Sharingan Tilt-a-Whirl
Disclaimer: No ownie. No touchie. Only writie.
Things drop to the ground.
Quietly, silent as a mouse.
A thief in the night. All this happened became because they rode my ride.
I can see my passengers still. Seated upon the dark comma-like seats welded onto a splash of crimson platform. As a conductor, I push a button. Make the machine go into its macabre ghoulish orbit.
Flesh melts from bone and slips heedlessly to the floor. But, the two riders are still riding. It upsets me as I see one slip, not falling completely but clinging for her life on the outermost reaches of the chrome metal bars. The red-crimson-scarlet-chrome metal bars.
The other is reaching to the fore, nearly centering. In a few more reaches the centripetal force of my ride won't pertain to him anymore. Such pertinence.
I've stopped the ride. And carved a bigger one atop it. But this, one, it is made for a third rider. A third rider to balance the weights appropriately. A third rider…me?
I am sure they cannot defeat this ride. That he cannot overcome this ride.
The sun shall not rise.
Even if I must risk my marrow.
The seat is plush, comfortable. There is no platform on this ride. It spins anchored by the first. Three dark comma-like seats without the red background…
Something goes wrong. He is still fighting for stability, and I find now in my current throne I must fight back. Hand over fist the blonde steadily gains ground. How terrible! It was only a matter of time now, before…. There is naught I can do.
Mine eyes are forced to watch eminent defeat.
Everything quakes as we rise. My machine had taken a mind of its own, growing hands to borne us to the sky-high sky. Good, we are equal now, both trying to gain stability in this carnival ride gone wrong.
I can feel myself gliding now. The strain of wind against my face pulls it back. And we spin.
The stages of Sasuke's curse seal coupled with episode 134 and bad memories of tilt-a-whirls and sand causing the supreme in alldastardly wedgies make for a bad combo.