Title: Forever in a Day
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: you can probably guess...
Warning: Angst alert (jeez again??). Also this was pretty much written to play with words and descriptions of a certain event so it's not as long as my normal fics.
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There was a time in every ninja's life when they realized that 'forever' was nothing like it implied. The first thing they were forced to understand was life, as precious as it may be, was hardly something that lasted forever. Life was a flame to the candle, burning bright one day, stopped out the next. The ninja of Konoha new this thought all too well.
The ceremony was beautiful, just as the life that had passed away was. The sun was high in the sky, mocking the tears of those who let them fall freely. Blooms of fragrant carnations and lilies drifted through the air past the mourners and carried with the wind. The eyes of the tired and the young wept on as the final candle was lit. Incense, which had once been pleasant, now sat stagnant in the air. A grey cloud of smoke, dense in its misery, clung to the clothes of the ever watchful.
A young girl wrapped in the color of night, gently lay her hand on the boy who stood straight as steel. He who felt the loss more then any other. Ignoring the comfort of a gesture he would not expect, he lay a hand over his erratic heart. A pain so abundant in it's cruelty, it raced throughout his chest to the soles of his feet. He wished the pain to rush the ground, to let go of the guilt, but as it were, it only succeeded in rooting him next to the burial site. What better fate for a naive murderer than to spend the rest of his 'forever' rooted in anguished torture?
Cremation of the body he once touched, an urn polished in its perfection. What a sight to spectate knowing the one love he cherished was now only dust. How was he to move on after such arrogance led to such disaster?
Another hand at the small of his back, pushing him to pay respects he can not loyally give. What was he to say to the soul he had personally sent to a place of no return? No, he was the thorn in his own person, one move would rip through his stomach causing a fate worse than death. The suffering would be relentless in it's actions, tearing and gauging at the distinctly non-physical entity that lay deep in the underbelly of his person.
A man named for his mind, distinguished from the others as the genius he wished he was. A mind that had lapsed in judgement for one breathtaking moment. The fatal moment. A body no longer recognized, a friend who had been unable to follow in the chase. A mission failed and lost. Who else to blame but the leader?
Another distraction from the poisoned thoughts as another push on his shoulder. The wind could destroy a building, steel beams crashing to cemented ground, a light push against his back could destroy his will. A heap, suddenly surrounded by those closest to him. Why could they not see the blame for what he had done? One chance to prove worth wasted on the absolute certainty of death. Body numb and pained hefted up into unfamiliar embrace.
"He's in a good place now. We all did the best we could and he knows that. He did the best he could..." Words like ice-water chilled to the bone. Frustration and anger, agony and contempt, emotions that gripped him and refused to let go.
Life did not last 'forever', a person died as was the way of the universe.
It was a shame that emotions weren't killed off so easily. Hate for oneself seemed to be the ultimate 'forever'
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Yeah...short and pointless. Oh well...