A Taka fanfic? That I wrote? Holy Hellborn Snowballs, Batman!
I know, it's out-of-character for me, and everyone is probably "WTF"ing. But, yeah, it's true. I wrote a fic about one of the members of Taka, Juugo. Strange, yes, seeing the stigma I have for them and Sasuke (which, while I still hate Sasuke for his actions/god-mode powers/etc) and Karin, because she's a two-dimensional character whose only skill is being a whore (I hate Shiho for this same reason. There are already fangirls existing in real life--we don't need fangirls in the actual canon.), I'm actually finding myself becoming more tolerant of Suigetsu and Juugo.
Hell, in a small writing the other day with Neko, I found myself playing a blind, weakened Sasuke. Take that in for a second. Me. Writing as Sasuke.
Maybe I've finally come to terms with it all. Maybe.
Well, without further ado...here is....
Title: Crooked Smile
Rating: PG
Character: Juugo
Fandom: Naruto
Word Count: 300
Summary: A view into a silent madness. Written for the community naruto_contest, with the theme Smirk.
He'd always feel the shift.
Pulling at his mouth, feeling his face rearrange into an obscene sort of smile; signaling the transformation as the rest of his psyche displaced itself; leaving nothing but his mind in its most feral state. Insanity screamed at him; blistering through his mind in a fire-streamed cacaphony as he tore at anything that had the misfortune of being within reach of hand or sight. The power burned down his veins; a white-hot fury that drowned all else, blocking all sensation except that which favored the rampage. It was what completed him, what empowered him, what gave him force to live...
And what terrified him beyond all else.
It was this power, unbridled, that had driven him here. This unabashed thirst for blood, so mercurial in its manifestations, that had made him bow at the feet of the Snake; wishing only to find a cure for this madness, that permeated every inch of him--hiding in every pore, every bone, every cell. It was the line of corpses behind him; victims of his curse--that had driven him into the darkness, hiding himself away in a cell in the Serpent's lair, locking his existence away from all others, so that another corpse would not litter his path.
Only one thing had ever given him peace. A boy, looking as if he were born from camellia petals, beautiful and strong, yet fragile and fleeting. The boy had calmed his mind, allowed him clarity; albeit transient, as the boy soon withered and fell, like a flower at first frost. Robbed of his one "cure", he retreated into the darkness once more.
He'd wait, as his mouth began to pull, the only sign of the onset of his transmogrification. His only warning, before consciousness drowns, sanity retreats, and all becomes nightmare.
Hell, in a small writing the other day with Neko, I found myself playing a blind, weakened Sasuke. Take that in for a second. Me. Writing as Sasuke.
Maybe I've finally come to terms with it all. Maybe.
Well, without further ado...here is....
Title: Crooked Smile
Rating: PG
Character: Juugo
Fandom: Naruto
Word Count: 300
Summary: A view into a silent madness. Written for the community naruto_contest, with the theme Smirk.
He'd always feel the shift.
Pulling at his mouth, feeling his face rearrange into an obscene sort of smile; signaling the transformation as the rest of his psyche displaced itself; leaving nothing but his mind in its most feral state. Insanity screamed at him; blistering through his mind in a fire-streamed cacaphony as he tore at anything that had the misfortune of being within reach of hand or sight. The power burned down his veins; a white-hot fury that drowned all else, blocking all sensation except that which favored the rampage. It was what completed him, what empowered him, what gave him force to live...
And what terrified him beyond all else.
It was this power, unbridled, that had driven him here. This unabashed thirst for blood, so mercurial in its manifestations, that had made him bow at the feet of the Snake; wishing only to find a cure for this madness, that permeated every inch of him--hiding in every pore, every bone, every cell. It was the line of corpses behind him; victims of his curse--that had driven him into the darkness, hiding himself away in a cell in the Serpent's lair, locking his existence away from all others, so that another corpse would not litter his path.
Only one thing had ever given him peace. A boy, looking as if he were born from camellia petals, beautiful and strong, yet fragile and fleeting. The boy had calmed his mind, allowed him clarity; albeit transient, as the boy soon withered and fell, like a flower at first frost. Robbed of his one "cure", he retreated into the darkness once more.
He'd wait, as his mouth began to pull, the only sign of the onset of his transmogrification. His only warning, before consciousness drowns, sanity retreats, and all becomes nightmare.