A Moment
Topic: Naruto, which I do not own.
Genre: General...? Angst? Hm...
Summary: You've been in the air for a while now. You idly wonder if this is just some odd, twisted 'moment before death' sort of thing, or if time has frozen for the two of you, as if to grant one last minute to fling away regrets. You look into his eyes and what do you see?
Notes: A bit angsty, but if I choked down fluff and sunshine everyday, I would either die from the love or get serious cavities- or both. I haven't written in a while and I have neither the time nor patience to write a full-blown fic (I have never succeeded in finishing anything either, so yeah). But I did come across this little smear today and I thought I should post it. I'm actually pretty fond of it too... hm. And yes, I used to be Sammy kill joy.
Author: incessant insanity
Hot, undescribable pain. It washes all over your body, sending wave after pounding wave of agony through your system. You've managed to hit something as well with your attack, but your intent was not to kill, or even to really harm, unlike his.
Maybe this is why it was happening. He really wants to kill you, maybe. But where does that leave you?
You can feel the blood soaking your jacket and you feel kind of sad because you love that jacket. Its bright colors often reflect the emotions you wish you could have and sometimes it matches your mood perfectly. It's been a good jacket to you and now it's staining crimson. Your crimson.
You want to whisper something, final words or whatnot. Only whisper because you know you have no strength to scream or yell or even talk. Then again, you've never really had an 'inside voice', so maybe talking was out of the question anyway. Your lips move to your will, although twitching a bit, but no sound comes out.
You try to force it. The words stay clogged in your throat. You want to say it but you can't.
You've been in the air for a while now. You idly wonder if this is just some odd, twisted moment-before-death sort of thing, or if time has frozen for the two of you, as if to grant one last minute to fling away regrets. Using your depleting strength, you glance into his eyes, but you're not quite sure if you're seeing what you want to be seeing there.
Hell though, you don't even really know what you want to be seeing right now.
The pain is still ragged and sharp and dull and throbbing and cold and hot all at the same time. But for something so unique, you've gotten used to it awfully quick. You can barely feel it now, although a small part of your mind is shouting that you really should pay more attention.
This collision, you've sort of figured out, was a bit more than the final act in a fight. It was like a test, the mother exam of all exams. Would he really take your life if he had the chance?
And Sasuke failed, really, and that was why his fist was in your chest, glowing softly from the chakra aura of his Chidori. It was sad but... but also...
Funny.
Funny, because you can't even feel the wound or the physical agony it must be bringing to your prone body; all the pain is coming from your heart, Uzumaki, and suddenly, your moment is gone, and the sound of waterfalls come rushing back, maybe a bit too loud, and the sensation of falling lightly takes hold of you.
And as you're lowered to the ground, hazy as your vision is, you look into his eyes again and smile inwardly, because behind everything else in those turbulent Sharingan eyes, you see what you think you wanted to see in the first place. Just a little bit of,
Life.
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Valley of the End fic. Any good?