Summary: On a mission Itachi takes a moment to just think. Short little drabble that is ironically The most thoughtfull thing I've ever written -_-;
WARNINGS: Some thoughts that's about it :/
PAIRINGS: none.
I don't own NARUTO Masashi Kishimoto does. I do however own dis storeh ^3^
Author:
Hmm I've been wanting to try out writing Itachi's true self for a while, and since there won't be a parody this week I figured this would be the best thing to put in it's place ^_^. Plus I want to see if people like my more..Er-poetic side.
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Snowflakes
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A flurry of tiny crystals flutter down from the sky, I watch it.
It is snow. There is nothing but snow as far as the eye can see. It covers everything like a heavy blanket.
It haults the bustling villagers in their tracks causing them to curse it 'I HATE SNOW!'
This causes me to wonder..
Why do people hate it? This is a beautiful thing. Surely they know that when the snow falls it creates a vast wonderland of white, surely they know that when the moon hits the mountains of ice it makes a beautiful light show that would rival even the stariest of nights.
Surely people know that each and every little speckle is made up of two snow crystals, simple water molecules, that grow together, making every snowflake unique, just like all the people in the world.
The one's that see that when these tiny creations melt they will help give life to the next generation of flowers and trees that blossom in the spring. Filling the world with life.
It takes only a painful sigh to remove the vivid colours.
To take you back to the cold white winter.
The snowflakes have begun to fall again, like cherry blossoms filling the world with dazzling memories of what it once was and will be again.
My fading vision doesn't take away any of the unseen magic of this season.
A tiny cluster of frozen water settles onto my outstretched hand. I reached for warmth and was rewarded with an unfelt coldness.
Is this what it is like to be forgotten? Is this what it is like to be snow? It this what it is like to die?
"Itachi it's time to go Leader won't be happy if we're late," Kisame says his gaze filled with worry.
I nodded and rose from the place I had sat to rest, the tightly linked chains of the swing clank and creak at the sudden loss of weight.
My footsteps break the cold dead grass as I make my way past my much taller partner.
"Did you have fun Itachi?," he asks
"Hn." It was a simple answer but he knew what it meant.
"I see,"
"Dad look!," A black haired child cried his face upturned towards the cloudy sky in wonder at the tiny speckles delicatly fluttering down around him 'Brother it's snowing!'
People are always in a rush to get were they are headed most never take a moment to stop and just take in the beauty of the seasons.
Why can't we just enjoy what we're given instead of cursing about what we don't?
Enjoy the simpler things?
Like a child catching snowflakes on his tongue.
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Yeaaaaah short ._. but sometimes less is more, ya know?
Thankies for reading!
Ja~!