Bloodied Orange.
Disclaimer : Not mine.
Summary: Power comes with a price. SasuNaru-esque friendship. Sasuke - centric.
Blood.
A lot of it.
There was all there was registering in his mind. That and the dulling blue eyes of life. The candle that had stayed close by one way or another throughout his whole life was going out before his eyes.
A child's scream put thunder to shame as lightning flashed and rain fell anti-climatically. The sound of death was everywhere. The crow squawked in the background. The dividing river's roaring grew from a background distraction to all that he could hear as his whirling mind caught up with the tempo of reality set by mighty nature herself.
The ironies in the parallels formed between now and the past long buried deep down in the depths of time surfaced once more. Was that really that long ago that he last stood here in the desperate attempt to come to terms with reality? The situation screamed with a stark contrast to anyone who had borne witness to both events. The one who had lain at the other's mercy before, now lay still.
Forever.
Trademark orange tendrils wound its way around said person desperately in a vain attempt to bring the dead back to the living. As blood pooled on the rock where he lay, it formed a miniature river of its own, flowing to join its mightier counterpart as the glowing ghastly orange faded from sight and he lay there still and unmoving.
'No.' The simple monosyllabic word held the unbelieving tremble of his mind. His unbelieving eyes shut in a vain attempt to block out the stimuli of the scene before him. His other senses, heightened to inhuman levels by virtue of the training he had pushed himself through to ensure survival now betrayed his mind – serving to only increase the effort put in by this mind to push him through the barrier to insanity. He tasted blood and guilt in his mouth and throat. His skin crawled and tingled alternatively with the waves of torture and of the struggle to survive colliding in the air.
The whirling darkness made way for a splitting migraine as he collapsed to his knees, the pain from scrapped knees unregistering as his tortured souls' voice was carried through the lands in a pure chilling cry composed of pain, hysteria and agony.
Fire burned from within his skull, licking away at his eyes, roasting them a new, cursed tone of red. Remnants of the gene he was once proud to carry at work.
Power had come to this lone, lost avenger at last.
But.
Power came with a price. And this one was too high a one to be worth paying for.
A/N: How was it? R&R please.
