"Last Words" (Naruto, Yondaime Hokage [Namikaze Minato] x Uchiha Shisui, #14)
Title: "Last Words"
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #14, radio-cassette player
Rating: K
Word Count: 965
Notes: For the_lady_lamb and fujiwara_san. Very very AU. This is totally not influenced by Koizora, totally.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
Shisui shifted the gear into park and stared out of the windshield. She swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat to no avail. Her heart began to race once more, but she held her breath in an attempt to control its pace.
There was nothing but the sound of her breathing and the cooling radiator in the dark interior of her car. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against her folded arms on the steering wheel. Instantly, his face appeared in her mind's eye and she opened her eyes, not wanting to see him. "Go away," she pleaded. Met with silence, she unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed the small music device and its headphones. She opened the door and stepped out into the starry Indian Summer night.
She heard the river flowing ever onwards and breathed in the strong scent of the onion grass. She knew that ten feet before her her the ground sloped downwards at a forty-five degree angle for six feet and met the river that was four feet deep at its center. A warm breeze wrapped itself around her, fingering her hair like a lover. It was shorter now than she had ever had it. But even still, Shisui couldn't feel the wound on her heart healing.
Her fingers tightened around the radio-cassette player. It was an obsolete machine, battered and well-loved. It was - had been - his, but he had left it for her.
Shisui clenched her jaw. In the year that had passed since Minato left (forever) she had never once listened to the tape inside of it, hadn't even brought the player out until tonight, but she knew what was in it. The tape had only ever been removed to flip it over for the other side to play.
It was a recording of a play they had been in when they were no more than children.
A boy and a girl transported to a strange land and their adventures there. Nonsense, really, but it had been fun - as their many recorded giggles attested. Laughter had suited Minato so perfectly. Even as he had grown, as his laughter deepened it tones as his voice changed, it was still light and contagious.
Shisui only laughed with him.
She raised her arm to throw the device but the soft footsteps to her left stopped her. Itachi emerged under the moonlight, his own car parked several feet behind him. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked.
She felt her will waver with her heart. "He gave it to me, so it is mine to do with as I please."
"But did you do as he wanted you to?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The tape inside of it - did you listen to it?"
She narrowed her eyes. "What's it to you?"
He sighed, vaguely annoyed. "If you had listened to it I don't think you'd be acting this way."
"It's a tape from when we were little. I've heard it before, in addition to having been present for its recording."
He watched her, expression blank, but his eyes shining. "Is it really?"
Something in his tone made her doubtful. "It was all he ever kept in this old thing."
"Habits can change."
"So what, you listened to it one time while I wasn't around? Is that it? That's trespassing and using private prop-"
"You should listen to it."
"Stop talking like him!" she burst out, shocked at herself.
"Isn't that what you wanted me to be, though?" Itachi asked after a brief pause. "A replacement for your dead lover?"
"No!"
"Then why haven't you listened to the tape?"
Shisui had no reply and looked at the scratched-covered black prism in her hand, memories creeping closer to the forefront of her mind. Itachi sighed again and walked towards her, put the cheap headphones over her ears and pressed the 'play' button. She attempted to get away, but he held her in place. She glared at him as Minato's voice, weak with the disease that took his life met her ears.
"Shisui, I hope you don't cry for me," the voice that she heard in her dreams every night spoke. "Your tears always make me feel so powerless, partly because you're so strong you don't need to shed them often. And not being able to wipe them from your eyes... I could never rest in peace."
She shook her head to shake free of the headphones and tried to step away from Itachi, but he held her head soundly between his hands.
"You just left - my lips are still tingling from out kiss," Minato laughed and began coughing. It made her flinch, and she fought the urge to reach to her right to pour a cup of water as she had done for him all those times in the hospital. "You always were a good kisser, you know. Do you remember out first kiss? I do. Like it was yest-"
Shisui clawed at Itachi's hands and ripped off the headphones. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded.
"Because you need to hear it."
"I've head enough!"
"You're refusing to listen to the the last words of the man you love?"
"Yes! Because, if I hear them, then-" she choked out, unable to hold back a year's worth of mourning any longer, "then it means he's really gone. That he won't be coming back. That I'll never see him again!" She fisted her hands in his light jacket and sank to her knees, chest heaving as she sobbed.
Itachi stood there silently, watching her for several minutes before he crouched down to look her in the eye. He lifted her hands and folded her fingers around the player. "Then you are a even bigger fool than he was."
