A few words if you will.
Drowning, does anyone know how terrifying it can be? I remember it clearly, running atop the ever-changing currents of water beneath me. The man who was my enemy, manipulating them with a mere flick of the finger watching with furious, cold red eyes. It was eerie how alike they were to the sharingan, if I had commented; I guarantee he would have bristled like a cat.
But, that isn't really what I intended to write of, now was it? No, drowning. Drowning was what has captured my attention. But why it interests me, which is truly what I find frightening. I remember it clearly…..
It had been any other day, any other fight. Blood coating his arms, staining into the side of his face. A dragon of water rose from beneath him, slamming into his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs.
Izuna vaguely felt pressure, all over his body, water filling his nostrils and flooding his mouth. The blood, what was fresh anyway, melted away from his skin, making the clear water a pinkish color. Izuna couldn't move, and the heavy feeling only increased.
Air was difficult, impossible to gain and his vision was fading. But, he had never felt more unburdened, letting the current take him where it may. With no control, and a safe, barrier or water. Of tears. The same, furious red eyes stared down at him from above, for once, confused. Izuna felt his lips curl up, into a sinister parody of a smile.
He wanted nothing more then to remain where he was. Safe, or so he felt. Izuna knew he was deeply nestled into his enemy's palm. So he moved, his once, horizontal form, seizing control once more, vertically swimming up, quickly, sharply cutting through the fog which clouded his mind.
Izuna broke through the surface, rivulets of water streaming down his face, dripping from his eyes, soaking him through. His hands placed upon the suddenly still skin of the water, the way the water felt, sucking him under. Izuna felt reluctance to leave, that peaceful, silent place.
But…..
"Not today and never tomorrow." Izuna's voice rang out, startling the white haired man with the strength behind it.
Most people would panic, normal people always do. Shinobi, kunoichi, everyone does. I did not, I felt the currents, and involuntarily my body relaxed on its own. I was sinking, and floating suspended in the suddenly empty void of the waters that surrounded me.
I didn't want to break the surface, for one reason alone. I was at peace, suspended, no one could touch me, and I didn't have to carry myself. My lungs slowly seemed to fill, despite my mouth being parted a thin crack.
I should have drowned, the water should have caused me to black out. But, I suppose after fighting a man, who was literally almost one with the rain, the rivers and lakes. He could vanish without a trace, even with his shockingly white hair.
I suppose, my own body adapted. That is the only reason I can think of, my body temperature rising in a futile way to evaporate the water in my lungs.
But, I doubt that.
Farewell, Uchiha Izuna