[fic] life had just begun
Erk, this is my first time posting to this comm, so first of all, hi everybody! Glad to be here :) Second of all, I apologize immensely if I somehow did this post wrong or trespassed a major rule. >_> Just tell me and I'll fix it right away.
Title: life had just begun
^teehee guess what song is stuck in my head
Rating: G. so G that it almost hurts me.
Length: not sure but think extremely short drabble
Brief Summary: moments after a drowning that can be frightening. you can guess what beaten-to-death scene i'm using in this one xD
Hope you enjoy!
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in just a few minutes, a serenity fell over once panic-stricken eyes. one last pocket of air floated to the the surface and joined his brethren in a solemn impromptu funeral.
there was something unexpectedly commonplace about his murder, as if it were a small passing of the wind. itachi hoisted shisui's limp body from the water as easily as he would've strung up wet laundry to dry. his body, not yet waterlogged, was surprisingly light and hollow, yet itachi could not even lift his legs out of the water. what happened to the strength he had been collecting over the past year?
the normalcy of shisui's death disturbed him. the ease with which he took him out like a d-rank enemy disappointed him. shisui's own cold lips - now blue for lack of blood - shook him so badly he thought he would cry at the mere thought.
he let shisui sink until all but his face was submerged beneath the murky water. this is perhaps the look that suited shisui best, after all - eyes shut, lips slightly parted, hair floating in elegant halos around his head. the reflection of narcissus gazing at the beauty of his own face, as itachi ignores the cries and echoes of those faded ghosts, those who lament. he had loved shisui as he loved himself - more than he loved himself. such beauty begot such beauty, such beauty destroyed such beauty, in the form of boys with too much blood pumping through iron-clad veins.
and yet, staring at shisui's still-flushed cheeks, itachi felt like the ugliest creature on earth.
he bent down and kissed the dead boy's lips, as blue and sweet as an iris. he kissed him, breathed him in, eagerly, desperately, because he could love himself no other way. and then shisui disappeared beneath the current of the nakano without so much as a minor disturbance.
Title: life had just begun
^teehee guess what song is stuck in my head
Rating: G. so G that it almost hurts me.
Length: not sure but think extremely short drabble
Brief Summary: moments after a drowning that can be frightening. you can guess what beaten-to-death scene i'm using in this one xD
Hope you enjoy!
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in just a few minutes, a serenity fell over once panic-stricken eyes. one last pocket of air floated to the the surface and joined his brethren in a solemn impromptu funeral.
there was something unexpectedly commonplace about his murder, as if it were a small passing of the wind. itachi hoisted shisui's limp body from the water as easily as he would've strung up wet laundry to dry. his body, not yet waterlogged, was surprisingly light and hollow, yet itachi could not even lift his legs out of the water. what happened to the strength he had been collecting over the past year?
the normalcy of shisui's death disturbed him. the ease with which he took him out like a d-rank enemy disappointed him. shisui's own cold lips - now blue for lack of blood - shook him so badly he thought he would cry at the mere thought.
he let shisui sink until all but his face was submerged beneath the murky water. this is perhaps the look that suited shisui best, after all - eyes shut, lips slightly parted, hair floating in elegant halos around his head. the reflection of narcissus gazing at the beauty of his own face, as itachi ignores the cries and echoes of those faded ghosts, those who lament. he had loved shisui as he loved himself - more than he loved himself. such beauty begot such beauty, such beauty destroyed such beauty, in the form of boys with too much blood pumping through iron-clad veins.
and yet, staring at shisui's still-flushed cheeks, itachi felt like the ugliest creature on earth.
he bent down and kissed the dead boy's lips, as blue and sweet as an iris. he kissed him, breathed him in, eagerly, desperately, because he could love himself no other way. and then shisui disappeared beneath the current of the nakano without so much as a minor disturbance.