Events so sublime as to leave a mark are rare. Almost impossible to find, in fact. They are so unique in the world that they are remembered naturally. They affect reality like the metal needle that slides softly on the vinyl, giving it life for the first time. This sense of coming to light is not only experienced by the direct protagonists, but spreads all around like the ripples of water after being moved by something. However, it is not their rarity that makes them stand out, they would do so even among millions of other events like them, if there were any. It's the intensity. The vigor of the absolute joy they have within themselves. They have the ability to bring positive change to all those who, even by chance, come across their path. To make a gentle breach in their souls.
This is why the very long procession of cars headed towards Tsunade's villa, although blocking the road for more than half an hour, was not considered a nuisance by anyone. Nothing like it had ever been seen in that city. The bells of the cathedral seemed to have improvised the melody that accompanied them outside, down the steps, towards the square.
The day was not only immortalized by the lenses of Genma and Izuna, but also by those of complete strangers. Smiles were born as they passed, new kisses and hopes among the couples who saw them. They weren't loud, they had chosen not to use chains of cans to drag behind them or to blare their horns recklessly; it didn't help, they made themselves noticed with something else. The radiance that the newly married couples exuded, but also the love that flowed from the others who were as witnesses or guests.
Kisame smiled, letting the air enter through the car window to caress his blue hair, he too had plunged into the long-awaited future after a journey of obstacles. He had opened that much feared door, now he felt himself sliding gently towards what had been hidden behind there: the happiness that had always been his.
Naruto seemed to be the sun himself while, to kiss Nagato, he swerved, risking ending up off the road. After a breathless moment, the two laughed happily.
Who knows if one day a soulmate will come for me too.
Proud until a few hours ago of his status as an inveterate single, Kiba had ended up giving in to that captivating rebirth.
Kakuzu's tanned hand had slipped over Madara's white one, the brunette's melancholic eyes narrowed into a smile.
Tsunade's and Samui's gazes seemed to merge together as they opened the gate of the villa, their slight nod in the direction of the long procession was the welcome that made them begin to cross the threshold. Waiters, cooks, bartenders, the pianist and the disc jockey could not stop applauding as they saw the five married couples parade in front of them. Genma directed them exultantly towards the large meadow. In an instant, with a quick glance, he chose the perfect angle of light worthy of being able to enter their albums of memories.
"Now we will all do an overview together and then every single couple will have their shots."
The brides' family.
The bride and groom's family.
The groomsmen's witnesses…
Genma looked up from the viewfinder for a moment. That day, very elegant, he had given up his eternal multicolored bandanas, allowing the sun to play with the dark red reflections that sparkled amidst the brown. Until church, he had managed to give up the habit of always chewing something but now, a blue cocktail straw had already been reduced to a pitiful state by his relentless incisors. His eyes with their eternally bored expression, even if he didn't really feel this feeling, were lost in the night of Sasuke's. The brunette had stretched them a little, making them become even bigger, the fine porcelain lips had opened for a moment. Genma tilted his head to the side, then nodded slightly with a paternal and understanding expression forming on his face. He returned to his viewfinder while Sasuke relaxed into a light smile, holding Hinata's arm wrapped in white silk gloves. He and his manager understood each other immediately, completely.
He wasn't your friend portrayed in the photos you brought me, he was your brother. You were in such a hurry to love him that you gave him the wrong, yet sincere love. I know that the Sasuke in front of me now is no longer the same one. You still know how to love like then, but you are too intelligent not to understand that each person needs different consideration. You have faced your difficult journey all alone, I am proud of you.
At work, Genma definitely knew his stuff, which is why he spent about an hour immortalizing the protagonists of that dream that began that day. Afterwards he had already decided to take a well-deserved break, passing the task on to Izuna. An hour that he seemed to slide on a splendid glittering ice floe, the notes of the piano rose into the clear sky to merge with the slight rustle of the wind among the branches of the thousand-year-old pines.
The joy of all of them was in constant buzz, Rin served all the guests his fantastic cocktails. He had truly created some for every palate during his years of working at Susanoo, fruity, thirst-quenching, strong, light, decorated with slices of fruit and even with fake bright ice cubes. Even the colors were attractive, all very bright like the personality of their creator.
"I'm proud of you, consider that today I'm also marrying you for the second time" Obito had grabbed her by the waist making her do a pirouette and then kissed her amidst the applause and toasts of those present.
It was Shisui who appreciated her above all, she proposed toasts for practically anything and every time she tasted a different drink. Her positive character had been accentuated since she found Yahiko's love.
