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By: Chocolate Carnival
2020
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Canon Setting, Romance, Clan culture,
Post War, Oneshots, SasuHina Month 2021,
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Hello My Honeys! This update is the last I'm able to put up before I'm back at Uni next week for the rest of my semester. So, I do apologize that there may be more time between updates again. I'll try my best to keep them coming as soon as I finish them.
Just a little note, this one is a heavy, dark, tragedy fic. Containing elements that'll make some people very uncomfortable as it deals with Character death, incest and a Godlike! AU. I'll be marking it M just on those principles.
I had to do something a little different this time so I hope my Honeys won't hold it against me. Please keep the tissues handy, I was bawling whilst writing this.
Day 11:
Prompt: Lord Uchiha / The Forest of Death
Rating: M
柳錆: Willow Rust
「8月11日」
It is only fair that Susanoo's core crumbled, the avatar's thunder-edged arrow cleaving the side of a mountain in twain as the misty morning void tremored with frenetic energy. Sunlight and rain glinted off the Uchiha Demon's personal chokutō like arctic spinel and ice, the bloodied hamon crossed with the blade of a white naginata refracting the lavender light of two sixty-meter komainu dancing in battle at the behest of their Lunar Mistress.
The Heir of the Hyūga had always been the only one to stand toe to toe with the Uchiha Lord in twisted matrimony, the sacrificial era of battlefields and blood they were born into phosphorescing the dark red of an Eternal Mangekyō and otherworldly Rinnegan as an answering Tenseigan collided with the Uchiha's terrifying gaze without fear.
She made a hauntingly exotic sight in the midst of battle, a spine-tremoring dōjutsu following the glacial path of wisteria and gold tassels dancing on the wind as Lady Hinata balanced herself on the wedged-front of her black okobo geta and spun around his arcing blade with the help of a holy glaive.
She was Takamagahara's untainted Maiden of War, the Demon Avenger meeting her in the centre of the Forest of Death as the chime of delicate bells resounded with her weapon's every graceful move. Sasuke couldn't help the bitter lilt of his laughter, Sharingan-Rinnegan eyes as captivating as the crescent blade plunging forward to pierce the turquoise and violet strings of his ōyoroi armour.
Famed as the chosen warrior of Susanoo for centuries, the Avenger allowed his emotions to rage from within as the sickening taste of blood and bile rose in the back of his throat. The bewailing cry of their sorrow'd steel sparked flares of marigold petals on the wind, its metallic hiss illuminating the verdant sky for several seconds as his unholy summon took a step back and cracked the earth beneath his feet.
Like its master, the winged god fell to one knee in beleaguered supplication as twin komainu growled in triumphant rage. Sasuke barely noticed, the serrated edge of madness carving the flash of a profane, bloodstained, grin on his lips as he curved black gloved fingertips around a blade of crescent white sunk violently inside his torso.
The multihued light of Saturn's destroyed dust rings hung mournfully in the sky, the sight of their battle many lifetimes before bearing testimony to the ruined aurora planet suspended like a second moon in the earth's gravitational pull as blackened-Byzantium chakra clashed painfully with lunar-white. Sasuke still bore the scars from that era, he mused. The achingly empty space below his left elbow a suitable retaliation for his opponent's untouched womb he destroyed in a fit of jealous rage.
How twisted their love, he thought mournfully. How cursed, how lamentable their continued samsara fate. It was her turn to walk the path of madness this millennium, he noted. The despaired wail of her sorrow shattering the multihued clouds in the sky, blowing apart the heavens in a flash of consuming chakra as pearlescent tears carved deep tracks onto hauntingly pale cheeks.
The choked sobs of his name mattered little in the grand scheme of things, her untainted innocence and unconditional love still a perfect reflection of his beloved's soul as she stumbled forward and dropped her naginata from bloodied fingertips.
No matter how many times the gods enforced this continued clash of fate between them, she was still as beautiful as the moment they first laid eyes on each other on opposite sides of the battlefield. Him, the second son of Uchiha Madara and the Lady of Yomi and she…the first daughter of Tsukuyomi and the Rabbit Goddess.
They had always been destined to be locked in battle as long as human discontent plagued the earth, the answering yang to his consuming yin as she became the balancer of love and acceptance his demonic inheritance was cursed to forever mire in darkness.
Shivering in howling agony when she knelt on the blood-stained earth before him, Sasuke offered a single, brittle, smile that things had come to this once again as her power flowed like ice through the fire-scorch ire of his blood. Their power would never be compatible, celestially designed to shatter and rebuild each other's souls in a strange duality only they would understand.
"Live...f-for me…" He ordered quietly, vibrant heterochromic irises dulling at the inevitable approach of momentary death as quivering fingertips rose to cup his cheeks in bitter regret. Her touch was as gentle as always, sweeping like moonlit water and lilies through his fading awareness as she carefully rearranged the falling curtain of raven bangs over his left eye like he always preferred.
What use was it exposing his curse upon the world? It was losing the spiralling six tomoe settled on its concentric circles, his Eternal Mangekyō eye draining to an effervescent black as her carmine-painted lips rested possessively on his forehead in a quivering kiss.
"N-no." She whispered, haunting tears transversing pale cheeks to kiss his skin as a two-meter midnight curtain of stratos locks enveloped them in a world of their own creation. Tracing the line of age drawn in the corner of her beloved's eyes with the pad of her thumb, both of them could do nothing but be grateful for the nine happy centuries they managed to spend together this time.
Like Hinata, his appearance stopped aging at thirty on the night they awakened the memories of their past lives. Her Lord Uchiha was just as handsome and mired in darkness as he was in their first life, constantly in flux between madness and regret as he blamed himself for the eternal loss of her ability to bear his children and she, resenting the times he chose to bear the burden of madness by himself just to spare her the chaotic insanity of living a thousand years without him.
The continued punishment of the gods for their forbidden love was as twisted and excruciating as always, destined to make its mark on the next turn of the moon as she dug black painted fingernails into the wisteria-blue of his ōyoroi armour. She bowed over her husband in loving supplication, her white kimono and lavender obi a mess of ripped silk and blood as carnelian lips moved to mould tenderly with his own.
"I-I refuse." She iterated softly, sharing with the Uchiha a live-giving breath of moonlit chakra and ice. She was digging their curse from his left eye without pain or regret, her power flowing tenderly through his veins as the beautiful starlight galaxy of her hair bled an unforgiving arctic white and the rays of the moon shone from her skin in cosmic rays.
There was no escaping the magnitude of her sin, there was only atonement and regret.
"S-Sasuke." She cried, silver tears slipping from arctic lashes as time and space yielded to her touch. She was transcending, bending the cosmos to her will as the universe groaned and ached at her tampering.
"H-Hinata," Sasuke coughed, soul quivering at the burden she just took upon herself as her sanguine sacrifice trickled from the centre of her forehead and wept with the awakening of a violet Rinne-Sharingan peeling open in the centre of her forehead.
"I'm sorry, m-my love. I'm sorry. I-I just c-can't…not without you." She sobbed, moonlit ametrine irises overflowing with agony and regret as he chuckled brokenly at her inevitable reply. It was devastating, he mourned. Another lifetime destined to end the same way. Neither of them had the power to live without the other, her shaky fingertips reaching for his only hand in benumbed resolve as the curse of their twisted mother flowed like brackish water between them.
The darkness of the Rabbit Goddess, the two faceted deity that ruled the gods beside both the Moon God and the Uchiha Clan was a curse upon their shared blood. Yet, their love never wavered…never bowed and supplicated itself to the whims of fate.
They defied their fate over and over again, rewriting the universe as the Uchiha and Hyūga clans rose to power intermittently during their many lifetimes. There was no stopping what was coming, there was only acceptance and abiding…living a few years in bliss at the next revolution of fate before the cycle started again.
"Ah." He breathed, too fatigued to formulate a proper answer as his vision blurred. His darling wife, he mused, had perfect aim. She'd nicked his heart on first try regardless of his demonic armour, only the draining of his last chakra keeping him in her arms for a few seconds longer as her grip on time slipped.
I love you, I love you, I love you. She branded silently to his lips with the brush of a butterfly's wings, her every panicked gasp wrenching another lance of pain through his heart as he blinked the agonized burn of emotion searing a film of regret over his once accursed eyes. He couldn't do this, not again. It was—.
Don't leave me…please!
Shaking his head softly in denial, both of them knew it was a plea that could not appease.
It was far too late.
Sasuke's very soul twisted in despair as he made a silent promise for next time. He would not allow her to bare this burden again because of his mistake, the ungodly sound of her crying summons' just as devastating and encompassing as hers. Her beloved Ah and Um howled with just as much agony and confusion as Hinata did on the inside, their mournful wails searing through the Forest of Death and its towering hundred-meter tress in arctic blasts and dancing ice.
It imploded the world with ringing clarity.
Susanoo, too, crumbled into large flaring wisps of chakra and fragmented bone; its armour a mirror to its Master's, disintegrating in blackened fire and stalactite rime.
Only they had the freedom to announce their sorrow to the world so openly, to shatter the elements at their Mistress's behest as his Beloved's quiet sobs and internalized agony dragged forever at his heart like shackles of iron and regret. His Hime would never allow herself to express her pain as the world demanded, so much so that it broke the Uchiha Lord everytime he saw the silence of her universe-breaking agony borne in silent gasps and pearlescent tears.
"H-Hinata," He tried again, truly summoning the last reserves of his strength so he could cup the softness of her cheek. Her nobly shortened lavender brows furrowed at his touch, her silent lament soaking the bloodied chakra fabric of his glove as he wiped a pearlescent tear from the corner of a white lunar-lotus inscribed Byakugan.
He was desperate not to stare at the burden he seared onto her forehead, the Rinne-Sharingan weeping bloodied-silver rivulets down luminescent skin as his lips parted with one last tender smile. The raw love, forgiveness, promise and eternal gratitude that flowed from him to her was earth shattering, searing the broken sight of his expression behind Hinata's eyelids for eternity as she pressed one last kiss to the silenced breaths no longer spilling from Sasuke's lips.
"I love you." She vowed perpetually.
Everything her Beloved Lord Uchiha wanted to say with his last breath was clearer than day, even if she could never accept the benevolent forgiveness and gratitude birthing stars in the blackened cosmos of diluted onyx eyes.
The Lunar Deity was benumbed and empty without him alive by her side, her brother…the soul of her soul, the madness of her madness had taken with him the last of her benevolent kindness and will. There was no space in her heart for anything but him, nothing but the agony of his death at her hands and the clawing need for revenge scraping at her hollow insides more painfully that the sword she'd eventually impale herself on just to stay beside him.
The world would burn beneath her feet for its trespass, the fates gnarled and twisted by her hands as she unleashed her chakra on the sky and tore through a thousand doorways, dimensions and budding universes born of their love in starlight and flame a million years ago.
The spun silk of her hair cascaded like a glacier of white behind her, trailing kimono sleeves sweeping across the earthen ground as her tiny frame hoisted her husband's towering frame in her arms. Gathered like a broken marionette against her chest, the press of his cold temple against her shoulder and his bloodied armour smearing the windflower white blossoms of her kimono a haunting red as the impossible burden of darkness and death settled around them like ice.
Yet, black okobo geta never once faltered.
The Lady Hinata was leaning down to press her lips to the top of his messy black hair in loving supplication one more time, inhaling one last prayer of his scent into her memory as she offered her soul to their mother to bless their next lifetime with millennia more of happiness and love.
It was strange how light he was when the sky folded in on itself around her, the river of ice in her blood amix with fragrant ichor-starlight and blackened moonbeams. The universe was snapping and clawing at her skin like a baying wolf, sure footsteps silently transversing the ice realm carved around her temple as she laid her Beloved on the alter beneath her Lunar throne.
Ah and Um followed silently behind her, their towering bodies not even close to reaching the cosmic ceiling as large noses and moonlight manes nuzzled her back with supportive patience. They sat patiently beside the pillars of their contract, sorrowed eyes and squashed faces as stoic and unmovable as the moonstone her temple was carved from.
There was no going back now, a bitter smile parsing carnelian red lips as the Lunar Deity reached for the wakizashi still sheathed in Sasuke's crimson obi. The ringing cry of black steel as she pulled the blade free was deafening, wielded nothing but sorrow as the moonlight glinted brightly off of its razor-sharp tip.
"Sleep well, my love." She whispered brokenly.
Wait for me.
Please, please don't kill me for this one...I had to write one tragedy at least where there is no immediate happy ending. I'm sorry. I do hope it was enjoyable however, for those who were brave enough to stick to it to the end.
Thank you so much for reading, it means the world to me.
Chocolate Carnival