Adder stone [drabble]
Title: Adder stone
Characters: Yugito, Nibi
Words: 357
Summary: Character study. The relationship between Yugito and the Two-Tails.
What first occurred to her when she thought about the way the nekomata's mind worked was a cat unraveling a ball of wool.
The demon’s consciousness was, so it seemed, many layered. It reflected the designs of its own maze-like brain and again mused on the way it cogitated. Something that made her feel like she was standing in a hall of mirrors, a place where she saw her own reflection far too often, looked and looked until she lost all sense of orientation.
It began winding trains of thoughts, lost interest, picked them up again only to interweave them with others.
The thing was never tame. She knew that now, had known since she was old enough to comprehend at all. A being so utterly unlike the Eight-Tails that at times she found it hard to grip.
“My brother is broken.” the demon whispered as it enclosed her in its blue, burning form. “Adopting the feeble ways of man.”
She dreamed these days and it were not her own thoughts that wandered. Strange visions of deep caverns and sulphurous fires, forests in the hours before dawn and eyes in the almost dark.
She remembered being a girl, young and overfull with unfocused anticipation as its scorn sang through her, recalled being with a man for the first time and felt the Nibi’s excitement burn virulent like a bush fire.
The demon took pleasure in her struggling, the way all of it was vain not unlike the grappling of a blackbird caught in some net, the threat tightening the more it fought against its grip.
These days the cat’s impish smugness coursed in her veins as Hidan pinned her under him.
She woke up and was five years old again, cradling a hag stone, chanting useless phrases under her breath that were not quite a prayer.
They came by the sea and as she picked up the black mineral, held it up against the sun, so the light would filter through the hole in its middle, all that was in her heart was laughter. Mockery that was frighteningly close to being her own.
Characters: Yugito, Nibi
Words: 357
Summary: Character study. The relationship between Yugito and the Two-Tails.
What first occurred to her when she thought about the way the nekomata's mind worked was a cat unraveling a ball of wool.
The demon’s consciousness was, so it seemed, many layered. It reflected the designs of its own maze-like brain and again mused on the way it cogitated. Something that made her feel like she was standing in a hall of mirrors, a place where she saw her own reflection far too often, looked and looked until she lost all sense of orientation.
It began winding trains of thoughts, lost interest, picked them up again only to interweave them with others.
The thing was never tame. She knew that now, had known since she was old enough to comprehend at all. A being so utterly unlike the Eight-Tails that at times she found it hard to grip.
“My brother is broken.” the demon whispered as it enclosed her in its blue, burning form. “Adopting the feeble ways of man.”
She dreamed these days and it were not her own thoughts that wandered. Strange visions of deep caverns and sulphurous fires, forests in the hours before dawn and eyes in the almost dark.
She remembered being a girl, young and overfull with unfocused anticipation as its scorn sang through her, recalled being with a man for the first time and felt the Nibi’s excitement burn virulent like a bush fire.
The demon took pleasure in her struggling, the way all of it was vain not unlike the grappling of a blackbird caught in some net, the threat tightening the more it fought against its grip.
These days the cat’s impish smugness coursed in her veins as Hidan pinned her under him.
She woke up and was five years old again, cradling a hag stone, chanting useless phrases under her breath that were not quite a prayer.
They came by the sea and as she picked up the black mineral, held it up against the sun, so the light would filter through the hole in its middle, all that was in her heart was laughter. Mockery that was frighteningly close to being her own.