Whiteout
Whiteout
Naruto // Deidara; Itachi // Friendship
K // Literary Fiction; Twoshot
An introspective piece from Itachi's perspective of the beginning after an end.
Companion piece to Blackout
I blink my eyes and suddenly, he materializes in front of me.
It doesn't really happen in an instant; it's more of a... a thing where the image of the person starts off as vague and transparent before becoming more and more solid and real. I don't like the guy, I really, really don't, but he's the only person that I've seen coming here that I actually know.
He stands there, looking around his whiteout world in a daze before settling his eyes on mine. He stares at me blankly for a while before greeting me; “Hello.”
I glare at him, not really wanting to talk to him at all. But I sigh, roll my eyes, and give up. This isn't the time, I remind myself. He's probably searching for someone too. Better yet, he's probably seen my person. I walk towards him, and he tries approaching me. He takes a step forward before deciding to stay put. His balance is probably whacked up by the whiteout, and I'm already in front of him anyway.
“How'd you die?” are the first words out of my mouth. Eloquent, I know.
He narrows his eyes for a moment before looking around him again. “This is... hell?”
Cute. He thinks he's in hell. I scoff at him. “Does it look like you're in hell?”
He just shakes his head and says, “I shouldn't be here...”
Wow. Even the perfect little princess has regrets.
He stares at me then, unamused. That's when I realize that I've said all that out loud. Oh. Whoops. Whatever.
“Have you seen Sasori no danna?”
“I just got here.”
Oh yeah... “Well, on your way here, then? Did you see him?”
He furrows his brow. “I... don't know. I can't remember.”
Wonderful. Another useless soul. What a waste of my life.... afterlife. This is the afterlife, isn't it? I turn around and am about to leave when he suddenly grabs my arm and asks;
“Have... Have you seen Sasuke... here?”
I turn my head and look at him; for real, this time.. He's a lot different than what I remembered him to be. His face was always like a stone. There was nothing on it. Blank. Impossibly perfect, always impossibly perfect. And now...
He looks... exhausted. Vulnerable. Weak. He's not the same person I knew. I'm not really sure if it's the same person anymore. How did he die again?
His hand around my arm squeezes, urgently. “Have you seen Sasuke?” he asks again.
I give him a long, hard stare. “No,” I say, and I feel his hand loosen from my arm. “I haven't.” His hands drops to his side again.
He smiles at me, and it surprises me. I don't let him know that. I just watch as he starts to grow transparent again.
“Thank you,” he says to me, just before he disappears from sight.
In a moment, there's no trace of him there. He's gone. I wave my hand in the space he was in just a few seconds ago, and there's nothing there.
I sigh loudly and plop down, collecting my face in my hands and shaking my head. “Great. I got here first, and he gets to have his peace fist. How the hell is that fair?”
“Nothing is ever fair.”
I snap my head up and look behind me.
The man behind me just stands there.
I feel myself staring back at him.
“This fucking sucks. I hate this stupid shit. God....”
I know who it is, but... “...Hidan?”
“Yeah? What. You got somethin' to say? Just fucking say it, I've heard it all already. Fucking hell, man...”
All that comes out of my mouth is: “Where's your head?”
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Read the revised version here.
Naruto // Deidara; Itachi // Friendship
K // Literary Fiction; Twoshot
An introspective piece from Itachi's perspective of the beginning after an end.
Companion piece to Blackout
I blink my eyes and suddenly, he materializes in front of me.
It doesn't really happen in an instant; it's more of a... a thing where the image of the person starts off as vague and transparent before becoming more and more solid and real. I don't like the guy, I really, really don't, but he's the only person that I've seen coming here that I actually know.
He stands there, looking around his whiteout world in a daze before settling his eyes on mine. He stares at me blankly for a while before greeting me; “Hello.”
I glare at him, not really wanting to talk to him at all. But I sigh, roll my eyes, and give up. This isn't the time, I remind myself. He's probably searching for someone too. Better yet, he's probably seen my person. I walk towards him, and he tries approaching me. He takes a step forward before deciding to stay put. His balance is probably whacked up by the whiteout, and I'm already in front of him anyway.
“How'd you die?” are the first words out of my mouth. Eloquent, I know.
He narrows his eyes for a moment before looking around him again. “This is... hell?”
Cute. He thinks he's in hell. I scoff at him. “Does it look like you're in hell?”
He just shakes his head and says, “I shouldn't be here...”
Wow. Even the perfect little princess has regrets.
He stares at me then, unamused. That's when I realize that I've said all that out loud. Oh. Whoops. Whatever.
“Have you seen Sasori no danna?”
“I just got here.”
Oh yeah... “Well, on your way here, then? Did you see him?”
He furrows his brow. “I... don't know. I can't remember.”
Wonderful. Another useless soul. What a waste of my life.... afterlife. This is the afterlife, isn't it? I turn around and am about to leave when he suddenly grabs my arm and asks;
“Have... Have you seen Sasuke... here?”
I turn my head and look at him; for real, this time.. He's a lot different than what I remembered him to be. His face was always like a stone. There was nothing on it. Blank. Impossibly perfect, always impossibly perfect. And now...
He looks... exhausted. Vulnerable. Weak. He's not the same person I knew. I'm not really sure if it's the same person anymore. How did he die again?
His hand around my arm squeezes, urgently. “Have you seen Sasuke?” he asks again.
I give him a long, hard stare. “No,” I say, and I feel his hand loosen from my arm. “I haven't.” His hands drops to his side again.
He smiles at me, and it surprises me. I don't let him know that. I just watch as he starts to grow transparent again.
“Thank you,” he says to me, just before he disappears from sight.
In a moment, there's no trace of him there. He's gone. I wave my hand in the space he was in just a few seconds ago, and there's nothing there.
I sigh loudly and plop down, collecting my face in my hands and shaking my head. “Great. I got here first, and he gets to have his peace fist. How the hell is that fair?”
“Nothing is ever fair.”
I snap my head up and look behind me.
The man behind me just stands there.
I feel myself staring back at him.
“This fucking sucks. I hate this stupid shit. God....”
I know who it is, but... “...Hidan?”
“Yeah? What. You got somethin' to say? Just fucking say it, I've heard it all already. Fucking hell, man...”
All that comes out of my mouth is: “Where's your head?”
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Read the revised version here.