Pairing: NaruSasu
Pairing: NaruSasu, implied NaruNeji, and NaruGaa
Rating: M Surprisingly.
Note: When the world gets a little high, sanity is your only enemy.
Warning: Violence, character death, sex seen-ish thing, twisted notions of perspective, crack, unusual outlooks, italic abuse, and a healthy dose of Kyuubi for your trouble. Naruto/Kyuubi POV. This is a single person thinking.
WARNING!! IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE INSANITY, BOYxBOY LOVE, AND CHARACTER DEATH, THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR YOU. PLEASE BACK SPACE, AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. THANK YOU... CAPS ABUSE!!
"Stretch and Role"
Sunlight spatters dapple leaf shadows on a carpet of moss and weed and leaf. The tree is tall and old, its ancient arms reach, reach, reaching above us, leafy hair absorbing the sun like a sponge to water. Its roots are gnarled and twisted, covered in moss and little fungi, with splotches of red coagulating in streaks, long fingers reaching and curling into the ground. A body rests in its withered hands, nestled in a macabre cradle. Shifting sunlight shows an animal's corpse, shadows show a human girl, hair splayed across dirt sprinkled roots and surrounded by smudges of crimson life. Our eyes glance over, taking in the sight of fallen green eyed she thing – broken arms, pulverized vertebra from seven through eighteen, shattered knee cap, gash on inside of right leg and left arm, three inches deep, blood pools and gushes still, broken ribs from second down, punctured lung, torn esophagus, concussion – waiting. We are cunning, and she thing did not expect us, and she fought like a civilian girl. The sun is high in the sky now, and black-red silver haired thing will be at the place soon. Our plan is perfect, the execution – which one? Hahahaha…- flawless, and now we wait.
The body is broken because of us, but not entirely decimated, or gone. Predator will wait, crouched in the bushes yards from the green eyed she creature, the branches and leaves brushing and scraping our exposed skin, our claws dig into moist earth, tearing gashes in its flesh. We wait for the raven-haired creature, for we know that red-black silver-haired creature will send him for green-eyed she-creature. And then we will strike.
We watch, all our senses on alert, pin prick and strained like an over used limb, watching as black feather creatures pick at the green eyed creatures corpse. It must look real, authentic, natural, but there must be enough there to identify, or else raven-haired creature will not stay long, and we may, may, may loose our chance. Fight or flight, fight or flight, he will ask himself, when we attack, and he will chose fight, because he is raven feather creature, and we have been watching him for a long time, yes we have. Yes, we have. We chased away the black feather creatures, they where getting over zealous in their picking of the green eyed creature, and the needed to leave, leave, leave! She had to be recognizable, stupid, stupid birds.
Predator chased away a dark fur creature, too, which snapped and whined and growled. He bit at us, but went away. And we had to chase away a rust fur she creature, who we so wanted to have some of the green eyed creature, but we couldn't allow that, and we chased her away too. Our toes and claws began to itch, and where was that raven-haired creature? Wasn't he going to come look for the green eyed she creature? We thought that the red-black silver haired creature was dedicated to this team! Where was he? Raven-haired creature is stubborn though. Are they still waiting for us? Ha… well, green-eyed creature won't be coming to battle practice anymore. No, no, no. No more squeely pink haired she thing, no more hitting, no more doting on raven-haired creature. Raven-haired creature is ours. OURS! It's just too bad that green eyed she creature learned this too late. Too late, too late. We do not feel sorry for green-eyed thing, now do we?
The sun is getting low in the sky again, and raven-haired creature is still not here. Is he lost? We doubt. Is he just to stubborn to look? No, no. Two teammates missing is bad, bad, bad for raven-haired creature. Who will he fight with? Who will he spar with, if not red-black silver haired thing? Raven-haired creature will not loose his rival, no, no. Too stubborn for that. But then, where is he? We rest our knees into the dirt and retract our claws, waiting.