You have always been here, it's just that maybe we didn't see each other, blinded by our problems, or we didn't have the courage to tell each other. Our future was uncertain, now we have one thanks to Kisame.
And in fact her umpteenth toast was dedicated to the man who, in addition to being a friend, was also their employer. She raised her electric blue glass, hugging Yahiko who, despite being as elegant as anyone had ever seen him, hadn't given up on his piercings.
All the guests had begun to take their seats at the white, circular tables, naturally the families of each of them were present. Itachi had taken Kisame's arm and started heading towards the seats reserved for witnesses, in front of the newlyweds' table. Kisame's parents watched them approach with her radiant faces, her mother, that time too, had not forgotten to put on the blue drop earrings that her son had given her one Christmas many years ago; she considered them her most precious jewel and they certainly couldn't be missing on such an important occasion. Although Kisame had already told them about Itachi and they had spoken on the phone, they were now meeting him for the first time. The dark-haired man's hands began to tremble a little without loosening his grip on Kisame's powerful arm. The reason was certainly not the knowledge of his partner's parents, rather something that he had taken away from Sasuke too. Itachi felt that sudden pain like a giant hand grabbing him to crush his side, he couldn't stop an excruciating breath from escaping.
"Hey" Kisame whispered that little word, giving him a look full of tenderness. He freed himself from his grip but only to hug him, incredible how delicate he managed to be despite his size. Itachi had momentarily lost the light he had on his face becoming a little pale. Kisame gently lifted his chin to look into his eyes and pushed aside his raven locks to dry that tear before he fell. Itachi's cheek rested on the palm of his hand, he knew Kisame understood. As always, from the first time although he still hid his gaze behind a mask.
It's not about the parents who are here but about those who can't be.
"Itachi, unfortunately there are more than one families that cannot be complete today, including those of Tayuya, Hinata and Naruto, you know. However, on this day others were created. Some will get bigger, some will stay that way but they are all wonderful. One of these is us, you and me. It hurts but you have to look forward, the people who need you are there now, before your eyes. Remember when I told you not to let the past eat up your future?"
Itachi sighed melancholy: "Tayuya, Hinata and Naruto are not to blame if their family is not complete, it wasn't them who..."
Kisame gently touched the brunette's lips with his to be able to speak again: "You're not to blame either, it's essential that you never forget this. For Sasuke's sake, mine, all the people close to you and yours too. You are the happiness of those who love you and there are many of us, believe it or not. "
Kisame looked at his companion intensely, squeezing the back of his neck with determination and delicacy at the same time. Itachi smiled kissing the hand that was consoling him, he took his arm again to finally arrive in front of his parents' table. The seats, although all independent, were close enough to be able to talk to those next to them as if it were a single table.
Parents stood up smiling to hug their son.
"So, Itachi, we finally see you" the man who had spoken looked a lot like Kisame with the difference that he was older and not a bodybuilder, they were still similar in height. He hugged the brunet energetically.
"Congratulations, Kisame, he's really very beautiful. It certainly cannot be denied that, in terms of taste, you took after me" even though she had gained a few kilos with age, Kisame's mother always appeared well-groomed and with a fresh hairdresser's perm. Her dress was white but embroidered with blue flowers, she Kisame knew that she did it to highlight the earrings he gave her: "So, when are you two getting married?"
"In a year, the mayor has already decided the date" Kisame raised a large hand to greet Naruto sitting, with Nagato, at a table nearby.
"How would it be, didn't you choose the day?" the woman frowned at her genuinely confused.
"Ma'am, wouldn't you like Kisame to have a party like this too?" The blond who had approached smiling in the meantime answered directly.
"Of course, it will be an honor, this city has never had a mayor so avant-garde and with such an open mind" Kisame hadn't seen his father so radiant for a long time: "And then I learned that Itachi is an expert acrobat."
"You can say it loud, dad, he's better than me" Kisame had him pressed against his side "It's just that it becomes a bit of a pain in the ass when he wants everything to be flawless."
"I'm proud of all of you," the man stated, nodding.
The small group was laughing so hard that they didn't notice the arrival of Tayuya and Hidan.
The first to recover was her mother, she turned to her bride, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her index finger: "What a pleasure to see you again, Tayuya, I wish you all the best. We are happy that you have found your paths, joy lights up you all."
