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I replaced the line that I would use to symbolized point of view change because you guys couldn't see it so now it is (with some sort of words etc.) hope that helps!
I don't own Naruto or anyone….so saddening but Masashi Kishimoto did so these are his characters.
(Propaganda are the drugs of the people)
Turning a corner, his legs slipped as he attempted to gain traction, the time dwindling downward quickly, the sands of time held strong in their steadfast gain. Naruto saw it, didn't he? The flash of red, the ambiguous figure turning away from the pond the man, was it a man? Was it even real? Did his mind just play tricks on him once more, red, flash of red, only once not continuous, not like before.
Red, red all around, words of pain and agony, screams that meant nothing without their word counterparts, nails dragged across the ground so much red, too much red and orange, orange flashed all around….Naruto ran faster.
Feet twisting and turning, lungs bursting, exploding within him, he gasped, no air, there was never any air. Thick smoke, smog, blinding vapors that encased everything, still no words still no sound, flashes of red and orange danced, mocked him as they swung around in circles, no words yet Naruto knew their song. The song of pain and loss the song of defeat and agony, red once more, red all over, red rage, roars of pain, screams of death yet no mouth did they arise from. Light, light at the end, yet never reaching it, darkness, darkness all around, still yet terrifying grasping onto ever fiber of Naruto's being and dragging him towards the abyss. He ran all he could do was run, screams we're unheard and voices echoed across the vast unknown. Naruto burst through the brush and fell to his knees gasping for the sweet air he gratuitously gulped up, for the cold ground beneath his feet, white, white snow no longer red, no longer dancing, cold snow that enveloped him and made him whole, no more words, no need for them. Naruto sat up and glanced toward the sky, blue, blue all over the orange was gone and with it the pain melted away.
(Burning your information…)
Kakashi walked backstage before the show to make sure everything was in place. Though the man seemed to be unreliable and lackadaisical in general when it came to the matter of the performers and the show Kakashi out did himself.
As he walked past the mirrors and costume's he took a head count.
One youthful Lee, standing on his finger tips talking to one boisterous knife thrower…check.
One emotional pinkette who was babbling to a beet red contortionist…check.
One loud mouth animal tamer screaming and laughing with one pleasantly plump clown…check
One ominous magician enveloped in one possessive sword swallowers grasp…check.
One obnoxious blonde aerial artist annoying the marketing manager…check.
One creepy stilt walker smiling at me whilst drawing….*shudders* check.
Another clown doing his makeup while talking to his older sister Temari…check.
And finally one moody, ice prick of a ring master, Sasuke…..check?
Kakashi stared at Sasuke's chair for the longest, the ringmaster isn't here? Kakashi did a quick sweep of the backstage area. Vibrant and bombastic costumes aligned the infinite racks, frivolous conversations being spoken amongst the more important demands from subordinate directors piecing together the acts in sequence. Makeup artists lounged by their stations congratulating themselves on jobs well done in preparing the performers on time. Animal lined up in their cages, being tended to when needed, roustabouts running to a fro quickly escaping Kakashi's vision, all of it was perfect except the one missing piece of the puzzle.
Kakashi walked over to Temari and Kankuro.
"Temari" The blonde makeup artist turned her head toward Kakashi.
"Yeah"
"Have you seen Sasuke?" Kakashi asked.
"Sasuke? Well he was the first one to get done; he had his costume on and everything after that I lost track of him. Is he okay?" Temari's face showed her worry at the new discovery.
"Honestly I don't know, but no need to worry." Kakashi did his signature squinted eye smile and turned away.
(Give us more detenation….)
Eyes widened as the information reached his ears.
Sasuke is gone…fuck.
Neji stood up and let Gaara fall from his grasp. Gaara knew something was wrong, he also had overheard Kakashi but seeing as his friendship with Sasuke was the same with anyone else's he knew he would be of no help.
"Neji go do something the emo boy needs be here for the show." Gaara whispered into his boyfriend's ear.
Neji nodded and marched out of the tent. The cold bit at his exposed skin and left him shivering, seeing as his outfit was leather pants tucked into black military boots and leather straps around his forearms. Neji really hated leaving the tent once in costume, not that he wasn't fit enough for it, on the contrary he practically screamed sex god once adorned in the costume as it hugged his muscular figure but it was a hassle to wear leather in the cold also people usually took his costume the wrong way assuming the brunette sold his body for some spare change.
Neji stormed through the makeshift camp scanning all around for the raven, he usually was good at finding things that were missing call it luck but Neji called it something else…
"Dammit Uchiha I said learn from the past not make yourself history!"
(Like tiny dangers up to heaven)
Naruto opened his eyes slowly.
"AAHHH!" He jumped into a karate pose and carefully scanned his surroundings. Nothing had change yet Naruto couldn't shake the ominous feeling inside his gut. The ground had and indent from where he had fallen to his knees in shock gasping for breath after his life threatening run. Naruto unconsciously grabbed his chest at the thought of his terror clutching his shirt he winced at the shocks of pain sent through his hands. Naruto pulled them away instantly and nearly fainted at the blood pouring out of them.
Eyes widened while his palms shook Naruto for the second time that night fell to his knees, the blood dripped slowly down his pristine skin covering his arms in an unsightly red liquid it parted his skin with a final kiss before it stained the ground below Naruto.
