The Sun and The Moon By: Twisted Tristan
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own his plushie!!
Hiya! So far I don't have any reviews or any admirers, because let's face it, I am one crappy writer. But anyway hopefully someone out there will enjoy this ficcy. Even if it's only my fan-girl friends and me. I'm sorry if Iruka is kind of OOC because he's all angsty. Please, all you rabid fan girls out there, please don't find me and kill me for screwing up one of your favorite characters! Ahhh... IrukaxKakashi... yummy! I haven't exactly decided what this will be most likely a Iruka and Kakashi fic so if you got a favorite pairing just tell me and I'll try to include it okie? Anywhoo I hope some one else reads it, and if you do... REVIEW damnit!!! It makes me cry when I see someone with only 4 chapters and they have over 100 reviews. And there's little ol' me with umm... 1. Anywhoo, on with the main attraction!
WARNING: This is a shounen-ai fic or guyxguy love. So if that's not your cup of tea then you can boot yourself out me door! I wish I were British.... –sniffles-
Rating: PG for violence and angggsttttt and sadness –tear-
It was a cold and lonely day, the day my parents died. Stormy, ebony clouds hung in the sky blocking out any chance of sunlight. The whole world seemed devoid of sunshine and cheer. Everything was gray... From the food to the sky. Long gone were the days of happiness and play. As of now, war and terror ruled the land. The stench of blood, sweat, and despair hung in the air, sickening anyone who was unfortunate enough to breath in its fumes. A raging battle was going on. A battle that would let no one leave unscarred.
I was only a young boy of about 6 or 7... Thusly, my parents were my whole life. They were the sun in my sky and the moon in my night. They were the light and center of my world. I idolized them. I'd follow them around all day long, watching and learning, trying to be just like them. My whole world revolved around them.
My father was tall and burly, with long charcoal hair almost always found up in a ponytail on the crown of his head. He was tanned from many years of hard work in the sun. His hands, so unlike my gentle mother's, were rough and callused. Though at first glance, he seemed a bit frightening, there wasn't one person in the whole village of Konoha that didn't like my father. He was friendly and honest, just like I wanted to be.
The polar opposite of my father, my mother was everything he was not. She was short, fair, and beautiful. While my father was loud, my mother was soft. While my father was tan, she was pale. She was delicate and sweet like a flower in the wind, or a butterfly in the air. If my father were my sun, then my mother was my moon. But they're gone now... Leaving me without a sun or a moon in my sky...
It all started, as we sat down at the breakfast table in our small little house. In their eyes, reflected grim expressions of hardship and turmoil. Though they did their best to hide it, I knew exactly how hard life was. Tension lay in the air so thick; you could cut it with a knife. It was hard to imagine a time when the faces of my parents didn't sag with age, didn't look pale and bleak. It was hard to imagine a time when my father's golden face grinned from ear to ear or a time when my mother's eyes turned upward as she smiled.
When she was younger, people used to say she was most beautiful woman in all the villages. People would travel near and far just to gaze upon her face and admire her beauty. But that was before the war...Now she worked as a healer, a silver angel for dying men to look upon. She gave men hope. Hope for a future without war and strife. She was beautiful... my mother.
Anyhow, it all started at breakfast. We were gathered around, eating our cold, gray porridge. I had just stuffed in a mouthful of sloppy porridge when a sudden scream pierced the air. Immediately I heard the echo of several men screaming out one phrase. A phrase that sent the whole village into utter chaos. "The Kyuubi!"
In a flash, my parents were up and heading out the door, the remnants of our cold meal laid forgotten. I, being the mischievous little boy was, followed them at a distance. But my fear was ill found, not once did they look back. Contrary to what I thought, they didn't head toward the fighting, instead the headed away from it. I doubted that my parents were going to hide. They would never do that! I was proud of my parents. They'd never do anything as cowardly as to run away when their comrades needed them. How many times had I watched them countlessly save the lives of our neighbors and friends? They'd never run away from a battle!
But that got me thinking... what is a war? Is a war a time when parents abandon their children to save their own hides? Was a war when neighbors turned on neighbors, friends on friends?
I pondered this slowly as I followed behind my parents. Before I even noticed I found myself in front of the Hokage's house. It was large, larger then any of the other houses around it. It was magnificent and yet... the same. Our Hokage was not prideful like he could have been. In fact he was an everyday person just like us! Was it not only a few days ago I had peeked at him in the bookstore? He didn't look like a Hokage to me... He just looked like another regular guy...
We walked we passed corridor after corridor after corridor! There were so many white corridors, all looking the same. We walked around in an endless labyrinth as if we were experimental mice in maze. Then we turned one final corridor and all that stood in front of us was a hall that ended in a set of giant oaken doors. The doors were opened slightly, golden light peeking through them. On the walls of the hall were pictures of all the past Hokages. There were actually only two, but I stopped to look up at them. They looked powerful and strong, but also wise. In their eyes was a kind of sadness... like a dream they never got the chance to finish.
