Author: theshinykitty
Disclaimer: Naruto not mine
Another drabble… THATS NOT A POEM! YAY!
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A Perfect CircleThe blue lightning caresses his claw-formed hand. Streaks of electricity go down his forearm and circles his thin, delicate fingers.
Chidori.
He slowly brings his hand in front of him, the electricity almost singing off his soft skin now, and he starts his flight.
In a flash, he's gone. The sound of a thousand chirping birds suffocate my earsin the hot, summer air. An cerulean blue streak of light betrays his path.
My eyes finally catch up to his figure, and I see him rapidly thrust his arm foreword.
A giant
BOOM,
a burst of dust, and the smell of a singed...something fills the air. I have to bring my arm up to shield my face from the fragments of flying rock. It fills my senses.
A perfect circle is indented in the side of the cliff, alongside many others.
As the smoke slowly clears, I still see small sparks haphazardly blinking in the air.
My eyes snap not to the cliff's face, but to the young boy standing below it.
He's panting heavily, leaning over, hands on his knees.
His arm is raw and scarlet, and in some places, the skin has been burned off completely, leaving carnadine splotches of blood in it's wake.
His sweat-soaked ebony hair hangs loosely in front of his eyes, limiting his vision to the coal colored strands. And then, he seems to regain his composure.
He makes vague motions at dusting himself off, and prepares himself to carve out another perfect circle in the wall.
I start to think how much he parallels to that perfect circle indented in the cliff's face.
He is surrounded by bent and broken shapes. No matter how faultless the others seem,they all have their minor flaws, preventing them from reaching that brilliant perfection.
He alone stands perfect.
At every curved angle, there's no flaw to be seen, each measure the exact same as the last. 360 degrees around.
Much unlike me, fault after flaw after fracture. I am a broken window.
But, as I stand, unmoving, behind this rock, staring at that perfect circle, I see it falter, the Chidori around his already injured arm, and then he grimaces in pain, stumbles, until he finally falls. All traces of lighting dancing on his knuckles is gone.
I stare at his unmoving form, on the sandy, rock earth. Then, I hesitatingly walk up to his body... still breathing.
I step back, and make my way to the cliff's face and right up to that perfect circle, inscribed upon the wall, and I can see.
From up close, I can see the deep pockmark, made by the Chidori,
and I see,
that the edges really are as jagged,
as me.
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I HAD another chapter in my other story written, but I left the notebook at school! IM A FOOL! haha... anyways,
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