Hello! And I'm really sorry for not updating sooner but our computer monitor shut down on us and we had to get a new one. The monitor was around 5 years old so I wasn't surprised. Truthfully I was expecting it to happen. Anyway, I want to give a shout out to Sarin-sama for diligently reviewing every chapter. I really appreciate it. Thank You!
Title: A Fickle Thing
Prompt: Clarity
Word Count: 456 (I know I'm just that awesome!)
Warning: A bit depressing I think.
Summary: It doesn't matter though, because clarity has always been a fickle thing.
Many people have said that when you are starving your senses would be heightened, bringing the foodless world into alarming clarity. Sanji could vouch for that because the first few weeks of on that rocky island it was exactly like that.
Everything was in perfect clarity. The colors were brightened in a way that seemed surreal yet horrifying at the same time. He could smell the salt in the breeze coming from the sea and he could hear the sound of the many fish he couldn't eat splashing around. It seemed the only sense that wasn't heightened and, in fact, dulled was his sense of taste. The small rations of food from the dirty burlap sack had no taste at all.
After that, the clarity seemed to have escaped from him. Instead his world was erased and redrawn with a dull piece of charcoal. The once bright colors were so lost he sometimes wondered if they were there. He was continuously surrounded by a dream-like haze. It was like when you wake up and you can't tell if you're dreaming or not and then when you've fallen asleep you can't tell if your dream is still a dream.
Yet that was what it seemed like Sanji did, drifting into a nightmare only to wake up in an even more torturous one of waiting on death's doorstep. When he did seem to gain consciousness long enough he forced himself to drink from the small pool of rain water he found that his reflection in the water was blurry too. He could guess what he looked like though, completely emaciated, scraggly blonde hair, and his once clear blue eyes drawn with the same piece of charcoal as the rest of his world.
Even though it seemed both his clarity and sanity were slipping further from his grasp he managed to drag himself over the top of the island to see the old geezer. When he saw what he thought was a sack full of food his world snapped back into clarity by the crazed desperation of starvation.
Sanji's hands clenched the knife in an iron grip as adrenaline and blind rage gave him enough strength to stagger over to the huge sack and slit it open. When treasure, not food, spilled out of the bag he had rushed over to the geezer for an answer. When he saw the old geezer just as emaciated as he was and missing one leg, the rage and adrenaline left him leaving him with hopelessness and despair.
As the geezer talked Sanji felt his sanity return but the momentary clarity had left, replaced by the tears welling up in his eyes. It doesn't matter though, because clarity has always been a fickle thing.
Yeah give me a review. Plus I've been thinking so much about these stories I accidentally call my cat Sanji and she responded. -_-