Eurydice's Mask
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
963
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eurydice's Mask
Chapter One: Time Lies
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything even close to that. If the idea of two men in an intimate situation offends you, do not continue reading. And, although at first it may seem otherwise, this is NOT a deathfic.
Author’s Notes: This is something that came to me while writing the final chapter of “Pulse” (which is still being written). I don’t know where it came from, But as soon as the first line went through my mind I had to do it. This will most likely have many chapters and lots of sex, and plot, so stay tuned.
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He who said “Time heals all wounds.” was a liar. Either that or he had never lost someone deeply loved, I muse silently to myself as I walk down the street. I have just left Naruto and Sasuke’s coming out party. Seeing them together made me think on things I have tried to push out of my mind. It seems though, the more I attempt to move on, the more I am pulled back. But how can I move on, when the one thing I loved most in the world is no more.
No, time does not heal all wounds, not even remotely. Each time I sit at Hayate’s grave the hole in my life seems to widen, making me lose all the good things in my life to that endless chasm. I close my eyes, and lean my head against a nearby wall. I know I must look strange just standing on a sidewalk leaning against a store, but I could care less.
I miss him…everything about him, his eyes, his face, the smell of his hair, and the way it felt to hold him…cradled against me like he might break. All of which I am losing to the slow fade of time, and the deterioration of memories examined so often they are wearing away like pages in a well loved book. Certainly I have pictures of him, but pictures do not move, or talk, or kiss your lips and tell you they love you. Pictures…they cannot capture the spirit of a man who’s love was so bright that having beheld him the sun now seems a cruel mockery of his light. But pictures and memories are all I have left of him, all I can do is close my eyes and believe I can remember him. I know though, that I do him no justice.
It is not fair that the sun can still shine and time can go on when my world ended years ago…with the dying breath of my beloved. Someone once asked me, and I cannot remember whom…there I go forgetting again. They asked me “It can’t be as bad as it could have been. With Hayate being sick all the time, weren’t you already braced for his death?” This was true, I had always known Hayate would not outlive me, my lover was sickly at best. I cannot count the times I woke to the sound of him struggling to breathe. I only wish he had died of illness…because he would have died in my arms, as it should have been. Instead he died alone, under the cold light of the moon. I should have been there, sworn as I was to protect him. I should have stood at his side…I would have died for him, but no, it is he who lies dead now.
I want to yell, and scream, and tear my heart open, and bleed, and bleed, until there is nothing left of me. But I do none of those things, I merely stand up straight, ignoring the people staring at me, and begin walking home. Home…to a bed that is too cold, and empty picture frames that will never be filled with Hayate’s smiling face
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything even close to that. If the idea of two men in an intimate situation offends you, do not continue reading. And, although at first it may seem otherwise, this is NOT a deathfic.
Author’s Notes: This is something that came to me while writing the final chapter of “Pulse” (which is still being written). I don’t know where it came from, But as soon as the first line went through my mind I had to do it. This will most likely have many chapters and lots of sex, and plot, so stay tuned.
__________________________________________________________
He who said “Time heals all wounds.” was a liar. Either that or he had never lost someone deeply loved, I muse silently to myself as I walk down the street. I have just left Naruto and Sasuke’s coming out party. Seeing them together made me think on things I have tried to push out of my mind. It seems though, the more I attempt to move on, the more I am pulled back. But how can I move on, when the one thing I loved most in the world is no more.
No, time does not heal all wounds, not even remotely. Each time I sit at Hayate’s grave the hole in my life seems to widen, making me lose all the good things in my life to that endless chasm. I close my eyes, and lean my head against a nearby wall. I know I must look strange just standing on a sidewalk leaning against a store, but I could care less.
I miss him…everything about him, his eyes, his face, the smell of his hair, and the way it felt to hold him…cradled against me like he might break. All of which I am losing to the slow fade of time, and the deterioration of memories examined so often they are wearing away like pages in a well loved book. Certainly I have pictures of him, but pictures do not move, or talk, or kiss your lips and tell you they love you. Pictures…they cannot capture the spirit of a man who’s love was so bright that having beheld him the sun now seems a cruel mockery of his light. But pictures and memories are all I have left of him, all I can do is close my eyes and believe I can remember him. I know though, that I do him no justice.
It is not fair that the sun can still shine and time can go on when my world ended years ago…with the dying breath of my beloved. Someone once asked me, and I cannot remember whom…there I go forgetting again. They asked me “It can’t be as bad as it could have been. With Hayate being sick all the time, weren’t you already braced for his death?” This was true, I had always known Hayate would not outlive me, my lover was sickly at best. I cannot count the times I woke to the sound of him struggling to breathe. I only wish he had died of illness…because he would have died in my arms, as it should have been. Instead he died alone, under the cold light of the moon. I should have been there, sworn as I was to protect him. I should have stood at his side…I would have died for him, but no, it is he who lies dead now.
I want to yell, and scream, and tear my heart open, and bleed, and bleed, until there is nothing left of me. But I do none of those things, I merely stand up straight, ignoring the people staring at me, and begin walking home. Home…to a bed that is too cold, and empty picture frames that will never be filled with Hayate’s smiling face