Yeah she knows... Yeah she knows!
There's a lot of ugly things about this world...
These street lights,
They shine bright...
And the stars are always there
But we miss them in the dirt and clouds
We miss them in the storms
Remember hope
Remember hope
Hold onto hope
We have hope
Hold onto hope
It's alright...
It's alright...
I am so freaking sorry. Seriously. My heart is cracking because I had to end this so soon... but I just lost all motivation to continue this particular story. Kitsune may feature in one of my other fics, but probably not with Madara again. I moved on to new obsessions... XD. Cough, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy,
TO ALL MY LOYAL, LOVELY REVIEWERS BECAUSE THIS AUTHORESS IS FREAKING TIRED: I love all of your comments on my stories, and I may even do some that feature some of YOUR characters because I have PLENTY of free time now. I've been playing around with a few ideas, and I'm hoping to finish that co-write with ComplicatedDestruction... but right now it's not looking too sporty. But anyway. I want PMs, people! Because I love you all so, so much. :)
Again, I'm sorry my lovely little ficlet had to end at only nine chapters... but I guess it's for the best. I'm trying my damnedest to get out of nasty little piece of writer's block, so I may start up AMV making... which I've never done before in my life. Wish me luck!
My eyes opened bleakly. I couldn't feel anything abnormal- not yet, at least. I remember... being stabbed. I remember Daisuke, and Madara came to save me...
Akatori, what happened to Akatori?
A brief panic washed over my system. Not like I could do anything about it, of course. I was floating in the darkness, as I had before Madara changed me and made me more... passive aggressive about the things I went about during my days.
I used to be so cold, so far away. I wasn't all there.
You still aren't, sweetheart.
Thanks, brain. You're a real confidence booster.
Akatori. He looked so much like Gingitsune, it was hard not to love him right off the bat. He had her buck wild attitude as well, something only she inherited from our father. I inherited the cool, calculating, but completely temperamental genes from my mother.
I could still feel the blood flowing freely through my body, my heartbeat flutter in the deathly silence of oblivion. But that didn't matter any.
What good is a heartbeat if you have no one to share it with?
Madara. I always did love him... he's a fire, and I'm a moth. I get so close my wings become singed, useless objects, but again... what does it matter if I have no one to share my heart's flutter with?
Since when did I become so poetic?
I guess death does things to a person.
Sweetheart...
No! Stop... I just can't deal with any type of cynicism anymore. I'm tired of looking at the world through a grey persepective.
Your perspective is unique, stupid. Now listen to me.
No...
You need to wake up. You need to continue saving Madara from himself, remember? And Akatori. What would he think? What kind of an example would you be setting? You're teaching him to just lay down... and die.
My clan died. What? I haven't earned the peace death brings?
You're clan died fighting! Don't be disgraceful. My eyes snapped open, but there was still only darkness before me. The voice had turned into something else, not my mind's cynical, asexual voice. It was rough, dark, familiar.
Byakko!
Quit the pity party, missy. You can rise up out of this darkness. I know you.
He's right.
I began pushing my limbs, making my fingers twitch, anything to gain access back to the real world. I curled in my toes, making funny faces as I struggled. In my subconscious, I felt something grab my arm and give it a rough shake. I pushed towards the unknown force, trying to pry my eyes open wider, trying to see.
Voices began to bleed through to my being, where I was trapped in my own unconsciousness.
"Kitsune! Kitsune!"
I pushed harder.
With a gasp and a splutter, I broke through the surface of my own miniature coma. My eyes felt heavy and sticky, and my hair stuck to my skin. When I shifted, I felt the a pain in my stomach and the crusty, dried blood that was left on my clothes and on my bare skin.
I looked around, and saw with a small start of surprise, Akatori smiling widely at me. "You're safe! Senpai, you're safe!" He shrieked, grabbing my arms and tugging me to him brutally. I coughed as his rough jacked rubbed against my open wound, trying to cover up the sound of pain that was fighting through my lips.
I smiled, an empty feeling sucking up my momentary joy and weighing down on my heart when I saw that Madara was no longer there. "Akatori..." I paused.
"Yes, Senpai?" Senpai... I chuckled to myself. I wonder who he learned that from?
"Who... saved us?" I questioned, my eyes closing gently for a moment before fluttering open. I wanted to see the look on his face when he answered. Would there be recognition? Hate? Would he know he was the man who murdered our entire clan?
"He said his name was Tobi! Odd name, I know, but still! He swooped in and killed Daisuke! Then he healed you a little, just enough to stop the bleeding. I asked him how he knew we needed help, and he said he was an old friend of yours and you guys had... um... connection! That was it. Something about chakra bonds. He told me to give you this, Senpai!" He thrust a folded piece of paper into my hands, and beside it an old, nearly broken clay rose.
"Deidara gave me this..." I mumbled quietly. I remember that day vividly.
"Here, Kitsune!" Deidara shoved the clay rose into my hands. I smiled at him, but tried my best not to encourage him. I honestly didn't like him like that, and the fact that he was trying so hard was amusing and heartbreaking all at once.
Later, I snuck into my room with a little smile still plastered on my face. Whether or not it was because Deidara had been the one to give it to me didn't matter. It was the fact that I had a sane friend in the Akatsuki.
A blur flashed by, and the rose was ripped from my hands. I gasped, looking up at the dark shadow in the corner. A hand reached into the light, holding the little rose. The stem was broken off and one of the petals crushed.
I snarled at him. Madara smirked, his face half hidden by the darkness as he set the little thing down onto my dresser.
Then he just went away.
The petals were still slightly bent at an awkward angle, but they weren't horribly damaged. The stem was repaired and looked like new again.
I opened the note.
Kitsune...
I'm sorry.
I'll be keeping an eye on you through the chakra bonds I set over your heart when we first met, the one with my name inscribed. I'll be checking in.
-M
That evil bastard.
But even as I thought it, I smiled slightly.
"Let's go home, Akatori."
Le fin.
TEEEAAAAARRRRSSSSS!
Oh, by the way, I'll be changing my pen name guys. :3 don't miss out on it bruhhs!
