Pairing: None
Rating: T tastic ness
Note: I don't own Watership Down, or Naruto. I do own a collection of string. And angst. Lots of angst.
All the World
All the world will be your enemy,
Prince of a Thousand enemies.
And when they catch you,
They will kill you.
*~*
-- All the world will be your enemy --
There is sunlight, and there are clouds. There is life, there are children running.
It's morning like mourning, and morning like night, and he feels and knows and wants because its morning and night, dusk and dawn and twilight in monotone monochromatic.
It's mourning like night, and mourning like morning like May, and the flower petals from the vase on the windowsill make a rustic red and withered maroon skirt around clear glass distortion.
-- Prince of a Thousand enemies --
He is cold and tired and grey, and he knows like she knows like they know that
(this is the end)
(the end is near)
(the end is here)
(I l—e you)
they won't make it out alive. This is
(what the valley never brought)
(what cannot be undone)
(what you want)
(I –o-- you)
all that's left of a fractured boy – a fractured man – and a girl never grown – and who grew too quickly – and a man who was once a boy who saved a boy who has no regrets about giving in who loves like love can't love the loveless. Because they are
(He is almost)
(She is never)
(He is always)
(I l-v- you)
alone.
-- And when they catch you --
He is dull, once bright, once life, once love, and knows like she knows like he knows that this is
(the final battle)
(the final call)
(the final defeat)
(My –o-e to you)
all they have left. He is the last to remember, the last to survive, and the first to fall prey to
(hate)
(fear)
(the demons inside)
(l---)
the battle lust. He is all that's left in the end, of the boy too long forgotten to remember - who you are – what – that goal was – that – dream to dream of dreams undreamt by dreamers dreaming dreams of dreams – power was. He is, he knows,
(the last to fall)
(the first to rise)
(the child of dreams undreamt)
(no one)
the last.
-- They will kill you --
Um. Yes. No. Applesauce?
I blame Pickled Death's "Places In Heaven", which I demand you go read. DEMANDATION!