The Chaos in Order
Prologue:
He doesn't hear me, for he has no ears. He doesn't see me, for he has no eye's. He doesn't feel me, for he has no sense. He has disappeared and faded from every memory, and evaporated from every thought. His eye's are forever dull, glassy and blind to his surrounds and as he waits, I wait. I do not have tears left to weep, I do not have fear left to linger and because of this I remember. When I close my eyes I see his face, when I take a breath I breath his presence. He's always there and never there. He is everywhere in nowhere. He is part of me and non existence. And because of this, I carry on.
The day was hollow and thin, stretched over the surface of something that was definitely to big for it. Clouds curled like cats claws, running through the sky with tenacity and drenching the ground with it's children. The earth smelled of blood and the rain of a heavy persistence, the stench of wanting. This was the end of forever.
Lightning cracked across the sky as I ran, slipping through satins spawn, wrenching every step out of determination I never thought I possessed. Rising from the droplets of blood was something dark, cruelty stepping into a body. I ran past it, curved with maliciously, my arms screaming in protest I threw myself up the ledges of the cliffs ahead of me. The sable rocks gleaming from the empty moon and holding my weight with little effort as I embarked on yet a new hold.
It wasn't going to end like this, I wasn't going to let it, or I was going to die trying.
My feet echoed on empty space and I leapt closer to the peak, my thoughts running in torrents as thick as the rain pounding on my soaked and freezing skin. Then I was on the peak, and he was there.
The brink of all evil, the person who had haunted me from the beginning, yet the person I loved most in the world, my best friend. His hair curling in front of his face, his face ashen and his eyes filled with fear, fear of what he was doing, fear of what he had become, and then pain, then love and then relief.
He crumpled like an empty rag dog and tears that I held back for so long traced their way down across my dirty face. My sword protruding from his heart, then the world ended.
Have you ever had a memory that doesn't stop? That runs in circles around your mind, like a curse, like an endless cage? I tried so hard to stop it, to make it go away, but the source of it's persistence alludes me. I found myself a shell of my former self, I feel lost, I am lost. This is the story of how I lost myself, or how I found myself, or how I killed myself. Maybe the end is the beginning, then again maybe it's just the end.
AN: Review please, this is my first Naruto Fanfic, but flames and critics are welcome. REVIEW!!
- Flamingflie