The hilarity that had exploded at the newlyweds' table made them turn around: Deidara had just accidentally spilled a glass of sparkling wine on Konan's head. The woman laughed while her new husband Neji tried to dry her as best she could with a napkin. The blond, who evidently didn't appreciate his serious face, without saying anything shoved the bottle into his mouth like it was a baby bottle, making them all laugh even more.
"How could I not dedicate a toast to this beautiful table" Shisui practically dragged Rin along with his tray of colorful cocktails: "Cousins, have one too, don't be a perfectionist, come on."
"Shisui, in the meantime sit down before you fall to the ground; then, if you wish, I'll drink the whole tray too" Itachi had offered a chair to his cousin, now visibly tipsy, practically forcing him to sit down.
"Madara, you really have a wonderful family" Kakuzu had addressed this sentence to the brunette sitting at the table with him. He did not confess that the true desire, hidden beneath those words, was to become part of it himself.
The joy that exploded around the table where Kisame's parents were sitting reached them again through the moments of silence that were still present between the two. Madara kindly thanked a waitress who had started serving the first courses, she had placed the plates on the table, careful not to ruin the composition of white roses that was in the centre. Kakuzu watched him, waiting, without haste, for his response. Madara kept his head slightly bowed, the extraordinary amount of his hair submerged him to the point that only the perfect profile of his nose was visible. Kakuzu realized, in that moment, how that part of his face was flawless in practically the entire Uchiha family. Madara's suit was dark blue, of that shade that is sometimes difficult to distinguish from black, Kakuzu was amazed at how it was practically identical to the reflections of his hair.
I wouldn't be surprised if you calculated this on purpose. Not because the effect isn't impactful. The reason is that, done by an extraordinary person like you, some things even seem obvious.
Kakuzu was dying to caress that unique and rare hair, the different white strands that crossed it didn't look out of place at all. He longed to bury his face in the middle of it, inhale the scent. Holding back was a huge effort for Kakuzu, he also had to resist the urge to put a hand on his leg. From the pose he had assumed, with his shoulders broad and straight, Madara could perceive the strength that would always prevent him from giving in to the pain he had had in his life. He had been through a lot, it showed. Madara had finally lifted her beautiful oval face towards him, a smile accentuating her slightly swollen lower eyelids. He had put the hand on Kakuzu's leg.
"I never thanked you for everything you did for Itachi, Shisui, and Yahiko."
"I did it with my heart. I had never experienced what it means to become attached to someone, until it happened to me with those guys. I felt something like warmth... in here. Extremely pleasant."
Kakuzu had placed a hand on his chest. He was not very skilled at using words, especially those that were used to describe feelings, which is why, in these cases, he made use of the help of gestures. Madara had understood it immediately: another lonely man. Or at least he had been for most of his life. This is why his way of loving was so particular, silent, very often misunderstood and bizarre, yet indissoluble.
"Did you manage to find accommodation?" Madara tilted his head, revealing his right eye.
"Not yet, but all my friends are going out of their way to help me."
Friends. Madara's smile now bared his teeth, narrowing his black eyes.
"Would you like to move in with me? You could give me a hand in the company. The house is big and I'm tired of living alone with myself."
Kakuzu's strong features stretched out in joy, the man appeared rude only because of his outward appearance. His inexperienced attitude in relationships with others was a direct consequence of loneliness. Madara immediately perceived all the injustices and wrong thoughts that he must have been the victim of in his life.
"Everything OK?" two protective hands had placed themselves on Madara's shoulders.
The dark haired man had turned to find himself facing Obito.
This world is full of things that don't go the way we would like. The longer you live, the more you realize how wherever there is light, there is also shadow. No one will ever be able to shape the ideal world. Perhaps, to fully understand joy, pain is needed. Sometimes it is necessary to seek happiness in the midst of the immense haystack of compromises, however this represents the only way to achieve it.
Madara gently grabbed his cousin's hand: "Everything is perfect. Thanks for bringing me back to life."
Warm applause drew Tayuya's attention as she headed towards the pianist. All the guests saw the redhead, who in the meantime had gotten rid of almost all the decorations she had in her hair, bend down to whisper something in the other musician's ear. They had probably agreed on the piece to perform. They all held their breath until Tayuya started singing. A soft, angelic voice that had nothing to do with the scathing tone she had when speaking. Those who were near the wedding table couldn't help but notice the sparkles in Hidan's eyes. Even the rowdy Deidara had calmed down enraptured by the melody. After the song, Tayuya had taken her flute for a piece that was nothing short of magical, this one mesmerizing. Kisame looked at her smiling.
