Saccharine Fantasy
Written by: Black Cadence
Disclaimer: Any characters and events from Naruto that have been alluded to within this story belong to Masashi Kishimoto. All other ideas belong to their respective authors.
"Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision." - Salvador Dali
Once upon a time, locked within an imaginary ivory tower, a beautiful prince was held captive. With midnight hair that contrasted flawlessly with his pearly white skin and eyes as black as immoral sin, whenever anyone's gaze fell upon his perfect complexion, they were drawn inwards - like a moth to a flickering flame. It was as if their entire purpose of living was suddenly culminated into a single pinnacle of surrealism.
Upon his throne of white silk he sat – motionless; still - perfection moulded into reality; his seemingly moonlit hands curled into the spectral sheets; his crystalline eyes staring upwards towards the nihilistic sky. It was a picturesque pose that would be forever etched into the chains of time; to be preserved and held sacrosanct until the day that the world was to be beckoned into an age of illumination.
As the prince sat there upon his pure throne gazing up towards the non-existent heavens, malignant yellow eyes peered up at him through the obscurity of his room, captivated like countless others by his beauty. The creature's stare slid admiringly over his figure. As its gaze traveled upwards, it stopped momentarily upon the prince's neck, flicking its forked tongue out provocatively when it noticed no marks marring the smooth complexion, imagining the wondrous trill that would flood through its veins once it sank its fangs into that soft expanse of skin. It could almost feel the delectable blood that would pump through the prince's veins, welling hotly out from beneath its elongated fangs and staining that pure white with crimson.
But that was all surreal.
Or had it already occurred?
"REALITY, n. The dream of a mad philosopher. That which would remain in the cupel if one should assay a phantom. The nucleus of a vacuum."
(Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary)
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