Prologue:
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
people talking without speaking,
people hearing without listening,
people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dared,
Disturb the sound of Silence
The dark neutral voice seemed to echo off the walls and it creped upon him, smothering him and seemed to etch into his skin like the flowing tide of his soothing ink, cool and damp across his fevered skin. Save now, the words vibrating through the world around him brought no caressing comfort, no soft satisfaction, only pain as rusty weathered nails were dragging their edge over all the skin they could reach and then down his throat to rasp him on the inside as well. He screamed a thousand screams then and there, spoke more then all the people of the world all together - people just standing there, staring at him, none of them showing mercy, none of them listening, all of them hearing - God he was going insane - he begged and quivered, curled and cried and not even his pouring pleas were heard for more then himself.
He saw a laughter, felt a knife, felt the pain but the voice, oh the voice, it wasn't there - but everywhere all the same - and he coughed, red as blood, black as the dept of wells, and whispered, the thousand silent sounds ending in its word.
"G-god..."
"That's enough Kisame." The voice said, heavy feet, or were they the only ones he could hear? stepped closer, breathing down his naked form, cool fingers finally landing on his cheek, carefully petting down to his broken lips. "That's good, that's all right..." The neutral voice told him as he leaned into the touch, panting heavily and he knew it was God.
Someone said something but only the fingers of the body next to him mattered then, he didn't care, he couldn't remember anyone else. "You've found peace. You've felt true pain." God him told and he knew it was true - now inside him there was no confusion, there was no frustration to understand himself and all around him - he felt without the pressure to understand what exactly for the first time in the short while he's had emotions.
The voice turned to those in the room, yet it never stopped caressing his cheek as it spoke in the distance, "Go get Itachi-san. We're making progress now." The God turned back to him and pressed his lips tenderly against his, once his minions left to do his bidding. "Remember this moment Sai." He requested after a fleeting press of lips. "Remember when you found Us and We shall never leave truly." And then the red God stood, turning divine grey eyes, imagine the time where he thought blue was the colour of the Gods! downwards one last time before he turned and in steady pace left the dark dungeon, knowing that others would gather up the mess he had made of the black-haired shinobi from Konoha.
--- Words from tired author:
PainSai? ó.Ò Will become ItaSai I think. Anyhow, tell me what you think! Inspiration song; Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.
If you think its OOC or lame I blame the dream that made me write think of this and all the painkillers I'm on because I'm extremely ill.
Why do I always torture my favourite character like this? Poor, precious Sai...