Do you own Naruto, sir. (Me: I plead the fifth)
The wind gently floated across the field. Gray clouds lined the sky like in a painting, perfectly layered and colored. Not a sound was emitted nor heard. For 5 seconds, the world literally paused. People around the world turned around looking in the same direction, soundlessly.
In Suna, the kazekage put his pen down and looked out the window with his pale eyes searching. In Konoha, the entire village felt a sense of foreboding, an evil malovelent force watching them, but they dare not try to locate the source of this feeling. Instead, they looked in the same direction feeling a sharp pain in their chest like something was cut. Their fates were sealed, that they knew but the question was when. In a small field near the borders of fire country was the source of this foreboding. Chipped kunai, broken shuriken, and etc. lay motionless and still, adding an even more dreading aura. Upon this field was…a man. A shinobi Black sandals adorned his feet, dirty and torn from long and vigorous use. Orange pants in the same state as his shoes clothed upon his body. An orange and black jacket filled with holes from the kunai on the field. His chest normally rising and deflating lay silent. Motionless
In the middle of the chest, right in the center, was a hole. A large gaping hole one could fit their fist inside. Dried blood covered the edges and sticky, drying blood inside the hole. If one would look closely enough, an average person could smell the singed and smoking skin protruding from the hole. Black patches randomly arranged surrounded the space. His neck, wrinkled and bruised, from a hand upon his throat. Squeezing choking never releasing Whisker marks like that of a feline line horizontal across his cheeks. Blond, spiky hair flowing in every direction, messy yet perfect.
Lips stretched so far one would think it was painful, but upon his nothing felt better or safer. 1 inch canine stuck out from under the shadow of his upper lip. sharp deadly All in all, it was a smile, no, not a smile for it could not compare to the uniqueness of this expression. It twas…..a smirk mixed with a grin. A grin of one who was at peace and reached his goal. A smirk of one who was content with what he accomplished. An expression of one who could finally rest after years of abuse. The face of one who was infinitely happy. If one would ask why he was smiling before he died, …..he would say. Because, If I didn't smile I would have died a long time ago. If I didn't smile my heart would cry in pain. If I did not smile, I would become what ever mice that scampered across the field was, every owl that soars through the night's sky, what every demon that rampages is and will always be.
SANE
Muhahaha didn't expect that did you, right. This is what listening to Three Days Grace does to you while reading Naruto fanfiction. ;)