I Do Not Own Naruto
Uchiha
It was a silent love, if it was there at all. It was a confounding sort too. The kind of love that seers the soul with passion, brands the heart till death, and the sort that is missed because of a crossroads.
It was by accident that they even met, and she knew that, as life stared at death.
The wind danced through her pink hair, the sun warmed her pale skin, the grass tickled her bare feet, and her green eyes stared into the shadows where he was.
He sat in the shadows, his hair black as midnight, his skin glowed in the shadows of the dead tree he was perched in, and those glowing red eyes were trapped on a light figure.
Now, life and death never met, never interacted, they slipped by one another, he stood at on one bank of the river of life, and she stood on the other; and neither had noticed one another until now as she stood there staring at him.
He was rather beautiful, at least she thought so as they stared at one another.
"Hello," she smiled.
He said nothing, he just vanished then and she stared at where he had been. Walking over to the dead mangled tree she inspected the shadows for clues as to where he had gone and then shrugged as she leapt off in light.
She was life, and there was work to be done, joy to be brought, and laughter to be sung.
Still, she found herself returning to the tree and again inspecting it.
There was nothing there, she knew this, but it didn't stop her from returning to this area weekly, searching for clues as to the mystery of death she had seen. He was rather beautiful, and she wanted to know him.
It was a killing love, the kind men fought and died for, the kind people let go because it meant so much to them that breaking their hearts was safer than loving the other.
It was the love he had seen lead people to him a thousand times, and he felt it.
The image of that pink nymph was burned into his mind, he could remember the light she had shown and the curiosity in those green eyes as she stood in the sun.
He had always remembered the cold, the darkness, the lifeless, and then there she was, standing there staring at him and he hadn't dared to look away from her.
Everything in him had screamed that this was not to happen, that this would lead to his down fall and that he had to leave. But he couldn't, neither of them had moved and he had drunk in her appearance for it was the first thing he had seen in this lifetime which wasn't pain or misery.
She was so breathtaking and untouchable that he had wanted to touch her.
"Hello," she had smiled at him.
And he had been summoned back to his work then before he could kill her with a touch. He was death, he was pain, he was suffering, and cruelty. He killed with merely a touch, and nothing survived in his presence. It was his purpose.
He was death, and he was good at his job.
Still, it did not stop himself from returning to where he had seen her.
There was never anyone there, but he didn't rightly expect her to ever be there. Still he sat there waiting, hoping to catch a glimpse of her pink form, and to unravel the mysteries of the bewitchment she had cast upon him.
"I know you're here," she said, her voice echoing through the forest. He materialized in the shadows, she watched helplessly as the trees, grass, and life died around him. It did not stop her from smiling at him or wanting to reach out and take the loneliness from him.
"You are a foolish being for coming after me willingly," he said coldly. His red eyes had her captured as she stared them.
"Perhaps," she agreed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see you," she admitted and again the red eyes stared at her as they both stood there in silence. Life flourishing around her as he killed everything near him.
"And why would you crave something so foolish?" he asked.
"I don't know," she admitted with a chuckle. She saw his smirk and found him to be rather handsome.
"You should return to your life," he said.
"I am life," she countered.
"All the more reason to leave me behind," he said.
"You're death," she mused.
"An astute observation," he countered dryly.
"Do you not ever get lonely?" she asked him and he stiffened.
"I do not see what that has to do with anything."
"I'm always lonely, I've never met another like me," she said.
"I had a brother," he said.
"You did?"
"He's gone though," he said softly.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Death is a cycle, and a purpose, nothing more," he countered.
"Do you never want to live?" she whispered.
"I have never lived," he admitted.
"Want to hear a secret? Neither have I," she giggled. He chuckled as well and they stood there in silence.
"I want to see you again," she said.
"That is an unwise decision," he murmured.
"Perhaps, can I see you tomorrow, here?"
"If that is what you desire."
"You are late," he said as he sat in his dead tree. They had been on this arrangement of meeting up for seasons. And as the pinkette giggled and skidded to a halt before him he could not stay cross with her. She was here, she took the loneliness away, and that was why he met up with life.
"You are a very impatient soul, and it is spring, the time of life," the girl mused as she gave a flare of her powers and he watched the greenery around her flourish.
"Green," he observed.
"But of course," she mused.
"Still wish to see me?" he said as he saw her powers wither as he stepped off his perch, and saw the sadness in those green eyes of hers'. The life she created died when he stepped onto the ground.
"Yes, you are my only friend, and I can just regrow it," she smiled.
"Still, my presence hurts you," he said softly as he watched the sadness in her eyes at the death around him.
"No, it doesn't, I happen to love you even if you're gloomy all the time," she stated.
He stiffened at the declaration of love.
"You should not say foolish things," he said as they walked a respectful distance apart.
