I don't really like writing 'author's message' since I'm nothing but mere armature..
But I just thought that I would say sorry that I couldn't upload anything last week.
I was busy going to parties that I was supposed to go as an exchange student...
So I'm uploading two, this weekend!
I'm trying to write every weekend, so...
I hope you enjoy it, even though most of the stories will be tragedy:)
The sky was covered in grayish layer. Soon, it started to rain. It was very unusual to have this much rain poured in the Sand village, in the dessert. But rain kept on pouring sorely. It looked as if someone was weeping... It was sorrowful mourning.
In the middle of vast dessert, there was a small sand hill. There, someone stood still. His blond hair hung down on his face and shoulder, soaked in rain. His face was pale, for he was standing in the rain for long time. As he lifted his right hand slowly, drenched black clothing clung to him. He was visible even from far away, for his black and red robe stood out in the dessert, full of nothing but brown sand.
His hand gently touched cold gravestone in front of him. It was just plain stone, nothing written on it. As if the body that lies under it was supposed to be hidden from others, the stone was just white. Pale white, like huge lump of clay.
"Hmmm... After all that mess, you just end up here... in the middle of nowhere..."
The man slightly lifted his head, glancing at the gravestone. His trembling hand bracing the stone like searching for least hint of warmth. Though he himself knew that all was in vain now...
"That's the difference between your art and mine. I survived, even though I had to ask Kakuzu sew my arms back. But you..."
Blue eyes stayed blankly on the stone, as if it didn't know anything but the gravestone. Then, slowly, the man closed his eyes. His lips, turning blue, was shaking wearily. Realizing it, he bit his lips ever so bitterly. He tried to laugh, to ease the pain. But his unstable breathe turned into shaking, and to sob. Raindrops and tears ran down through his slender cheek, all turning into thin streams.
"You died... Damn it... Your stupid art couldn't save you!"
He fell on his knees, both hands resting on the sold gravestone that just stood still, without a single reply to his sorrow. Everything around him sunk in deep silence. He wished to hear the voice he miss so much. The way it nagged him, sometimes even lectured him... and the way how it dearly called out his name...
"You said you don't like to make someone wait for you... hmmm?"
His eyes showed its color again, soaked in deep despair. His lips, slightly bleeding from the bite, twitched a bit, and turned into sad smile. His voice, as soft as it can be, let out trembling whisper.
"But you're making me wait... wait for you to come back. ...Come back, to me..."
It was still raining, silently as it seeped through sand, giving it reddish color. There, the man leaned against the stone. His whisper disappearing into the silence.
"Sasori... I'm waiting..."