At the Shore


A/N: YAY! UPDATE!

This one's about Sasuke and Itachi, no Uchihacest, sorry. It's REALLY short, but I like it, somehow.

Please enjoy.


Near the ocean, at the borderline between land and sea, is the shore.

The salty water dangerously and serenely brushes against the land, turning it soft and moist. At this place, soft and moist, castles are built. Magnificent, glorious castles are built by working hard, step by step. Likewise, Sasuke had built his icy demeanor step by step. He had to use what he had, just like sand. The base was covered, and then the details were embedded into his mask of barrier between him and the rest of the world. It was pretty solid, and nobody dared to break it.

As it continues to build, gloriously, magnificently, he only realized how vulnerable he was at the borderline between sturdy and delicate. It would only last so long because sandcastles are destroyed by the ocean.

Itachi was the ocean.

Cold, merciless was the sea, just like his brother. His extravagantly crafted mask would crumble at his whim, just his presence made it struggle. Just like when the splendid sandcastle met the ocean, his mask shivered back to its original form.

But isn't it both water and sand that creates marvelous sandcastles?

When the water retreats, the sand is softer and it's easier to build with. Likewise, Sasuke's memory of his brother lets him remember, to become more determined. In a twisted way, it's hope that is given to him. He can hope maybe one day, his mask won't crack and dissolve in front of the ocean. Maybe his sandcastle can stand firmly, so even at vulnerable places like these won't hurt anymore.

Sasuke never realized that if he kept going back to the sea, he would never be able to accomplish it.


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