A/N: Update. I removed some cheesy explanations that were here before. I make no money from this and have no copyright.

Cigarettes


Utter destruction.
Everything is left in ruins,
All goods have been stolen,
and everyone is DEAD.

Your back is in front of me,
Moving fast, I follow –
- there's not much else I can do.
The scent of blood is travelling along with you (me, us), beckoning animals, hunters, and all 'the good guys'.

A clean slash – my head is cut off.
I yell at you, you laugh at me, and talk about leaving my head for the night somewhere you can not hear my voice.
– I shut up. You put a cigarette in my mouth, but it won't ignite; I have no lungs at the moment. I am damn sure you did that just to laugh more at me.


In the Land of Iron we search for information, treasure (for you), and allies.

And warmer hotel rooms.
You seem not to be affected by the cold –
I, on the contrary, am freezing and my losing my voice.
(You seem pleased.)
Sometimes we put up a tent in the snow. At night we share our body heat – for health, of course, not for the (pleasure of the) intimacy.

We return sooner than planned,
"I cannot stand him," I hear you tell Deidara. His voice is like sweets and chocolate - I do not care to listen to your further conversation.
(I stay in bed for almost a month, not able to get rid of the fever.
You leave for bounty hunting, but bring me candy and cigarettes now and then. (Only because Leader told you to, I am well aware!))

I recover, and I am training, training (I weakened a lot during my illness).
You walk in on me, drunk (again), and Deidara is there too, his tongue like honey, poisoned honey, and I feel like killing something, someone.


Pretty-blond-annoying fucking Deidara kills himself, it makes me incredibly happy.
For a while, his sunset is my sunrise, until I realize that you have turned even grumpier than you used to be.
Our endless arguments are close to becoming life-and-death struggles.

We stand on top of a hill, watching the setting sun; it disappears behind dark clouds in the horizon and both of us can smell the coming rain.
I swear at the rain and sit down on the ground, glaring angry at the clouds while I light a cigarette. You install yourself by my side.
"Can I have one?"
"No way; I thought you fucking quit," I snap and keep the smoke to myself. You only shrug and put your mask back on.

We fight. Get separated.
You die. I am buried.
Oh man. We're taken out by fucking kids.
My whole body is in ruins,
Your body has been stolen,
and we are absolutely DEAD.
I am mad at you; you should not have been so weak. I wanted to be the one putting an end to you (and you to me, if it was possible).
And…

I really wish I had shared that one last cigarette with you, Kakuzu.


End.