Feeling satisfied with the happiness of the people we love is the most extraordinary experience. This feeling is now bouncing between you and me.
Tayuya's music also accompanied Sasori and Sarana's show as soon as we finished lunch. The sun was starting to set and the guests were enjoying a fantastic aperitif totally relaxed; some sitting at the tables, others comfortably on the lawn. The two newlyweds had written a plot in which a group of very small aliens, more similar to elves, are forced to make a crash landing on Earth due to a breakdown in their spaceship. The small group, to which the puppets gave life, manages to survive on the unknown planet thanks to their friendship with a human, played by Sarana in the flesh. The woman went back and forth to both play herself and operate the puppets. It was incredible how she and Sasori even managed to dub each character, always using a different tone of voice. The notes that Tayuya chose to serve as the soundtrack had something profoundly magical.
Sarana, Sasori, with you too now I am exchanging the joy of seeing you happy.
Kisame was sure that the feeling was perhaps also reciprocated by the former kids he had met many years ago.
As soon as the show ended, while the applause for Sasori and Sarana had not yet died down, Deidara had crossed the lawn like an earthquake. Karin had her hands on his shoulders trying to calm that volcano.
"As soon as it gets dark you will see my show!"
"You're always the same, Deidara, as soon as attention isn't directed towards you for five minutes you go out of your mind" Tsunade had scolded him, leaning with her elbow on the bar counter.
She and Samui were drinking one glass after another, managing to remain incredibly sober, at most their cheeks a little red.
"It's not about egocentrism" insisted the blond, more fired up than ever "My performance is the best of all."
His time came, the fireworks display that Deidara had prepared had the ability to transform the night sky into a canvas. A flash of white light had canceled out everything, the horizon, the silhouettes of the trees, it was difficult to distinguish the face of the person next to you for several seconds. Something very similar to a silent atomic explosion.
"Damnation!" Kiba didn't expect it, the glass he was holding slipped, making Nagato and Naruto literally laugh out loud.
He didn't fly, the joy was momentarily suspended as if he were in limbo, the disc jockey suddenly stopped the music as he couldn't resist the urge to look into the sky.
Colorful fountains, which appeared to be made of real water, created patterns in the night. A heart, a dove, a rose. They changed shape so quickly and fluidly that they seemed alive, they merged into each other, changing their appearance. They were made of light. A second explosion canceled everything, this one was red. A purple spiral rotated in the sky, seeming to want to suck in the entire world. A rush of supernovae immediately afterwards, colors never seen before. Even though the figures were far away, the spectators had the illusion of ending up inside them. Yellow sparks fell like thick gold dust. A galaxy recreated there in front of them.
"Deidara is probably a math genius," Tsunade admitted, hugging her partner as they lay on the grass, "it takes infinite calculations to predict what shape something explodes takes."
They all jumped when the woods surrounding the house seemed to literally be on fire, Kisame's mother even screamed in terror. But what appeared to be flames turned pink, then fuchsia, then turquoise as large silver stars rose into the sky, literally surrounding them. A shower of glittering confetti hit them. Everything was calculated, the blond no longer made shows of this type just to make noise, as had happened on New Year's Eve many years before, this one was almost silent. They were all certain that that wonder had been seen from kilometers away. Deidara, strutting his stuff, took everyone's applause and hugs for a good ten minutes; but an unexpected kiss from Karin almost made him faint.
The music had gradually changed genre, taking on a disco rhythm.
"What a satisfaction to see you finally fulfilled" Konan's father had made his daughter do a pirouette.
Her mother remained one of few words, it had never been her habit to bestow kisses and hugs, however from the expression on her face one could see that the old hatchet had been definitively buried. She accepted a glass of bubbly from Neji with a smile.
Every family has its dynamics, in the end it is also normal for it to be like this. To get along, we have to live far apart and see each other once in a while. There are those who can't stand distance and those who can't stand excessive closeness.
Some of them had moved towards the swimming pool, in the evening, with the spotlights illuminating it from inside the water, it appeared even more suggestive.
Tsunade was blissfully lounging on a mattress floating in the water, sipping yet another cocktail, the bright yellow bikini, very small, highlighted her busty shape even more. Samui, Tayuya and Hinata had taken seats on the wicker deckchairs talking about their youthful memories, the brunette's wedding dress was so voluminous that Sasuke had to help her sit down.