Quietly, I slipped into the room, careful not to blow my cover. It was a giant study, filled with rows upon rows of books! They towered over me like giant columns of knowledge, offering me all the wisdom of the ages. Chairs were scattered here and there ready to for someone to curl up in them with a good book. But the most impressive thing in the whole study was the giant mahogany desk and the man that sat behind it.
He was young, only in his early twenties or so, but his eyes had that same look. The same deep sadness of the portraits out in the hall. But even so, he still looked proud and powerful, like the kings of olden days. Like a King who was willing to sacrifice anything for his people. The 4th Hokage... Quickly, I dived under an armchair before I could be caught, and leaned forward to overhear their conversation.
"Isn't there anything you can do? Our men are dying needlessly!" My father said. I'd never seen him look so desperate before. I've never seen him look so tired and so sad. Could this really be the same man that had once kissed my knee when I scraped it? Was this really the same man who helped me pick flowers for my mother on her birthday? This tired, grim man. Was he really my father?
"I'm sorry there's nothing I can do..." The man bowed his head with a defeated sigh. It seemed everyone breathed a little sigh and slumped down in their seats. I had never seen so many people look so lost and hopeless. So dejected...
"AHHHHHH-" An inhuman scream pierced the air, before being almost instantly cut off. Instantly, four heads turned in the direction of the window. Outside, everyone was in a state of confusion and panic. People ran around, taking cover behind anything that was nearby. Women cowered in doorways, shielding their children with their bodies. Anything to get away from... the dark ominous shadow that was heading down the road. Anything to get away from...The Kyuubi.
He was magnificent. With fur as white as snow and fangs dyed red with human blood he was a mix between beautiful and terrifying. Nine silken tails fluttered around his brilliant body looking almost like wings. Around only him, chakra crackled so thick you could almost see it. He looked both terrifying and lovely all at once. I held my breath as I watched him
"IRUKA!!" I'd been discovered! Instantly, tight, warm arms circled around me, pulling me close. I looked up, expecting a scolding, but instead all I felt was a soft hand smoothing down my hair. I looked up at her questioningly, but she only proceeded to bury her face into my hair, It wasn't until I felt a hot tear collide with my head that I felt it. Felt it, the fear. Such a powerful word... fear. Just saying it made my heart thump faster. I couldn't tell if she was afraid for me, or for herself, but within minutes she had me afraid too. My heartbeat grew louder and louder until I was afraid that all of Konoha would hear the loud, rhythmic beating of my heart.
As the door suddenly flew open, my mother had only enough time to shove me back behind the chair. I crawled under it to watch the seen unfold. This was what I'd been dreading. This moment... I knew it would come. Something bad was about to happen, and I was powerless to stop it. This was what it meant... to be helpless.
And then, suddenly, He was there. He stood there in all his magnificent glory, even more terrifying in person. He seemed to suck up all the air, until all that was left was the tension and the fear.
"Give up, human," he said in a voice louder then thunder and deeper then rain. My heart beat so fast in my chest that I could hardly breath from holding my breath. All I could do was sit and watch as I saw my parents face their most certain doom.
My eyes turned to the Hokage as he looked as if he was about to answer. He looked proud and strong, as he turned and looked right into the eyes of the Kyuubi, as if he was his equal, no... As if he was better then it. And he said only one word. And only one word was necessary.
"No."
You could see the Kyuubi's arrows narrow into mere slits and his hair start to rise on his back. It was then that he looked most terrifying! But still, the 4th Hokage held strong. And then, within moments the Kyuubi was running towards him, his anger so deep that he was ready to face him even though it might mean his death. But instead, my parents stopped him, making a barrier between him and the Hokage.
All it took was one swipe. One bat of his giant, ivory paw and my parents were instantly dead. Their lifeless corpses went flying towards the wall, smacking into it with a sickening thud that sounded almost like bones breaking. They lay there, dead, broken, and bruised their blood seeping from their body. But still I didn't understand. These weren't my parents! How could they be? No... This was just a bad dream. Any minute now I'd wake up and find myself back in my warm, soft bed with the sun peeking in through the window.
... My Father, tensing up and leaning back to throw the chakra at the evil Kyuubi. And then, an abrupt surge of movement and the foreboding Kyuubi suddenly in front of my father. And then a white paw, as pure as the snow, fluttering down, down, down with ivory claws outstretched. And then a scream, so high and unsettling it seemed almost alien. And then blood, blood, blood everywhere and the smell of death. All around me... death and blood. This was what war was. No they weren't dead... This wasn't happening...
As I lay there, the whole world fell away until there was nothing left but me and my thoughts. The world wavered, and in that last moment before I blanked out, it finally hit me. What was war?
War was... the death of the sun and the moon in the sky. The death of s and memories and feelings. War was the death of family, friends and neighbors. The death of Everything. You. Hold. Dear. War was simply... death.
And then the whole world went black.
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