Dream 001: from the rooftops
Konan is in a garden. This is wrong, this is not Amegakure. The trees of Ame have shriveled, fish are full of chemical holes, the river is a trickle of rust. Hanzou poisoned the groundwater.
Coalition forces against him burnt the hillsides away. Their gang torched the bogs soon after, trying to flush out his divers. Poured linseed oil into the water and struck the match.
Green all around her, this is not Amegakure.
Konoha, the treeline. Uzumaki has not come, the Konoha reinforcements have triangulated and she is forced to the ground. The kunoichi cuts easily, hooks her kunai up under Konan's chin and knotches the bone, so sharp she barely feels it.
Konan bleeds down her cloak, down the thin clothes she wears under, her fingers are slick with blood. Her throat is cut and gapes open. The sun breaks through the clouds.
Konoha rises out of the dust, her eyes are drawn high. Where is Nagato? Not here, she thinks.
Instead it's Yahiko, running up the sides of the buildings and jumping from terrace to roof, scaling the spire of the Hokage's tower. The sun behind him and he's a flickering shadow of fire. Sickly warm pins and needles in her fingers, blood loss, Yahiko's head turns. He walks to the edge of the tower and she sees him.
He sees her.
They are in the same time and place.
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[Konan wakes up in an unfamiliar bed and a strange, humid room that she gradually remembers as being in Mist. She looks tiredly at the ceiling, a foreign style of crossbeams, a cloudy night ouside the window. Closes her eyes and wonders if Yahiko looked at her with anger. Or did he smile? One thing is certain, he knew about Deva Pain and what she had done.]
Coalition forces against him burnt the hillsides away. Their gang torched the bogs soon after, trying to flush out his divers. Poured linseed oil into the water and struck the match.
Green all around her, this is not Amegakure.
Konoha, the treeline. Uzumaki has not come, the Konoha reinforcements have triangulated and she is forced to the ground. The kunoichi cuts easily, hooks her kunai up under Konan's chin and knotches the bone, so sharp she barely feels it.
Konan bleeds down her cloak, down the thin clothes she wears under, her fingers are slick with blood. Her throat is cut and gapes open. The sun breaks through the clouds.
Konoha rises out of the dust, her eyes are drawn high. Where is Nagato? Not here, she thinks.
Instead it's Yahiko, running up the sides of the buildings and jumping from terrace to roof, scaling the spire of the Hokage's tower. The sun behind him and he's a flickering shadow of fire. Sickly warm pins and needles in her fingers, blood loss, Yahiko's head turns. He walks to the edge of the tower and she sees him.
He sees her.
They are in the same time and place.
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[Konan wakes up in an unfamiliar bed and a strange, humid room that she gradually remembers as being in Mist. She looks tiredly at the ceiling, a foreign style of crossbeams, a cloudy night ouside the window. Closes her eyes and wonders if Yahiko looked at her with anger. Or did he smile? One thing is certain, he knew about Deva Pain and what she had done.]