~ Reality is always controlled by the people who are most insane ~
Kill.
Kill them.
The pulse beats a rapid rhythm. It ricochets off his skull. He stumbles and yanks viciously at his greasy hair, fingers clawing for purchase. Mouth gaping wildly. Screaming. Soundless. He felt, disconnected, an army of spit dribbling numerous paths down his chin. Drool collects in the creases of his chapped lips, frothing and white. His heart clenches. It struggles for oxygen and shrieks like a provoked animal for the very thing he can't provide.
Air. I need to-
Kill.
He groans under the pressure that stomps him deeper into the obsidian abyss. A swath of darkness, which had cloaked him the moment he'd picked up the gun…aimed it at his brother. His-
Itachi.
Another scream bullets up his throat; shredding it raw. The pure impact of sound demolishes each quivering shadow that threatened to sink their poisonous fangs into his sins. His body succumbs. Bones withering to dust before his eyes, muscles and nerves melting into blood drenched flesh. Dripping acid-like off his trembling frame. Was this reality?
But only one thought is piercingly clear in his blur of abstract colors.
Kill.
When he finally dares to open his eyes again, Sasuke finds himself-
Gun jittering in hand. The metallic rattles unnaturally loud to his hollow ears.
Her eyes, green and glossy. She smiles a crooked smile.
He ignores the fear skating down his icy innards. Struggles to figure out what he's doing here. Where is he? An alley? Damp brick walls leer down on the two of them from either side. Rot scent clings heavy to his nostrils and he wonders if she can smell it too.
"So?" the girl is demanding. He absently notices her odd choice of hair color. Pink.
"Are you going to kill me or what?"
Sasuke stares at the gun. It feels sickeningly familiar in his hand. He looks back at her. Funny. Her hair is pink. He mulls the strange girl over and over, and the wheels click to a reluctant halt when he comes to his conclusion. She's an illusion. Why else would she ask him to kill her? He scoffs at his own ignorance.
Kill.
He aims his gun.
She wordlessly spreads her arms. Wide. Easy. Impossible to miss.
Itachi had run for the life he didn't even want.
Sasuke hesitates.
"You…"
"Yes?"
"You're…"
The girl puffs out her cheeks impatiently. It makes her look like a chipmunk. Sasuke tilts his head, trying to see her from another angle. Trying to figure out of the crevices and pieces that fit together to create her mismatched puzzle body. She truly does look like an illusion. Perhaps it's her hair. Such a strange color. Pink. It was simply out of place in this world of black and white. That unwanted shade of grey.
"Are you pretending?"
"I never pretend," she replies vehemently.
"Never?" He asks again. Just to make sure.
"Never."
His lips curl in the imitation of a grin.
The trigger fell easy at a single push.
His illusions burn violently to ashes. Crumpling in at their jagged strands, his tenacious webs yield to the abyss, buried by his own confusion. Heartbreakingly similar to the fragility of this paper world he foolishly thought he could snip clean. Her blood gushes over his hands, staining them crimson, and he nestles his face against her limp neck. The last traces of her perfume mask the anguish that taints each charred edge. Almost lovingly, he uses a single finger to stroke the slimy surface of her unseeing eyeball. Drawn into the depths of her emptiness. Enchanted by the sightless color.
What a pretty green hue, it is indeed. There was nothing grey about her.
notenotenote; i .. don't have any excuse for this one. i know it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever but, um, ah...
nope. i got nothing. thanks for reading up to this note and not clicking away c: your bravery is commended and appreciated. c: