The Mighty Fall
a/n: okay. alright. look. i truly thought that "All I see is...you." would be the only series i ever ever ever write for Naruto. but plans change okay?!
okay, alright, look. i saw this fic in a dream.
yep. and since then i keep dreaming about it. so.
i only have a vague idea of where i want this to go plot-wise, but the possibilities are endless—and i'm excited to finally write my own deserted island fic when i'm such a fun of this trope! and fusing that with the unique dynamic of Naruto and Sasuke's relationship...ugh, this is gonna be something alright, i don't know if it will be any good, but something's coming out of this.
your expectations = decimate them.
do not expect anything out of this fic because i cannot carry your disappointment on my puny shoulders too, i mean it's hard enough to carry my own as it is?
title comes from = The Mighty Fall-Fall Out Boy
there's gonna be a bunch of fall out boy lyrics in here, i can tell you that much
also thank you Cody Ko for the "blue ass water" it will forever be ingrained in my brain :)
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Full Summary:
Naruto, Sasuke and the survival of a paradisiacal, murderous island—if they don't end up murdering each other first, that is.
'But the mightier the god, the harder the fall.'
(Oh, how the mighty will fall...in love.)
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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
This fic will eventually contain:
Graphic Descriptions:
Violence, Mental Health Issues, Death, Elements of Horror
you've been warned, read at your own caution
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Chapter I: "Di-di-did you trip down 12 steps into Malibu?"
The optimist lives on the peninsula of infinite possibilities;
—William Arthur Ward
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Naruto comes to an eyeful of sunburst warming his cheek, the low hum of a torpid languor beating into his bones, and a slurred plea of five more minutes on the tip of his benumbed tongue.
He scraps at vestiges of a weighted slumber through the thicket of lassitude and watering, unadjusted eyes, as if he's lived inside a darkened room for an undisturbed month, and the vista swims into a wavering focus.
...Huh.
He is...not sleeping on his bed. In fact the texture beneath him, whilst smooth, doesn't belong to a mattress, or any other type of bedding for that matter. This is not his room.
Did he fall asleep on the floor of his bathroom again? But he doesn't remember having any breakdown this week.
Then again, he can never recall the bulk of his panic attacks and spasmodic blackouts.
A brackish aroma suddenly hits his nostrils, a pleasant if anaesthetized tickle he feels dripping to the back of his mouth.
Back up.
This isn't his bathroom at all. Most certainly not any room belonging to his shitty apartment.
Naruto's eyes spring wide open.
He struggles through the subsequent, splotched dazzle at first.
There's no Sakura or Kiba nearby (which actually really sucks). No hidden leaf village in sight (which sucks a great deal less, but he's not going there right now).
What permeates his field of vision, instead, is swathes of sand glittering in the gentlest golden hue.
Grumpily more than anything, Naruto resolves to put an end to the impromptu sunbathe session. Fitting his forearms underneath his ribcage to support his weight, he pushes up.
Ugh. This is so not how he planned to spend his Sunday.
The last thing he remembers is—
Naruto abruptly halts.
Ah, shit.
The sharp needle of cognizance cuts through the sensory fog. Burning down his nape, the buzz of his senses shrinks and heightens, and Naruto goes very, very still.
Despite the surprising set of circumstances, he can't help the thin smirk from adorning his face.
He briefly wonders just who he managed to piss off to end up here.
A gusting breeze cools his skin and he dips his chin. Silken sand billows softly around the shape of his buried fingers, the pale gaps between his knuckles. With deliberate inconspicuousness, he reins in the acid leaking from Kurama's intangible chakra bubbling undersurface, siphoning off ringlets of a rooted anger.
Brushing off the evidence of his involuntary siesta off his clothes, Naruto sluggishly pulls himself to his feet as if nothing happened, features swiftly melting back into a blank, cautious dumbfoundedness.
A cursory once-over tells him he hasn't sustained any physical damage.
Naruto scoffs quietly to himself at this. Tch. Whatever.
Shedding the last dregs of fatigue, he throws a curious look around, taking in the fleshed out panorama, and wears his best rendition of "Oh crap I just woke up alone stranded in a deserted island!" expression for all to see.
"Well." Throat thick with thirst, his voice pans out rugged, husky from disuse. "Shit."
The sun is moored into a blinding, arctic shade of blue sky, the reach of its brilliant rays feeds an invigorating heat he saturates his lungs with, deep pulls of fresh, unpolluted air.
So. That's nice.
A majestic ocean greets him in full splendor, an expanse of sparkling cyan water stretching as far as the eye can see.
So. There's the blue ass water.
A hell of a lot of it, too. On any other occasion he would have soaked in the spectacle of the gorgeous seascape for hours on end. As it is though, Naruto can't find it in himself to truly appreciate the sight at the moment.
First things first: How did he get here again?
He nonchalantly wonders if the aimless wander along the flawless shoreline might provide an answer to that.
Mystified and mostly serene, arms idly crossed over his chest, he tips his head up, view shifting from the uneven prints his feet leave behind to what lies ahead.
If Naruto wasn't Naruto, he would have turned tail and fled the other way stat, probably thrown himself into the ocean while he was at it. This being him of all people, he only manages a half aborted step backward.
...Oh God. Oh God.
Here's the fucking catch!
No no no no no.
Not the waking up disoriented and alone, not the being stranded, not the unknown location, not the rationalizing the situation, not his senses spasming aflare—none of these segments set him off.
But this.
This is what starts the crackling low fizz of a spume panic, what drives the razor edge to creep inward.
Full disclosure, this was not in the shinobi guidebook on how to survive the savage/mysterious/possibly murderous/deserted island exploit.
Except that the guidebook is actually nonexistent and he will have to rectify that deserted chunk real quick now.
So, for once, Naruto doesn't have the clear-cut clarity or coherence of mind to mince his true thoughts.
"...what the fuck are you doing here?"
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a/n:
strap your seatbelts kids cause this one's gonna be an Up Close meets Personal sorta ride with a garnish of Crash & Burn on the side
love that for us
(psssssht! at least in this one they can touch!...though if that's better or worse, you decide?)