I've decided to start a tragedy/angst series with the Akatsuki. Enjoy!
With You
The icy touch of the downpour joined the torrent of tears falling down my now deep lined face. My long, slender fingers clutched a soft, crimson lock of hair, the only thing seeming to hold me to this dark and torturous world. Enclosed in my left, a small metallic object. I might have felt fear, regret, pain, anger, but how can one feel anything after what had happened to me? For the last seven months, I had suffered through more hell than the worst sinner upon this earth should ever have to face. What I had done, I had no inkling, but whatever it was, it still couldn't amount to the torture I was forced to suffer.
I can still remember his childish face, framed by the crimson hair that I had loved so much. I loved how it made his eyes stand out, emerald on ruby. I reminisced on the so many times I had watched him sit in his workshop and tinker with his many creations. How I would repeatedly try in vain to convince him they didn't need it, only to find myself kicked out into the hall.
I was pulled from my memories to find the taste of blood on my tongue, and myself on my side in the mud, blinded by the saltine water forming in my eyes. I rolled onto my back, seeing the clouds seem to form his face. Was he crying for me now, wherever he was? I could see him now, claiming he had finally completed his greatest creation. He had dubbed it Hiruko; I soon found out why. The thing had a turret for a right arm, and claws for the left hand. The mouth was split into six sections, each moved separately, the reason he had tied a black bandana to cover its face. The whole thing was hunched over like an old man with back trouble. He seemed so proud of it that all I could do was smile and nod as he told me about his creation.
I found myself once again facedown. I could feel a wave of nausea sweep through my body, causing me to empty my bowels into the soil. I rolled onto my side and turned away from the waste. Weakened, my fingers had released the few scarlet strands I still had. My mind returned to the time he had trimmed his hair. I had found why he didn't do so very often. I had tried to hold it in, but he looked so ridiculous. I didn't laugh at him much after that.
The glint of silver brought me back to focus on the object lying within inches of my fingertips. My heart tore from my chest at the sound of his oh so familiar, so soft voice. I stretched my arm the last few inches, grasping the cold metal between my fingers. Pulling myself haphazardly to my feet, I lifted the point to my temple, shutting my eyes tight. That voice, so soft and soothing, filled my thoughts, bringing a state of peace and happiness to my mind, just before my finger squeezed the trigger.
A soft, glowing white figure held its hand out to me. I lifted my head, blinking hard in disbelief. My eyes met emerald framed in red, fuzzy through the tears falling from my tired eyes. My hand grasped his small one and I followed him into the bright abyss. I would follow him anywhere; now, I would be with him, always.
Nickels
Yes, this is what I've been doing instead typing No Longer. XD
