Random Rambling: Ah yes, I have started yet another fic. This one will be 5 parts (chapters), out of which the last will be just a short postlude (Right word? It wasn't the one I was thinking of - help me out?) of sorts.
Ch 1 and 2 are done, 3 is half-way there. =)
I'll get around to the next chapter of BCD soon too, just gotta get all the details sorted out first.
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Alexithymia definition: Inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner.
Song/Lyrics: Alexithymia by Anberlin
Alexithymia
Part 1
~xXx~
Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don't believe anything you say
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning
~xXx~
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A blonde male is looking proudly at the many men and women before him, he smiles at them, and they wonder what he could possibly have to smile about in times like these. Just as a gust of cold October wind makes his white robe flow behind him he speaks out in a loud and clear voice.
"My dear villagers, companions, friends," he says, and they all look to him, feeling his energy and hopeful spirit they can't help but have their hopes raised if only a little. "Tomorrow, I swear, will be the final day of this war, of all these battles." The crowd starts whispering, wondering what he's talking about, there is no way the war can end so quickly in their favor, are they fighting a loosing battle?
"What do you mean; the final battle will be tomorrow? Why will we fight if we already know we've lost?" It's a young woman that's raised her voice above the crowd's whispers and asks. Her name is Anko, and she's a spirited woman even after having been through the things she has, but that is a story for another time.
"No, Anko, that is not what I mean. What I mean is that I've found a way to end this war, and tomorrow I will, but I need you to keep fighting until then. For me, for yourself, for your families and friends, and for this village. For Konoha." His smile is contagious, and as they realize what he's saying the crowd one by one starts smiling; the horrible war they're in will be over tomorrow! There are only two people in the crowd that aren't smiling, a man and a boy. Jiraiya and Kakashi. His mentor and his student.
He looks to the two, they're standing together a little to the side of the main crowd, silently giving the message that he'll speak to them after the speech is over. He looks back to the horde of shinobi before him, they all seem so much happier now, much more hopeful.
"Now I ask of you all, go tell this to your families, and to your fellow comrades that couldn't be here right now because they are defending us at this very moment, and tell it to your friends and anyone you see in the streets. Now, go!" just as he shouts the final word the group of ninja before him starts breaking up, running, jumping, walking or teleporting away, all depending on where they are going.
When the whole crowd is gone but the two that still aren't smiling his smile slowly fades too, it doesn't entirely go, but instead of the happy one occupying his features before, a melancholy one now graces his lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Minato?" It's the older male, Jiraiya, that asks, Kakashi merely remains silent, looking at his teacher with a glance that would seem emotionless to others, but in which Minato can see the accusation clearly; Are you going to leave me the way they did, too? And the betrayal; I thought you said you'd stay, that you'd be here for me…
"I have to, it's my duty, you both know that. And it's the only way to stop this war…" He adds the last part to himself, only mumbling it lowly.
"You don't have to die for this war to end, Minato, there are other ways." The oldest of the three's voice sounds a turmoil of emotions and he feels tears pressing on, but he won't let that show. He has to be strong. Kakashi still remains silent.
"This is the only way that no more people will die, Jiraiya," he says, looking at his former teacher. The youngest of the three keeps quiet, but his eyes say so much more than words ever could and Minato feels a sting in his heart. A pang of guilt, a loss of spirit. These two people make everything so much harder, but without them he would be nothing, so he is thankful to them. And secretly he wishes he could stay with them, but he can't.
"You will." He hears a low voice say, and it takes him a moment to realize that it is Kakashi's.
"I'm sorry," he whispers to the boy, then he turns to his teacher and smiles before he uses a jutsu that swiftly teleports him to the hospital and his beloved Kushina. The woman that at that very moment was giving birth to his child – giving the young boy her life in exchange for his as her eyes cast one last, sorrowful look at her husband before they forever closed.
The Yondaime hokage held his newborn son in his arms as he spent a moment crying over his lover, but tears had never been for him, and at any rate he and the child would join her shortly. He almost regretted his decision as he looked upon his gorgeous baby boy, but his mind was made up, it was his duty to end this war. His duty and his wish.
It is in the middle of the night that the blonde man goes outside, carrying his child with him to a height right outside of the town. In the midst of battle nobody notices him as he makes his way through the crowd, and suddenly he is before them all. Before them all and before their greatest enemy – the Kyuubi no Kitsune.)
This is the moment it all adds up too. This is the moment that thousands of fates will be decided solely based upon whether the jutsu he's been putting so much into works or not.
Initializing. The fox comes closer. Three. The demon rages above his people, tails lashing towards the innocent crowds. Two. People fall dead, and suddenly he sees both student and teacher standing in the crowd looking at him with sad eyes. One. Kushina's ghost appears, and the gorgeous redhead smiles at him as a searing pain starts shooting through him.
It hurts so much, but through it all he can see the demon fade, and he hears the people cheer. He feels all strength drain from him as he falls to the ground, but before he hits the hard earth he is caught in a pair of strong arms as his vision fades.
"He's too far gone," he hears through the fog that is quickly clouding his minds, and just before it all ends he hears a scream. Not one of fear or joy or sadness, no. Not even the one of a grown person. This is the scream of his son, the boy is still alive.
For a second the Yondaime wonders what he has done – what kind of life he has doomed his son to lead – but it is only a second, for after that fleeting moment in time he closes his eyes never to open them in this life again.
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Random Rambling: So, what did you think? Please. PleasePleasePlease. Please tell me what you thought. *puppyeyes*