Here I am standing at the edge of everything.
Nothing truly mattering anymore.
All petty bonds broken.
All loose ends simply left hanging never to be dealt with.
Waiting for the dark cruel hands of fate to take hold.
To plunge me into the sinister never ending abbess of death.
Where whatever higher power will take me and decide my fate.
Naturally a tremor of fear ran through my body.
But none of it mattered any more.
Emotions now being trivial and useless.
Only dragging those destined to fulfill their purpose in life down.
Brushing it all away I focused on my true goal.
No not the goal to rule the world through terror and conquest.
Not that goal.
The ultimate goal that is unknown.
Until the last moments.
The goal to die.
Yes but not just to die.
But to die in the way that you chose.
And for me the goal was in hand.
The giant gold gates seemed to beacon me.
As I stared my death strait in the face.
All the while watching my smug opponent.
Being childishly excited by the pure look of horror in his eyes.
As he too realized what truly was at hand.
Now noticing that both our fates had been sealed.
With a final trade mark grin I let everything disappear.
And naturally I went out with a bang!
Finally when the smoke cleared I was flying.
My body blown to smithereens.
As my intact sprit observed the wreckage.
A triumphant smirk lit my lips.
The opponent I had faced was nowhere to be seen.
Just miles and miles of wreckage.
All created by my superb example of my art.
Yes my art.
The art of a fleeting moment never to be tied down.
But to be remembered for a life time.
From a single glorious moment.
My life had been devoted to my art.
And in the end my art was the end of me.
Ironic no?
Though I wouldn't have had it any other way.
For the sight below me was too beautiful for words…
With a final glance I turned.
But stopped short unsure where to go.
Life beyond death had never crossed my mind.
All former feelings on contentment fled me.
Fear.
A feeling I thought I had been rid of returned.
This place.
Between Heaven and Hell seemed deserted.
Though looking down a world thrived.
To most people it would be calming to see so much peace.
But I hated it they were all taunting me.
They had the choice.
Between Heaven and Hell.
Where I was stuck.
Alone.
That's what killed me the most.
Being alone.
Not being able to talk to anyone.
The silence would drive me crazy.
I wouldn't even mind it if Tobi was here.
No that's pushing it.
Tobi would drive me crazy faster than the silence…
Though if I could have one person.
I'd have my Sasori.
The puppet man.
The red scorpion.
My Danna.
A man who had turned himself into to a living puppet.
A man who had been a member of the Akatsuki.
A man who foolishly thought art was everlasting.
A man who had been killed by his grandmother and the pink haired bitch.
And the man who had stolen my heart.
Death had been the only thing separating us before.
Now I was dead.
Sasori was nowhere to be seen.
A lone tear slipped.
Unwanted down my nearly invisible cheek.
I started to cry.
Being a former terrorist tears don't come easily.
But they came in droves.
Pity,
Shame,
Loneliness,
Sadness,
And Fear,
The reasons for my tears…
A sound.
No more than that of a ruffle.
Brought me into awareness.
Shinobi training doesn't just go away.
After you die.
Slowly I rose.
Turning cautiously I saw my companion.
My breathing stopped.
My heart started to race.
All at the sight of one man.
Danna.
I stared at him in awe.
As he regarded me with his usual bored expression.
Only his eyes gave him away.
They shined and seemed to beckon me.
Taking an experimental step.
I ran flat into his waiting arms.
As tears of pure joy streamed.
He held me.
A soft look of understanding in his face.
As I calmed I looked up.
For a spit second we came to an understanding.
My mouth rose.
His mouth fell.
Our lips met.
A kiss for the ages.
Love lost and regained.
A journey that brought us together again.
It being both…
Fleeting and Eternal.