that warmth into your mouth, roll it like hot candy on your tongue. Was hard to discount. I had accepted that…found comfort in knowing that, so far, I didn’t have to act on those urges.
But fear born of family, friends and love tasted different, that scent wasn’t so sweet to a demon. It was sour. Like salt and vinegar. Curdled milk.
Bitter.
It was love that Demons feared or detested. I could taste and smell like a demon, like the fox, but maybe there was a god. Because I didn’t hold that need to destroy it. I revealed in every moment that I could harvest…but it became smaller and smaller…to the point I wished that red sunset from my own body free, just to see the colour in these grey days.
I sighed, watching that dust dance so erratically. Like fighting against a breath of god. I was no god, but within me lay dormant a power that could destroy love and hope. It was that, that I hoped in some way there was something greater that watched over those loved. Those not damned. To hold them tight against the current…where people couldn’t hurt them beyond repair.
***
I stood there watching him. Watching it peer out through the whispering veil that covered the shimmer of glass separating us from the waking world. Both of us wore nothing but boxers but he didn’t know I was there.
Just standing here in the Twix of both rooms. Caught in the door watching him sit there, idle, watching the world with those unmasked eyes. God…
Last night had been strained and hard, but he was here.
He was alive, that was what mattered. I owed him so much and it scared me. I’d lost so much, family and friend from and unfortunate fate and bad choices. But the one consistent flow in my erratic life was the blond spark of life currently settled on my couch with a look of knowledge that the dead shouldn’t even hold. With no mask he looked sad and lost. Lonely and afraid, and what scared me was this person that looked so broken, so lost and forgotten had saved more people both physically and mentally than I could count. Everyone he touched ended up living. It was like watching something breath life into the dead with no breath to spare themselves.
It was sad.
He looked up, eyes of crystal skies, childhood memories. Watched me with a knowledge that didn’t fit. Something that blue shouldn’t look that broken. Like watching some living sacred crystal shatter.
It hurt to look.
You didn’t want to accept it. You wanted to turn back time, and stop it breaking.
I wanted to fix this, it didn’t matter how long it took, or what I had to do. I had to give him his life back even if I didn’t have any breath of my own to spare. I owed him that much.
I felt a smile taint my lips. Curving them gently and it should have felt out of place in a place it hadn’t been for years. But it felt good, I had a reason to smile because I could help him and damn anyone who said I couldn’t. Damn them if they tried to stop me or hurt him because I would break them into little pieces. Scatter them in the wind.
“Why are you smiling?”
A question I could ask myself seemed better on his lips.
“I feel like smiling.”
Cerulean eyes looked at me confused, so many questions swimming through the soulful sea and it simply made me smile more. He deserved love and friendship from everyone. Every person in this village owed him something. Be it for a smile, a laugh, a joke, a prank, a life, a moment. All of it had been for them. That perfect porcelain always bright, always smiling had been crafted for them even if they didn’t know it. Even if Naruto didn’t know it.
“It’s creepy…” A glimmer of that smile kissed the corner of his mouth. Watching it bloom was something I wouldn’t miss for the world. It wasn’t an overbearing grin, it wasn’t plastic perfection. It was a truth. A genuine smile…even more infectious than that false façade.
I huffed and rolled my eyes at him. As if it was all too troublesome. But my own truth was; I wanted more of those small smiles. My own wouldn’t leave even in the small play.
“Whatever, what do you want for breakfast?”
He watched me, like waiting for something. Waiting for the curtain to fall away from the act. For the hate or anger to rear it’s snapping head. He expected it but he wouldn’t get it. Not from me. Not at him. That smile of his drifted away a breath’s moment then returned hesitantly…this time less genuine.
“Ramen?”
I chuckled as I turned. Maybe I should have expected it?
“Now you’re laughing?”
“Hmmm?”
“That’s even more creepy.”
It was back…that smile…something Time would never forget.
TBC
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O.O OMG I dunno how good this is! But I know the spelling is right! RAWR!!! I know because I rox and have perfect spelling
Naruto: LIES!!!
Sasuke: Ossia you couldn't spell if you're life depended on it
Ossia: Not true!!!! I can spell fine!!! <.<....>.>
Sasuke: Che, whatever.