Samui and Tayuya were now laughing happily as they recalled the university period in which they had been roommates, the time in which the blonde met Kisame while the other was falling in love with him. Their brief relationship, in which a dissatisfied Tayuya had found comfort, was now part of those numerous events that had helped consolidate their bond. Kisame remained just a person submerged in affection, a beautiful memory that no one would have ever dreamed of denying. The acquaintance between Tayuya and Hinata, seen by an external observer, could have happened in the worst way, the brunette spied on by the other through a half-open door at Kiba's house; however, it was now clear to everyone that this was a ploy to impress Kisame.
"One way or another you managed it, Tayuya" Hinata had grabbed her hand, bending to the limit of movement that the dress allowed her "Yours is a unique relationship in the world."
"Ours is too" Sarana had arrived, in her fairy dress, to hug Tayuya from behind her "We were practically children when we met and now here we are. We've come a long way since then, but I've always been certain that you would make it big in the music world."
"You were fantastic too" the redhead had grabbed her vehemently, forcing her to sit on her lap.
They trilled a happy laugh in unison, and Sasuke, who was watching them from the opposite bank, thought he heard a chorus of nightingales. The brunette smiled.
"Hey, Tsunade, how about we add some color to this pool? It seems a little dull like this" without another word, Deidara had thrown two handfuls of bath bombs of every possible color into the water.
"Are you crazy, Deidara? Do you have any idea how much maintenance a pool like that requires?" Tsunade had scolded him without getting off the mat.
Too late. The water had started to boil, transforming into a rainbow of colors and glitter, the blonde was giggling with pleasure.
"Otouto, what do you say, let's take advantage too?"
Sasuke, who was admiring the multi-colored water from the edge, turned to find himself facing Itachi and Kisame smiling.
"I didn't think about bringing my costume, Nii – san."
"I say it's no use."
Without another word, Itachi had suddenly tripped him, causing him to spill some water. The minor had immediately emerged from beneath the surface, shaking his head to remove the now disintegrated hair from his eyes. His expression, initially annoyed, was relaxing as he heard the laughter of Kisame, Deidara, Itachi and the small group of girls on the other side.
"Nii – san, I'll go out now and show you!"
"Don't bother, Sasuke, I'm happy to give you a hand" Deidara grabbed Itachi and, with a lightning gesture, lifted him onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The emerald green cocktail that the dark-haired man was holding fell to the floor.
The blond also jumped into the water: "So I avoided your lookout."
The wave knocked over Tsunade's mattress and his drink ended up inexorably at the bottom of the pool. Kisame also jumped in to everyone's laughter. Sarana, Samui and Tayuya helped Hinata get up from the deckchair but only to jump into the colored water themselves, none of them were interested in the hours they had spent getting ready, putting on makeup and styling their hair. Hinata's dress floated on the water like a cloud, Sasuke had to flounder in it for several minutes before he managed to kiss her, the applause of the others was her deserved reward. Izuna's burst immortalized the whole scene.
"I don't like noise very much, perhaps it's because of the solitude in which I lived. However, I like listening to the voices of those kids having fun" Kakuzu, having grabbed a bottle of prosecco and two glasses, was walking with Madara into the house.
"I'm like that too, I would watch people celebrating for hours, but relaxed on one side."
Meanwhile they had entered the main hall of the villa. They both stopped hit by the white man. The highly polished marble floor, the lights of the party, combined with those of the moon, entered from the large windows that surrounded them, making everything shine without the need to turn on the lights. The black sofa with peninsula, positioned in the center of the room, contrasted with everything else but was in tone with the grain of the stone. Even the large carpet and the window curtains were the same color. A large screen occupied practically the entire wall in front of them, on the opposite side a fireplace dug into the wall.
Madara wondered which of the two women played the grand piano he was now looking at. Maybe none, maybe they had a personal pianist. Next to the giant television, a bar area with three stools also black. The large chandelier hanging from the ceiling was also that color.
"It's wonderful, it's like being in a vintage photo" commented Madara, totally enthralled.
"You seem to be part of it too."
Madara broke into a smile. Having received very few compliments throughout his life, he had never forgotten a single one, however this was the most beautiful and most welcome of all. He began to see the man in front of him, his true soul buried by years of misunderstanding on the part of others.
"So, a random room and we slip in?" Kakuzu had taken the other by the hand.
There were three ways to take, the wide staircase that started from that room to go up, the door that opened on their right, or the almost invisible steps because they were dug directly into the marble that went down to a floor below.
They went downstairs, that very suggestive staircase had attracted them. They discovered that there was nothing there other than the bathroom, but once they entered they were even more enraptured than they had been in the living room. They were left breathless because they had the impression of being immersed in the seabed and you certainly can't breathe there.
