How Much Longer?
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,051
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
How Much Longer?
How much longer?
It feels like time is standing still, yet somehow I am watching the days fade into years. I feel detached from everything, yet so close to understanding. The contradictions that my life has become are a constant source of confusion. I long for the day when you will appear at my gate, and yet the first thing I want to do is revert to my younger years of childishness and sock you in the face so hard you fall on your prissy ass. I hate the way you would smirk when we were younger. So damn smug, so sure of yourself, and yet to insecure to let anyone back in. I think that’s one of the reasons we butted heads so often, both our masks were utter contradictions of each other. Somehow, I think we envied that about one another. The ability to let everyone in while still somehow knowing that you could fall on your ass verses the ability to close yourself off and let no one in.
I dream about you, from time to time. I can never recall any important details, yet I know they’re about you. It’s hard to describe, I can’t even say we really do anything important-no heart to hearts, no epic battles, no apologies, or proclamations of undying hate. I think they’re memories, of our genin days, nothing special, just moments. When I wake up though, I can’t even recall your face well enough to judge our age. The only reason I know it was about you, is because I’m left with that feeling, that feeling you and team 7, but mostly you seemed to inspire in me. Contentment. I miss that feeling; with you gone, it fell away, replaced with something bitter and painful.
It’s coming back, though. That contentment. Slowly but surely, I am feeling it again. Feeling what I know is the anticipation of an almost accomplished dream. The bitterness has gone in place of understanding. I’ve learned that in life there are two types of battles: to protect that which we hold dear, and to restore honor. The later of which we must go at alone. The pain, however, remains. Not as fresh and biting as it once was, but still a wound waiting to be torn open. What you did was wrong, and how you did it, was worse, but I understand now that you had to do it. I don’t forgive, and I’m not the child I once was, so it will take time.
Konoha has changed, it’s funny, I can picture you rolling your eyes, but it’s true. At a turtles pace Konoha is relinquishing its old ways for new ones. Those who have sat in power with their stubborn traditions and frames of mind are being replaced by new open thinkers. It’s kind of amusing, considering that Suna has always been one of the more ridged and narrow minded of the hidden villages that we should be fallowing in their footsteps to a new generation of thinking. It excites me in a way I thought I never could be. Politics seemed to be the one down fall of becoming Hokage (besides the mountains of paper work), but with the prospect of change and the questions that are raised, I can’t help but look forward to the monthly Council meeting. Once again, I hear you muttering ‘dobe’ in my head. I think you would enjoy it though. The people’s minds are less clouded by the ideas of tradition and status as they once were.
Admittedly, I try not to think of you that much. It’s easier to focus on my duties as a Shinobi, and less painful then wondering where you are. In truth, I haven’t spent this much time on you since we were teenagers. I think it’s the rumors of your death, which has brought you back to the forefront of my mind. Nothing has been proven, but since Sai is still here and a man fitting your description was witnessed being killed, I find myself sitting at the edge of my seat. Part of me wants nothing more then for the group we sent to report that you were not the one killed, whilst the other part of me wishes that it was, if only to know where you are and what has become of you. Ignorance is worse then pain of knowing, for the simplest questions that are left unanswered are the ones eats you up inside. My question, however, is not so simple. Yet I find myself asking it everyday.
How much longer must I wait? How much longer till I can see that smug look on your face, till I am called ‘dobe’ again? But most importantly, how much longer will it be till I can say,
“Welcome home, Sasuke”
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Okay. Finier. This is now sort of a side story to “What’s Left of Us”. Don’t really love that name, but it’s the only one I could think of. Anyway, tell me what you think, reviews are always fantastic.
It feels like time is standing still, yet somehow I am watching the days fade into years. I feel detached from everything, yet so close to understanding. The contradictions that my life has become are a constant source of confusion. I long for the day when you will appear at my gate, and yet the first thing I want to do is revert to my younger years of childishness and sock you in the face so hard you fall on your prissy ass. I hate the way you would smirk when we were younger. So damn smug, so sure of yourself, and yet to insecure to let anyone back in. I think that’s one of the reasons we butted heads so often, both our masks were utter contradictions of each other. Somehow, I think we envied that about one another. The ability to let everyone in while still somehow knowing that you could fall on your ass verses the ability to close yourself off and let no one in.
I dream about you, from time to time. I can never recall any important details, yet I know they’re about you. It’s hard to describe, I can’t even say we really do anything important-no heart to hearts, no epic battles, no apologies, or proclamations of undying hate. I think they’re memories, of our genin days, nothing special, just moments. When I wake up though, I can’t even recall your face well enough to judge our age. The only reason I know it was about you, is because I’m left with that feeling, that feeling you and team 7, but mostly you seemed to inspire in me. Contentment. I miss that feeling; with you gone, it fell away, replaced with something bitter and painful.
It’s coming back, though. That contentment. Slowly but surely, I am feeling it again. Feeling what I know is the anticipation of an almost accomplished dream. The bitterness has gone in place of understanding. I’ve learned that in life there are two types of battles: to protect that which we hold dear, and to restore honor. The later of which we must go at alone. The pain, however, remains. Not as fresh and biting as it once was, but still a wound waiting to be torn open. What you did was wrong, and how you did it, was worse, but I understand now that you had to do it. I don’t forgive, and I’m not the child I once was, so it will take time.
Konoha has changed, it’s funny, I can picture you rolling your eyes, but it’s true. At a turtles pace Konoha is relinquishing its old ways for new ones. Those who have sat in power with their stubborn traditions and frames of mind are being replaced by new open thinkers. It’s kind of amusing, considering that Suna has always been one of the more ridged and narrow minded of the hidden villages that we should be fallowing in their footsteps to a new generation of thinking. It excites me in a way I thought I never could be. Politics seemed to be the one down fall of becoming Hokage (besides the mountains of paper work), but with the prospect of change and the questions that are raised, I can’t help but look forward to the monthly Council meeting. Once again, I hear you muttering ‘dobe’ in my head. I think you would enjoy it though. The people’s minds are less clouded by the ideas of tradition and status as they once were.
Admittedly, I try not to think of you that much. It’s easier to focus on my duties as a Shinobi, and less painful then wondering where you are. In truth, I haven’t spent this much time on you since we were teenagers. I think it’s the rumors of your death, which has brought you back to the forefront of my mind. Nothing has been proven, but since Sai is still here and a man fitting your description was witnessed being killed, I find myself sitting at the edge of my seat. Part of me wants nothing more then for the group we sent to report that you were not the one killed, whilst the other part of me wishes that it was, if only to know where you are and what has become of you. Ignorance is worse then pain of knowing, for the simplest questions that are left unanswered are the ones eats you up inside. My question, however, is not so simple. Yet I find myself asking it everyday.
How much longer must I wait? How much longer till I can see that smug look on your face, till I am called ‘dobe’ again? But most importantly, how much longer will it be till I can say,
“Welcome home, Sasuke”
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Okay. Finier. This is now sort of a side story to “What’s Left of Us”. Don’t really love that name, but it’s the only one I could think of. Anyway, tell me what you think, reviews are always fantastic.