Title: Dog Days.
Summary: I'm lying in a barley field. It's peaceful. The birds are singing.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Naruto and I can only dream that I owned his characters, his imagination and his drawing skills.
Authors Note: Dedicated to the people from the London meet up; thanks for the inspiration.
Through the years, the rolling hills and plumes of smoke have grown monotonous. Inclined to isolation, utterances thread from my thin, taut lips and betray me.
Deception has become my true nature. It is the first real day of summer, in the thirteenth year of my life. The sunbeams slice through sour green leaves, choppy shadows rest at the foot of trees. The remenant springtime blossom tumbles from sprawled branches, as though it were snow. Birds sing and swoop through the air, thick and hazy with heat. Eyes scrolling, scanning the sky. There is not a cloud in sight. I read the words again, my mind frayed and fidgeting.
What messages? I'm lying in a barley field. It's peaceful. The birds are singing.
I don't hear the voices in the field, I think I'll stay here for a few days. It's higher than me, and a lovely dark green.
I shudder. Unknowing, uncertain and uncomfortable, my skin crawls beneath my clothes. All in black; the light radiates around me. The rays seem to swell when they reach me, surrounding me with heat and suffocating me with humidity.
I imagine the kunai. Blazing silver, hot white metal tearing by. The whistle puncturing the pleasant morning air and warning the awaiting. My mind wanders.