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #14, radio-cassette player
Rating: K
Word Count: 965
Notes: For the_lady_lamb and fujiwara_san. Very very AU. This is totally not influenced by Koizora, totally.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
Shisui shifted the gear into park and stared out of the windshield. She swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat to no avail. Her heart began to race once more, but she held her breath in an attempt to control its pace.
There was nothing but the sound of her breathing and the cooling radiator in the dark interior of her car. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against her folded arms on the steering wheel. Instantly, his face appeared in her mind's eye and she opened her eyes, not wanting to see him. "Go away," she pleaded. Met with silence, she unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed the small music device and its headphones. She opened the door and stepped out into the starry Indian Summer night.
She heard the river flowing ever onwards and breathed in the strong scent of the onion grass. She knew that ten feet before her her the ground sloped downwards at a forty-five degree angle for six feet and met the river that was four feet deep at its center. A warm breeze wrapped itself around her, fingering her hair like a lover. It was shorter now than she had ever had it. But even still, Shisui couldn't feel the wound on her heart healing.
Her fingers tightened around the radio-cassette player. It was an obsolete machine, battered and well-loved. It was - had been - his, but he had left it for her.
Shisui clenched her jaw. In the year that had passed since Minato left (forever) she had never once listened to the tape inside of it, hadn't even brought the player out until tonight, but she knew what was in it. The tape had only ever been removed to flip it over for the other side to play.
It was a recording of a play they had been in when they were no more than children.
A boy and a girl transported to a strange land and their adventures there. Nonsense, really, but it had been fun - as their many recorded giggles attested. Laughter had suited Minato so perfectly. Even as he had grown, as his laughter deepened it tones as his voice changed, it was still light and contagious.
Shisui only laughed with him.
She raised her arm to throw the device but the soft footsteps to her left stopped her. Itachi emerged under the moonlight, his own car parked several feet behind him. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked.
She felt her will waver with her heart. "He gave it to me, so it is mine to do with as I please."
"But did you do as he wanted you to?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The tape inside of it - did you listen to it?"
She narrowed her eyes. "What's it to you?"
He sighed, vaguely annoyed. "If you had listened to it I don't think you'd be acting this way."
"It's a tape from when we were little. I've heard it before, in addition to having been present for its recording."
He watched her, expression blank, but his eyes shining. "Is it really?"
Something in his tone made her doubtful. "It was all he ever kept in this old thing."
"Habits can change."
"So what, you listened to it one time while I wasn't around? Is that it? That's trespassing and using private prop-"
"You should listen to it."
"Stop talking like him!" she burst out, shocked at herself.
"Isn't that what you wanted me to be, though?" Itachi asked after a brief pause. "A replacement for your dead lover?"
"No!"
"Then why haven't you listened to the tape?"
Shisui had no reply and looked at the scratched-covered black prism in her hand, memories creeping closer to the forefront of her mind. Itachi sighed again and walked towards her, put the cheap headphones over her ears and pressed the 'play' button. She attempted to get away, but he held her in place. She glared at him as Minato's voice, weak with the disease that took his life met her ears.
"Shisui, I hope you don't cry for me," the voice that she heard in her dreams every night spoke. "Your tears always make me feel so powerless, partly because you're so strong you don't need to shed them often. And not being able to wipe them from your eyes... I could never rest in peace."
She shook her head to shake free of the headphones and tried to step away from Itachi, but he held her head soundly between his hands.
"You just left - my lips are still tingling from out kiss," Minato laughed and began coughing. It made her flinch, and she fought the urge to reach to her right to pour a cup of water as she had done for him all those times in the hospital. "You always were a good kisser, you know. Do you remember out first kiss? I do. Like it was yest-"
Shisui clawed at Itachi's hands and ripped off the headphones. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded.
"Because you need to hear it."
"I've head enough!"
"You're refusing to listen to the the last words of the man you love?"
"Yes! Because, if I hear them, then-" she choked out, unable to hold back a year's worth of mourning any longer, "then it means he's really gone. That he won't be coming back. That I'll never see him again!" She fisted her hands in his light jacket and sank to her knees, chest heaving as she sobbed.
Itachi stood there silently, watching her for several minutes before he crouched down to look her in the eye. He lifted her hands and folded her fingers around the player. "Then you are a even bigger fool than he was."