Disclaimer : I don't own any of the Naruto characters. Masashi Kishimoto does.
Beware : some SPOIL.
- Brought back to dust -
Once upon a time, a little (foolish, foolish) girl was found within a nightmarish landscape, knees down and quietly soliloquing. Her chest was not heaving up, nor was her lithe and sickening pale figure moving. The undisturbed quietness was prone to be morbid, if only it had not been clashing with the sound of that distant and insignificant voice –the one who used to be filled with laughter, joy, hope. Such a weak and insane demeanor, talking to yourself when everywhere around you, the lingering and overwhelming sense of chaos is reigning. Powerful, yet fading. Carved in reality. Mud. And so, so much blood. Everywhere.
A heroine she was not. Quite the contrary, in fact – she was useless. Weak ! The remnants of buildings coped with what was left of countless corpses whose state remained beyond recognition. And over and over again, she lifted her dull eyes to the same point in the horizon, yearning for something to happen (yet knowing the devastating truth that nothing, nothing could be done).
- Not dead !
She was bleeding, hurting. No tears were shared, no sobs erupted from the petite figure. Her short and peculiar hair was messy and dirty, but she was oblivious to it. To everything. The love of her life had been there. Awakening a little from her numbness, small and calloused fingers clenched something akin to... Dust ? And it burnt, and blood and powdery dirt mixed, and she bit back a scream. But at that time, nothing mattered.
Once upon a time, there was a girl, born Sakura Haruno, who fervently wished for a future with orange, blue and pink, and all the most beautiful shades of grey. A future slaughtered.
Because there was no home left, and the red clouds on his cloak explained it all.
Hello guys ! :D
I'm not going to lie, I'm new in this thing-y. Well, not in the fanfictionnal universe per say, but in the English section. You see, I'm kind of… French. Yeah.
I know perfectly well that my English is poor. But I'm trying to write in this section, because I love foreign languages and literature. Yes, that triple-drabble (…does this term even exist ?) is sort of random and plotless. It is an experiment, to know if I'm really able to actually write something in English. Feel free to make critics (constructive ones) or to do whatever floats your boat with this piece of angst.
Enough talking, I'm just being horribly boring again xD
Any.
Edited the 03/04/2009 for spelling errors.