paper angel
written by anticollision
edited by pandastacia
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paper angel
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How far can you fly with paper wings?
That's what she had wondered ever since she was young. She had always wanted to soar into the sky, but after a plethora of accidents, little Konan had realized that that was not the way to go.
Nagato and Yahiko would always encourage her to find her own special sort of ninjutsu. And she wanted to, she really wanted to; because both of the boys had their own special, amazing talents… and then there was her: boring Konan.
She would always try to remember what Jiraiya-sensei had told them, had told her. He was the first one that made them realize their dreams (and in truth, maybe he had started Pein's entire parade of peace-via-pandemonium). She had always wanted to fly, but after having a sensei, she felt like she actually could.
And thus began her experiments with wings. Konan knew that unless she had some spectacular, unreal bloodline, she couldn't legitimately take flight. She started out with feathers, cloth, even skin, and just about everything in between… but she still could not find the perfect material. Nothing was fit for her chakra, it seemed.
During this time, the girl's reputation of being accident-prone stood again. One time, Yahiko actually had confronted her. "What's with you?" he had said. "You act like dying is your latest fashion, or somethin'. Kami, I can never understand you chicks." He looked exasperated, "Jus' don't do anything too stupid, Blue."
Aforementioned kunoichi had grinned at her teammate, "No need to worry, 'Hiko. I'm… I'm just trying to find what I'm supposed to do." And she really was. Even after multiple bones breaking and flesh always bruising, she didn't stop until she just didn't know what else to do.
Konan had tried every material that she could think of. She sighed as she folded, folded, folded an already used (by her), lipstick napkin into a crane. Somehow, she could always get that to work. It was as if it was her talent or something…
Wait. Stopping herself, she fiddled with whatever the napkin was made of. Paper, she mused. The blue-haired young woman quickly retrieved a stack of papers and closed her eyes, summoning chakra. When she heard a quiet rustling of the things before her, Konan opened her eyes, and she nearly squealed in delight.
"Paper!" she exclaimed. "That's it!"
Konan decided that she wouldn't tell her best friends yet; she would make it a surprise. Rushing to her tiny room, she put on her favorite high heels. The flight-lover figured she might as well look good as she fixed the flower in her hair.
When she showed the two gingers, they were surprised, but in awe. The twosome wore the exact look she usually had on her face when watching them perform their abilities. For once in a while, Konan felt pride well up in her chest.
For years she would produce and perfect her jutsu even more so, until she finally answered the once-vast question from her past (and, still, the present even now). Well, Konan, she questioned herself, How far can you fly with paper wings?
On the edge of a cliff, with her body almost entirely paper now, she willed paper wings to form on her back. And they did, magnificently. Now it was time for the ultimate test: the flight. Closing her eyes, she jumped off—
(((and she fell, fell, fell)))
—and then abruptly swerved up, wings supporting her fully. She felt like an angel.
And in years to come, she would be known as an angel—God's Angel. But never for the reasons she had wished it to be originally. But at least she could fly for now, fly, fly until she was chained to the ground by her friend influenced so much by pain.
So to answer her question… she could fly as high and as far as she wanted to—until Pein entered her life.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
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this is for christie because she's the one who's smart & thought up the whole konan = paper wings thing. (yeah, i still don't know why i hadn't thought of that at the time either.)
alsooo. i have another drabble that goes to this that will be uploaded... someday. possibly.