Title: Awakening was Never so Sweet
Universe: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Armageddon's come and gone, but she forgot there was a reason the Forth put so much faith in that seal
Dedication: to all the readers who wouldn't stop asking, and my Dad who made fun of me 'til I started thinking
Disclaimer: have not - do not - will not own
It's like floating, he decides. It's like floating in a pool at night where there is no moon or stars or streetlamps to light the water. Completely quiet, with nothing to sway the atmosphere.
He doesn't really know what's going on anymore, hasn't since that day on the bridge with team 7. Since he lost his senses and ripped
Oba-chan's throat out. Since Konoha burned to the ground and he laughed with the dark voice in his head.
The rage has died since then, cooled steadily into a dull ache that doesn't feel like it belongs to him anymore. Maybe it's hers. He doesn't know. Lord knows all she is is rage and power and fire. She burns and she burns him up.
He can vaguely register that he's moving, that he's doing things like running and sitting and fighting. But what he's actually doing is lost on him. Alone in the dark in a black lake. He doesn't even try to find out, not now, after everything is lost. He knows he did something horrible that he didn't mean to, didn't want to, can't take back. He knows that if it weren't for her, he never would have done any of it, wouldn't continue to do any of it.
He can't do anything now, even if he had the strength to. She's too strong, been manipulating him for too long. That's the problem, isn't it. Manipulation.
Because as horrible as she is, he's the one doing all that he's doing. She's still locked away tight, snug in her little prison. All she can really do is whisper to him and scream to him and promise to him. And that really is the worst thing she can do. Because it's working.
He doesn't really register anything that his body is doing, only that it does so gladly and viciously and messily. Perhaps this is madness, he's insane. When the rationality of the mind and the primal instincts of the body crash and split. Maybe his body is just acting without him to steer it, and obeying her commands instead. Or something.
Deep down he hopes that's the case. Because if it's not his body acting on its own, and it's not her, then who else is doing everything but him.
It hurts to think. All the energy for his musings bleeds him dry. He has less each time. He's going to go to sleep now, if that's the right word for it. She giggles and whispers goodnight. He vaguely acknowledges that she's stopped talking him since the bridge, and disappears.
See, I can update! There will be more chapters, I promise you. I have been colaborating with PIIRPierrot to figure out what is going to happen next, and if I do say so myself, it's quite good. Stay tuned and kindly review.