Naruto fan fiction
Genre: drabble, character study
Rating: PG-13 (T)
Characters: Akatsuki, (Zetsu and Madara/Tobi share one)
Pairings: Konan/Pein, Deidara/Sasori
Word Count: 500 exactly
Summary: The self-possessed, the outcasted.
Notes: Each character is allotted exactly 50 words (well, Zetsu and M each get 25, as hinted at above). Written for hieronymousb’s birthday. Have a spectacular one, love! :D
Today has already witnessed the birth of Akatsuki; the first rays—
(glisten in her hair; dusk into dawn).
Today, her eyes join his looking out, and together they observe the cityscape. This is where I will stand, she says; till time ends, till the sun sets back into our hands.
bodies in his collection.
the day Deidara gives up his. (Sasori sews death beside Deidara’s heart.) Would you kill me or love me? question Deidara’s eyes. The words out of his mouth are another story.
Deidara? His. Deidara’s possessions? …His.
For the first time, Sasori owns himself.
To orchestrate mangekyou, its user must be strong enough to withstand his own illusions. Every time he pulls Sasuke into nightmares, Itachi relives That Night—colored by Sasuke’s terror, but it is all Itachi has; alone he doesn’t recall very much at all.
It’s always been about remembering the pain.
Every time Deidara forces Sasori to second-guess, to blink, Sasori is less perfect. Hesitations are small victories, and Deidara safekeeps them like stones in a basket, waiting for the day Sasori is not-so-great (or rather, Deidara is greater).
This is a game of self-possession, and in these Deidara always wins.
Black white black white (but no grey; you are the grey one, old and treacherous). “How can you tell if it’s sunrise or sunset? They’re the same (the colors are the same)—”
You become the one to raise it;
the one to tear it down.
(Such a crooked smile!)
Kakuzu keeps what he calls a practical collection. Bills from the Fire Country, crafted from red bark that curls like tongues of flame, strings of shell slivers from the islands. (Two will pay for a meal, but only one will buy a swordsman-for-hire. Kakuzu needs neither and keeps the tender.)
It’s not a lie, Itachi-san. And it’s not a delusion. The swordsman who is ready to fight is always the strongest swordsman. And I am always ready to fight.
Hundreds of shinobi are stronger than I. But are they here, right now, fighting me? No.
So are you ready, Itachi-san?
Hidan has only his faith and a body blessed with the blood of angels with which to serve his God. He spits contempt at his partner for puerile attachment to material goods. Kakuzu simply shrugs, and Hidan goes hungry.
(He can win every fight, but he will lose every peace.)
“Pein is invincible.” Assured.
Not blind to danger—never. Before all else is the recognition that God is mortal. One day, they both will be killed (and they will be killed; God cannot die unless another’s hands contrive against Him). But they will not be beaten.
Then comes the dusk.
13 August 2008 - 6 October 2008
AN: I sincerely hope that I could not possibly have screwed anyone’s characterizations over too badly in all of fifty words. But, you know, it’s always possible. Personally, I think Itachi and Kisame got fucked over, but eh.
Pein not featured because the doodler is incapable of drawing things that are not girls, or do not look enough like one such that the differences in character design are negligible. :F