fade
Title: Fade
Genre: Angst/Horror
Pairings: ItaHina
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Itachi sleeps, and Hinata waits.
Notes: Cross-posted to Fanfiction.net - may also end up in an LJ com, if I feel like it.
Fade
reality is what you make of it
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Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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“No!” A whisper, the fiercest Hyuuga Hinata has ever been and ever will be. Her hands are crossed over a still chest, green chakra leaking from her pores. She feeds it into his body, forcing his heart to beat, his lungs to breathe, his brain to click into place -
But there’s only so much you can do for a corpse once its dead.
“You’re not allowed to do this.” Hinata tells him, and presses her hands harder against his chest (that way she can pretend its still warm -)
A sob claws its way out of her lungs, but that’s alright - its just like always, with only Itachi hear to listen to his little student cry (she conveniently forgets about Sasuke collapsed on his other side, an almost perfect mirror).
But he never cared when she cried before, so why should he care now?
Hinata lets out an echoing scream as her hope shatters. Her small fists rain unnecessary blows down upon Itachi’s body (thats all he is now), much more reminiscent of a hysteric child than a powerful kunoichi.
Against his blank, gazing eyes she curls in on herself, the walls of her reality falling like pieces of glass around her. Her hands fist in her dark bangs, tearing out a few of the precious silken strands.
Reality is what you make of it, he’d once told her. If that was true, then he wasn’t dead - and she had nothing cry about. Her damp eyes flutter open, and she can see, just vaguely, that he looks peaceful. Tremulously, she reaches out to gently close his eyes. There, that’s better - he could be sleeping. Her smile is like the sun after a storm, and she leans forward to place a gentle kiss on his soft (cold) lips.
Hinata curls her knees up to his side, rests her head on his chest, and waits for Uchiha Itachi to wake.
Genre: Angst/Horror
Pairings: ItaHina
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Itachi sleeps, and Hinata waits.
Notes: Cross-posted to Fanfiction.net - may also end up in an LJ com, if I feel like it.
Fade
reality is what you make of it
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
“No!” A whisper, the fiercest Hyuuga Hinata has ever been and ever will be. Her hands are crossed over a still chest, green chakra leaking from her pores. She feeds it into his body, forcing his heart to beat, his lungs to breathe, his brain to click into place -
But there’s only so much you can do for a corpse once its dead.
“You’re not allowed to do this.” Hinata tells him, and presses her hands harder against his chest (that way she can pretend its still warm -)
A sob claws its way out of her lungs, but that’s alright - its just like always, with only Itachi hear to listen to his little student cry (she conveniently forgets about Sasuke collapsed on his other side, an almost perfect mirror).
But he never cared when she cried before, so why should he care now?
Hinata lets out an echoing scream as her hope shatters. Her small fists rain unnecessary blows down upon Itachi’s body (thats all he is now), much more reminiscent of a hysteric child than a powerful kunoichi.
Against his blank, gazing eyes she curls in on herself, the walls of her reality falling like pieces of glass around her. Her hands fist in her dark bangs, tearing out a few of the precious silken strands.
Reality is what you make of it, he’d once told her. If that was true, then he wasn’t dead - and she had nothing cry about. Her damp eyes flutter open, and she can see, just vaguely, that he looks peaceful. Tremulously, she reaches out to gently close his eyes. There, that’s better - he could be sleeping. Her smile is like the sun after a storm, and she leans forward to place a gentle kiss on his soft (cold) lips.
Hinata curls her knees up to his side, rests her head on his chest, and waits for Uchiha Itachi to wake.