"It isn't foolish," she countered.
"Life does not love Death anymore than Death can love Life," he stated.
"Well, I love you, and you'll learn to live with it," she dismissed.
He sighed.
"Annoying," he grumbled.
"I try," she mused and he watched her.
"What is it like?" he asked.
"What is what like?"
"To be alive," he clarified.
"I don't know, what is it like to be dead?"
"Empty," he murmured.
"Full," she whispered.
"I wish…" she whispered.
"Don't," he said firmly.
There was a fleeting moment of insanity for her as she walked the fields of the fall harvest and over looked the lives coming to a hibernation. It wasn't death, it wasn't life though, and she found herself yearning. Yearning for more than her conversations with him, and that distance between them.
They had never dared to near one another, they did not know what would happen if they touched, and she yearned to touch him. To hold him, to kiss him, to be near him without wondering what it was like. She was so very lonely watching the lives she created and watched over, she watched as a young blonde man with whisker scars on his cheeks steal a kiss from a girl with midnight hair and alabaster skin and couldn't help but wonder.
Would a kiss from Death be sweet? Would her red eyed friend taste cold, and like the darkness he was? Would he kiss her back?
These were all things she wondered as she watched the young couple with envy, her pink hair danced on the fall air when she felt him materialize behind her.
Hiding her yearning she turn to him with a smile and saw his red eyes on the very couple she had been watching. There was a look of wistfulness in his red eyes and she wondered if he wanted her as she wanted him. Probably not, but she wished he did.
"Hello," she smiled.
"You are late," he said.
"I am preparing for hibernation," she countered as they walked together, a respectful distance apart as she watched the fall start withering and dying.
"You are always such a strange one," he sighed.
"I have a life," she chuckled and saw his lip quirk from indifference. "Get it!?"
"Shut up."
There was a whisper of desire in him which roared in him like a raging flame at times when he would look upon the pinkette. He had felt it for a while, but never this consuming. It would come blazing in to burn his soul as he would watch her at odd times.
It was the odd moments when he was watching life when he would feel this fire in him, this desire. And he had never really bothered to identify it until he saw the wistful way she watched the young blonde idiot kiss that ravened haired woman and then it was obvious what he wanted from life. Death wanted life as his, he wanted to have that with her. But he knew it could never be, he'd destroy whatever was in there that made her alive. Still, it didn't stop the fire.
Would her eyes be scorching? Would she taste sweet or spicy? Would she blush under his gaze? Would she be warm to the touch? Would she kiss him back?
He wondered about it constantly since seeing the young couple and he wanted to touch her, but he never dared to. She was life, he was death, and to think differently was foolish.
Hiding his lust for her he would still materialize around her and save being near someone who did not fear him. Never had her green eyes shown anything other than care and affection, and he wanted more of it. No one liked death.
"You're early," she gasped one day.
"You are late," he countered.
"I am not, it's dead of winter, I don't have much work to do!" she countered. He smirked a bit as he watched her.
"Ah, but I have much work," he mused.
"That's aweful," she sighed.
"That is life."
"I suck then," she sighed.
He resisted laughing at other ways to interoperate that.
It was a beautiful day when the impulse over took her. she had rushed through the woods for him in her excitement, and he was sleeping under that dead tree of his. The impulse had struck her hard, it had struck her fast, and she didn't think anything about it as she bounded past their boundaries and landed beside him. she never felt his powers stealing her as she leant over and pressed her lips to his.
She was so happy, and red eyes flew open.
Soft lips molded to his and he could taste her as he stared at her. Hesitantly he moved his clawed hand into her hair, and moved his mouth. The kiss electrocuted him, it brought life into him and it burned so much.
He felt his existence flicker, but it didn't matter as the girl in his arms molded to him.
He could feel them fading, but it didn't matter as he kissed her slow and savored it. Pulling away he saw her wavering.
"Foolish," he whispered hoarsly.
"Perhaps, but I love you," she murmured and he laid down feeling exhausted as he held her close.
"I love you too," he mumbled as he flickered.
He felt their forces give out then.
The energy buzzed around her as she opened her blue eyes and looked around.
I'm life, was the only thought in her head and she felt the power surge through her.
The power surged around him as he slowly opened inky black eyes and stared at the darkness.
I'm death, was the only thought in his mind and he felt the energy coursing through his veins.
That dead tree where life and death would meet bloomed sakura blossoms that year as it's trunk was black as midnight and dead as a skeleton. But it bloomed with pride and life that year.
This is as close to a Halloween Piece as I am liable to get; I really do not like Halloween. However, this is a notice that this is the last story here in Uchiha for a while.
However, I recommend you come back around Christmas...
Santa might leave something here...
That's all for now folks!
Enjoy Uchiha! =)