"uuuhhhh…..uuuuhhhhh" tears streamed Naruto's angelic face as words could not form from his mouth. This blood met no end, the cuts were deep Naruto felt them but unlike normal injuries this one burned deeply, Naruto's hands felt engulfed in flames, blood continuing its onslaught on Naruto's hands and the clothing he was wearing. Naruto left hand prints in the ground and along his pant legs as he stood up quietly. Naruto began walking towards the lit city, surely something would be open so he could clean himself up and bandage his wounds.
He must have just hit his hands with a couple rocks when he fell down or when he was running, nothing major and the stinging was from the cold…exactly. Naruto was overreacting, this was simple clean himself up and go to bed and be fine the next day injury such a shame that he would miss the circus but for some reason Naruto couldn't bring himself to go there, whenever he saw a flyer for the circus or even thought about it, his hands began to burn with the intensity of the sun forcing Naruto to bite his lip to conceal the pain. Now his hands continued to bleed profusely along with his lip, bit through long ago by the sheer force of Naruto's teeth needed to distract him from the pain in his hands.
Slowly Naruto walked through the deserted city, seems like a lot more than the circus was happening that night…
(You're here with me Dr. Death Defying)
Sasuke's walked into the tent in a daze.
Something isn't right, there's something that it's settling correctly. Nothing felt right, nothing looked right; everything was falling all around him.
The people just passed by him, staring, talking chatting on about nothing no one noticed the auras of darkness, the ones that spoke softly of utter doom.
Sasuke's arm was grabbed and instantly shocks were sent up and down his system, moving the flow of energy away from his fingertips.
"Sasuke what are you doing! You know the arti immortali (1) are forbidden right now! What on earth is forcing you to use them!" Neji hissed.
Neji's voice was sexy when he was infuriated; no wonder Gaara was the uke in the relationship. Sasuke always wondered how that had worked out.
"It's all wrong Neji, tell Kakashi something happened, something big. I can't do the show, its wrong all wrong." Sasuke's head swam with the image of Neji as it distorted its self in a whirlpool of shapes and colors. His words written across the pages of Sasuke's mind in blood red ink, flowing down the page in his mind as the drops raced toward the end of the page screams filled the air. Horrible deadly screams, Sasuke smiled, he remembered those screams remembered that feeling, glancing downward to his now uplifted palms markings began to carve through them, they burning into his flesh on top of the old runes. Blood dripping onto the floor near Sasuke's feet, he laughed, laughed at the bone breaking pain erupting from his hands as the markings bore into his skin and upturned the flesh already housed there.
"La regione sotterranea mentre indicata il vostri potere e presa stretta sul vostro dio dei morti il nostro angelo caduto le vostre chiamate del messaggero voi trasporta il vostro messaggio, lo mostra il significato con gli occhi presi da cielo ed usati per le vostre labbra vili di doings quale sono stati maledetti sulle mie elasticità di spirito le parole dell'inferno a me ed il purgatory permettono che me parli che cosa il mio merito ritiene(2)." Neji whispered quietly as the blood sunk back into the newly made incisions on Sasuke's flesh. The alabaster skin was now pristine as snow except for the new runes to match his previous ones.
"Neji do you know what these markings mean?" Sasuke asked his lifelong friend.
"No in all my years this has never happened, Sasuke the show must continue, regardless of the message." Neji's lilac eyes held no lies inside of them as they glanced up at Sasuke.
"Yes, I understand." Sasuke glanced downward and sighed.
"Tell Kakashi what has happened and draw the marks for Shikamaru to see, he will surely know." Sasuke commanded.
Neji nodded and departed yet he returned quickly and asked Sasuke one more question.
"Sasuke," The man turned to his lifelong friend. "the markings you had before the new ones." Both men glanced down to Sasuke's palms. "What story do they speak of, what sentence were you dealt?"
Sasuke slipped his black leather gloves over his hand and took his top hat off the nearby table. As he arranged it on his head he spoke "They mean, the one who has fallen short of the light" He clenched his left hand. "and the one who has risen in the service of the darkness."
"In short together they mean; a fallen angel." Sasuke glanced toward Neji and stared into his eyes once more.
"It is only fair that you tell me what your markings mean when I return."
Neji glanced curiously and spoke "Sasuke I was given no markings…"
Sasuke's eyes turned red and swirled with malignant shapes.
"I can see them; tell me what they are when they become visible to you as well."
He parted from the confused Hyuga and headed toward the biggest tent of all, clenching his fists Sasuke thought only one phrase.
"The show must go on…"
(The future is bullet proof the after math is secondary)
YES! Chapter 3 finito, so the plot it really being introduced and wow the show is just starting. It seems shorter, is it shorter?
Sorry if it's creepyesque for some people but personally twisted plots, demented characters and enigmas all make the best stories well at least for me. I'd rather not pen some fluff piece that could come from any author, if you want there are dozens everywhere. Yes, there will be a big show and it will begin the next chapter, sorry if you were expecting their death defying feats this time!
(1)- Immortal arts
(3)- The region underground while shown your power and tightened grip on your god of the dead our fallen angel your messenger calls to you transport your message, show me the meaning with eyes taken from heaven and used for your vile doings lips which they have been cursed on my spirit gives the hell words to me and purgatory allow me to speak what my excellence feels. (it's roughly translated so make what sense of it you can) it was originally written- Underworld as you show your power and grasp on your god of the dead our fallen angel your messenger calls to deliver the tidings , show me the meaning of it with eyes that were taken from heaven and used for you vile ways, lips that were cursed unto my spirit give me the words of hell and purgatory, allow me to speak what my excellence feels. Basically just a "prayer" Neji speaks.
All the stuff is in Italian; unfortunately I don't speak it so if it's wrong correct me please for personal sake. I speak English and Spanish only.
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