The room was large, the walls, including the ceiling, paved with a mosaic representing fish, corals, rocks, and even the effect of the sun's rays falling obliquely into the absolute blue. On the floor there was a representation of sand complete with enormous shells. The large sink and the large Jacuzzi at the back of the room were also of this shape, accessed by climbing three steps. The statue of a merman guarded the shower cabin on their left, other shells, probably real, imprisoned inside the transparent doors. More coral climbing around the large mirror behind the sink. The most extraordinary thing of all, which none of them had ever expected to see in life, was the machine that constantly filled the room with soap bubbles.
"It's incredible" Madara commented facing the mirror, he wasn't looking at his image but at the various decorations on the frame.
He saw one of Kakuzu's tanned hands place the bottle and two glasses on the shelf where the sink was set, the other went around his waist. Madara turned without saying anything, his eyes bright and languid, Kakuzu's green ones shone like two emeralds. The delicate way Madara brushed his hair back from his face almost made him faint. Kakuzu watched him, his gaze darting from one point of his face to another.
"I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful" The truth, Kakuzu had always been incapable of lying.
The shouts and laughter coming from the outdoor pool were the background to their kiss, Kakuzu could finally sink his hands into that mass of raven hair. Madara caressed his hair, still black but without reflections. Kakuzu ran his hands over that statuesque body, the muscles were solid, even on the outside it reflected the strength of the soul. This made Kakuzu feel even more intensely the desire to make him happy, making him forget all the past pain would have made him even more satisfied than forgetting him. Madara felt his buttocks tightened in the grip of the other's hands, he understood that he intended to lift him and for this reason he facilitated the movement by showing off the agility of the martial arts that he had always practiced. He found himself sitting on the sink shelf with those green eyes still eating him up with admiration. With his neck devoured by those greedy lips, Madara leaned his head back without worrying about his long hair ending up in the sink. Madara found himself moaning and sighing as the other undressed him to the waist, the kisses continued to fall on his pectorals, on his belly, he stopped to suck on his navel. Madara's breathing went crazy, he let out what even seemed to be a cry of pain. Kakuzu took off his trousers, the gesture was quick, he was probably afraid of embarrassing Madara. He grabbed him by the hips, suddenly sliding him into his mouth, Madara didn't expect it, he almost shouted. He stared at the blue ceiling, his hands tightened tightly on Kakuzu's hair, not thinking of causing him pain. He arched his back lost in pleasure, he no longer understood anything, he surrounded Kakuzu's shoulders with his long and muscular legs to pull him even further towards him. He didn't think, he continued until he released himself into his mouth trembling. Madara realized how selfish he had been only a few seconds later, when he, slumped panting with his back against the mirror, saw Kakuzu stand up still fully dressed. The disheveled pants made Madara realize what had happened.
He only thought about me.
A tender smile lit up Madara's face, he retrieved the bottle and glasses before leading Kakuzu towards the Jacuzzi. His words were of no use, he turned on the hot tub as she gently undressed him, smiling. Kakuzu was the image of serenity, her square face perhaps knew that expression for the first time. He let himself be guided by Madara's hands until he immersed himself in the warm water, they toasted while their long hair floated among the bubbles. Once the bottle was finished, they remained completely relaxed in the clouds of steam.
"You know, I have always loved writing" Madara spoke calmly with his gaze lost on the ceiling "During the years spent in solitude, words kept me company, characters almost became friends. Since I could never talk to anyone, I did it with the paper."
Kakuzu listened to him attentively and sincerely interested, his hand had made its way under the water to grab the other's.
"But now I have friends and I would like to introduce them to my characters and my sheets, their blank will have to be filled with this. The beautiful story of our lives. Me, you, my family and all the people you're hearing are having fun out there; how we came to know each other and create such an amazing group. He will write about us. I will have to have each of them tell me the events that happened during my absence."
"Then you'll have to do a lot of interviews" Kakuzu laughed.
Madara was carried away by the joy: "You're right, but I can't wait to talk to each of them."
The cheerfulness outside seemed to respond positively to him. Their life would travel the world between pages, reach other eyes, other hearts, other souls. Helping those who are alone or those who believe they have lost everything when, in reality, this is not the case at all. Someone would have taken inspiration from them, learning, considering them the best example in the world. Other people would have stopped considering the realization of a dream as the most difficult of missions, because it never is when you are willing to accept and understand yourself.