Ossia: Bastard! I stick you in one deep dark fic and you get all prissy
Sasuke: YEAH AND I NEVER AGREED TO IT EITHER!!!! Even NARUTO co- *glances over* Oh so you bribed him with ramen ha? *scowls*
Naruto: o.o *looks innocent with noodles stuffed in his mouth*
Ossia: Yeah, sucks to be you doesn't it! MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Besides you get to snog his later so stop complaining...geeze.
Sasuke: Wait? I what???
Naruto: *munch munch*
Ossia: Get to snog Naruto...
Sasuke: I NEVER AGREED TO THIS EITHER!!
Ossia: With tongue?
Sasuke: ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Naruto: *munch munch*
Ossia: And whip cream?
Sasuke: *hyperventalites into a paper bag then pauses* Wait...what kind of cream?
Ossia: Um, the strawberry flavoued one in the can?
Naruto: *munch munch*
Sasuke: I'm sold...
Ossia: ^.^v
But once again. I LOVE YOU ALL You fantastic people giving reviews. You all deserve candy!!! lots of sweet sweet candy.....arggggg *drool* candy.....
Erm anyway
I am wanting to make a little open scene. Just for the hell off it. As a side-fic. I'll write the start of the chapter and post it seperate but I want some people to write the rest of it and email their writings to me just to see what I get :P I'll post the results up as they come for you're viewing pleasure
Why do this? cus I'm insane, and we all know it *shifty eyes* if you think this is a good idea...please...tell me so ^.^ love to hear what you think of this.
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Cpt-5 For Time to Forget
Sunlight filtered through the curtains of my room like fingers combing through the shadow. Banishing the only hold that night held on this living world. Dusting it away; with the whisper of promises from a new day. My eyes watching the blood of morning light breathe through the gossamer dust that sighed through the air. I raised my hand and spayed my fingers, watching that golden light thread through my fingers, splicing it with the shadow of my hand and hiding the dust from sight without the sun to colour it. Reveal it to my eye.
The world was like that. Full of small painted specks of life that could glitter like starlight in the sun, or vanish into the shadows.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be anymore. A Glittering speck of dust that could dance freely in the morning light, like everyone thought I felt like. Or one of those shadowed pieces, hidden that fell and settled to be swept away later…like trash. Unwanted.
I sighted and dropped my hand. Unwanted? That was word I couldn’t understand anymore, I felt unwanted but didn’t in the same instant. I didn’t want myself. That was the problem. I didn’t want to live, or feel, or dance. I had danced for years in those red slippers, unable to stop, and only to let others around me forget I was sad. Like a mannequin, Painted smile and perfect poise. Always smiling, with nothing but a plastic cover.
But, Sasuke cared about me, this plastic person. I didn’t want to believe it, but Kyuubi had sensed it. That fear. That thick scent of panic that tasted like honey candy on a demons tongue that turned my stomach.
I couldn’t understand at first, how someone was afraid. At first I told myself he feared me. But the demon wouldn’t sleep with that…if demons slept. Fear wasn’t a taste I had acquired, but more and more of me had bleed into the fox and the fox bleed into me. Transfusion of the soul
Still…Even I could taste the difference.
Fear, pure fear, the kind an animal felt when something bigger threatened to conclude its life. That pure fear born of instinct to live, breath, not bleed. The scent and taste was thick and sweet, heavy. Almost warm. That urge to spill that warmth into your mouth, roll it like hot candy on your tongue. Was hard to discount. I had accepted that…found comfort in knowing that, so far, I didn’t have to act on those urges.
But fear born of family, friends and love tasted different, that scent wasn’t so sweet to a demon. It was sour. Like salt and vinegar. Curdled milk.
Bitter.
It was love that Demons feared or detested. I could taste and smell like a demon, like the fox, but maybe there was a god. Because I didn’t hold that need to destroy it. I revealed in every moment that I could harvest…but it became smaller and smaller…to the point I wished that red sunset from my own body free, just to see the colour in these grey days.
I sighed, watching that dust dance so erratically. Like fighting against a breath of god. I was no god, but within me lay dormant a power that could destroy love and hope. It was that, that I hoped in some way there was something greater that watched over those loved. Those not damned. To hold them tight against the current…where people couldn’t hurt them beyond repair.
