Dream ЖЖ 006
{ooc: Dream includes an AMV not made by myself. Should the link ever die, I have the video saved and will reupload it. And skip the opening. Fast forward to 0:25.}
The visions are strong.
Memories flutter through his mind like butterflies, soft and elusive, yet hypnotizing in their enchantment, as he stares up into the sky, rain falling onto his eyes that can no longer see. His fingers twitch, the sensation of the skin he had just touched still there against them.
The memories should hurt. Some of them should hurt so badly he wishes he could burn them away, so all he has to know they existed are the ashes and the phantom pain that will never go away--but hopes that he can convince himself it does not exist because the cause no longer exists.
But something is missing.
Something is always missing.
Everything has faded, sound, light, sense of touch. It is as if the ground has dropped away and the world no longer exists. But he can still see those wide dark eyes staring at him in shock. Whose are they? Perhaps he should feel more concerned about this, but he's not.
Something is missing.
He wonders if he's lost himself and never noticed, never thought of the absence of his conscience as it faded away into nothing--never questioned his actions as right or wrong, just necessary. He can almost remember the faces, the screams, the tears, the uncertainty. But it all seems gone now. Nothing else matters as he had finally accomplished what he set out to do, paid his penance, and he should be satisfied, at peace, happy.
Those feelings would mean nothing even if he could feel them. What good could they do him now? What good would they do him? He who deserves so much more... Who is "he"...?
"Sorry, Sasuke...there won't be a next time."
Something is missing....but he doesn't care. He can't...feel anything anymore.... There's nothing there...even though...his mind...tells him there...should be... Maybe? Yes...something... Someone...is there... But then...it's...gone...
Ev...
er...
y...
th...
ing...
is.........................
gone
[Itachi awakens, slowly, and the Hitomi is set so that only his face is visible. His eyelids flutter and his hand reaches out. He stares at it for a moment, as if ensuring that it is there, proving to himself that what he saw was only a dream. He wonders why he envisioned that, why on this day of all days. It makes no sense, and yet makes all the sense in the world that his mind would finally conjure up its own version of his final moments.
No...it was more than that. The feel of his fingers against Sasuke's brow, the cold of the rain, the numb feeling of everything fading, even as his mind continued to think--although his thoughts grayed and rambled on as it began to fall away just as everything else--it was too surreal, and yet too real. How could it be anything but what it seemed to be?
His death.
He reaches out to the side table and grabs his Hitomi from where it sits, screen focused on him. The screen goes black.]
The visions are strong.
Memories flutter through his mind like butterflies, soft and elusive, yet hypnotizing in their enchantment, as he stares up into the sky, rain falling onto his eyes that can no longer see. His fingers twitch, the sensation of the skin he had just touched still there against them.
The memories should hurt. Some of them should hurt so badly he wishes he could burn them away, so all he has to know they existed are the ashes and the phantom pain that will never go away--but hopes that he can convince himself it does not exist because the cause no longer exists.
But something is missing.
Something is always missing.
Click to viewEverything has faded, sound, light, sense of touch. It is as if the ground has dropped away and the world no longer exists. But he can still see those wide dark eyes staring at him in shock. Whose are they? Perhaps he should feel more concerned about this, but he's not.
Something is missing.
He wonders if he's lost himself and never noticed, never thought of the absence of his conscience as it faded away into nothing--never questioned his actions as right or wrong, just necessary. He can almost remember the faces, the screams, the tears, the uncertainty. But it all seems gone now. Nothing else matters as he had finally accomplished what he set out to do, paid his penance, and he should be satisfied, at peace, happy.
Those feelings would mean nothing even if he could feel them. What good could they do him now? What good would they do him? He who deserves so much more... Who is "he"...?
"Sorry, Sasuke...there won't be a next time."
Something is missing....but he doesn't care. He can't...feel anything anymore.... There's nothing there...even though...his mind...tells him there...should be... Maybe? Yes...something... Someone...is there... But then...it's...gone...
Ev...
er...
y...
th...
ing...
is.........................
gone
[Itachi awakens, slowly, and the Hitomi is set so that only his face is visible. His eyelids flutter and his hand reaches out. He stares at it for a moment, as if ensuring that it is there, proving to himself that what he saw was only a dream. He wonders why he envisioned that, why on this day of all days. It makes no sense, and yet makes all the sense in the world that his mind would finally conjure up its own version of his final moments.
No...it was more than that. The feel of his fingers against Sasuke's brow, the cold of the rain, the numb feeling of everything fading, even as his mind continued to think--although his thoughts grayed and rambled on as it began to fall away just as everything else--it was too surreal, and yet too real. How could it be anything but what it seemed to be?
His death.
He reaches out to the side table and grabs his Hitomi from where it sits, screen focused on him. The screen goes black.]