What is it about raven-haired creature that attracts us so? Is it the way he squirms under us, the way he breaths around us, the way he fights and yet needs it so? We have tried to stay with others, with the pale-eyed dark haired creature, and with the light-eyed red creature, but it is not the same, never the same, and we keep coming back. Why? Is it your hair, or your eyes, or your mouth, sneer and smile so, or your hands, or your body, that drags us back. Who is really the dominant in this situation? Predator, or you, raven haired creature? You are our addiction, with your flawless china skin and depthless eyes and soft blue-black hair. You are our sanity, our candle in this dark, dank, depressing world. You are the light in my cage…
… and you have yet to come for us. We are growing aggravated, we are, we are. Do not leave us waiting, raven-haired creature, or you will regret it, like the green eyed one regrets forever tormenting us. She regrets like you regret your family, silly raven, and she regrets and regrets alone, like we have lived alone, and now she might understand our plights, our need for familial ties. You and we are one and the same, raven-haired child, and we want you…
… like an oxygen starved plant. Predator will wait for all eternity for you, but we know you will come, and when you do, you will never truly leave us. You will always, always, always come back, because we have trapped you, yes indeed, trapped like a rabbit. A pretty black bunny to be fried over the spit and chewed and relished and never forgotten, because you taste so good, and Predator will always remember, always.
There! That is it! The stirring in the bushes to our left. We sniff the air, we smell you, little raven-haired creature, and we can hear you calling for us. "Green eyed creature", you hands are cupped around your mouth, and you are calling for us, "Predator." You are nearing the macabre tree bed, where she lies, where Predator put her, and where Predator waits. We will get you, pretty raven-haired creature. You are getting closer, loud in our ears, brushing through bushes and getting closer and closer still. Predator will eat you up. Yes we will. You are so close to her now, just a few more feet, a few more… yes!
You do not see us leap out of the bushes, but when we collide you are ready to fight, we roll and tumble, crashing through mud and bushes, and we direct you away from green eyed creature, and roll you deeper into the forest. The trees grow thicker, and we stop against a trunk, bark scrapes our back, and we are tangled in roots.
You are fighting again, silly raven, fighting even though you want - need - us, like we need you. We will have you, we will take you, we will eat you, and you will love us for it forever and ever and ever. Silly raven. You scratch and claw at us, your metal claws lost in our tumble, and you hiss and spit and snarl, and we just croon to you, calm down little raven haired creature. You are safe, safe with us. But who will protect you from Predator, we wonder. Who?
The next moments are a blur, even to us. One moment you are covered in that silly over skin, the next you are on you hands and knees, snarling at us, and we croon back to you, and then its all a jumble of bodies, and sweat and flipped position, and rolling, and movement, your smell permeates the air, covers our skin, and we wonder if you recognize the smell on you as Predator. Does it cloud your senses as you scream under us? Does it make you shiver and need us? We can't say, because Predator is not silly raven drug. We are moving, sweat covered bodies, and that is all we know, until we reach out and grab the peak, and you scream out our name and we growl and snap. It's over again. It's over, for just this moment, it is over.
The dapple light of the moon shows leaf and grass covered earth, the shadows show two blood, mud, and dirt covered bodies, nestled in a macabre nest of tree roots and torn up grass. In the morning we know you will leave, but for now, for now you lay curled against us, skin to skin, and we listen to you breath. Some times we watch you in your little wooden den, and we know that it is only after these nights, when we wrestle in the leaves and dirt and grass, that you sleep peacefully. We listen to your breathing, while moving the long bangs from your face. We shift slightly, rolling you – we do that a lot, don't we? – so that your head rests on our shoulder, and we wrap one arm around you, while curling in, protecting.
In the morning we are alone. Those silly over skin shorts of yours are gone, but your shirt remains, hidden from view in a nook of the root bed. We look around the small clearing, at the ripped up weeds and ruts in the earths skin, and we know, as we inhale your scent from the air where you lay last night, that you will be back. You always come back...
Well, that's different. If you have trouble understanding it, know you're not alone. It confuses even me XD Just so you know: Sakura DID die. She is the 'green eyed she thing', in the first trees roots, that the crows pick on. Yeah, I know, evil, evil me. R&R? Healthy criticism welcome, flamers are eaten, because if you didn't read the RATHER LOUD bolded italic warning up at the top, you just aren't worth my time.