***
I stood there watching him. Watching it peer out through the whispering veil that covered the shimmer of glass separating us from the waking world. Both of us wore nothing but boxers but he didn’t know I was there.
Just standing here in the Twix of both rooms. Caught in the door watching him sit there, idle, watching the world with those unmasked eyes. God…
Last night had been strained and hard, but he was here.
He was alive, that was what mattered. I owed him so much and it scared me. I’d lost so much, family and friend from and unfortunate fate and bad choices. But the one consistent flow in my erratic life was the blond spark of life currently settled on my couch with a look of knowledge that the dead shouldn’t even hold. With no mask he looked sad and lost. Lonely and afraid, and what scared me was this person that looked so broken, so lost and forgotten had saved more people both physically and mentally than I could count. Everyone he touched ended up living. It was like watching something breath life into the dead with no breath to spare themselves.
It was sad.
He looked up, eyes of crystal skies, childhood memories. Watched me with a knowledge that didn’t fit. Something that blue shouldn’t look that broken. Like watching some living sacred crystal shatter.
It hurt to look.
You didn’t want to accept it. You wanted to turn back time, and stop it breaking.
I wanted to fix this, it didn’t matter how long it took, or what I had to do. I had to give him his life back even if I didn’t have any breath of my own to spare. I owed him that much.
I felt a smile taint my lips. Curving them gently and it should have felt out of place in a place it hadn’t been for years. But it felt good, I had a reason to smile because I could help him and damn anyone who said I couldn’t. Damn them if they tried to stop me or hurt him because I would break them into little pieces. Scatter them in the wind.
“Why are you smiling?”
A question I could ask myself seemed better on his lips.
“I feel like smiling.”
Cerulean eyes looked at me confused, so many questions swimming through the soulful sea and it simply made me smile more. He deserved love and friendship from everyone. Every person in this village owed him something. Be it for a smile, a laugh, a joke, a prank, a life, a moment. All of it had been for them. That perfect porcelain always bright, always smiling had been crafted for them even if they didn’t know it. Even if Naruto didn’t know it.
“It’s creepy…” A glimmer of that smile kissed the corner of his mouth. Watching it bloom was something I wouldn’t miss for the world. It wasn’t an overbearing grin, it wasn’t plastic perfection. It was a truth. A genuine smile…even more infectious than that false façade.
I huffed and rolled my eyes at him. As if it was all too troublesome. But my own truth was; I wanted more of those small smiles. My own wouldn’t leave even in the small play.
“Whatever, what do you want for breakfast?”
He watched me, like waiting for something. Waiting for the curtain to fall away from the act. For the hate or anger to rear it’s snapping head. He expected it but he wouldn’t get it. Not from me. Not at him. That smile of his drifted away a breath’s moment then returned hesitantly…this time less genuine.
“Ramen?”
I chuckled as I turned. Maybe I should have expected it?
“Now you’re laughing?”
“Hmmm?”
“That’s even more creepy.”
It was back…that smile…something Time would never forget.
TBC
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O.O OMG I dunno how good this is! But I know the spelling is right! RAWR!!! I know because I rox and have perfect spelling
Naruto: LIES!!!
Sasuke: Ossia you couldn't spell if you're life depended on it
Ossia: Not true!!!! I can spell fine!!! <.<....>.>
Sasuke: Che, whatever.
Ossia: Bastard! I stick you in one deep dark fic and you get all prissy
Sasuke: YEAH AND I NEVER AGREED TO IT EITHER!!!! Even NARUTO co- *glances over* Oh so you bribed him with ramen ha? *scowls*
Naruto: o.o *looks innocent with noodles stuffed in his mouth*
Ossia: Yeah, sucks to be you doesn't it! MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Besides you get to snog his later so stop complaining...geeze.
Sasuke: Wait? I what???
Naruto: *munch munch*
Ossia: Get to snog Naruto...
Sasuke: I NEVER AGREED TO THIS EITHER!!
Ossia: With tongue?
Sasuke: ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Naruto: *munch munch*
Ossia: And whip cream?
Sasuke: *hyperventalites into a paper bag then pauses* Wait...what kind of cream?
Ossia: Um, the strawberry flavoued one in the can?
Naruto: *munch munch*
Sasuke: I'm sold...
Ossia: ^.^v