Happy New Year
Title: The First of Everything
Words: 336
Rating: K
Blazing. Bright. Eternal.
Like a star gone supernova. The flash of white light burned her eyes and seared through bones and veins, rocketing to clenched fist. Grasping fingers curled around air. The mint tips turned neon in the glory blaze. Like a dam bursting forth, or a torrent roiling over with a thousand horrible things.
Everything felt so fragile. So delicate that even a sparrow’s heartbeat could shatter the world like nothing more than thin glass. It was so beautiful that Sakura could cry. She had the perfect movement. Neon scorched the air in a smooth arch. Suspended. Gliding.
She saw it all in that frozen prism of time. If she had tears they would have melted into molten streams. Hardened into glass. Rocks. Diamonds. A thousand eons passed within the second Sakura drew her breath. Convulsion. The joints of her body buckled, rebelled, from barely contained power. Painful reverberations hurtled through heart, ribs, and flesh.
Then contact. Fist tightened meeting the earth. Time stood still.
Release. Chakra rocketed through the veins. Time expanded.
Explosion.
Eruption of rock and debris, heat and power, and might. When the earth stops churning over with terrible wrenching coughs, the ground upheaves its stomach, spilling out all rock and dust. Until nothing is left, and what used to be the ground becomes as empty as the sky.
And he-He-was breathless from the beauty. Astonished, with lungs stunned into submission.
She was breathless from the exertion.
“Found you, Sensei.”
Kakashi could see everything with his sharingan eye. He doesn't know when she learned this joy. But he understands, with intimacy, the almighty pleasure that comes from executing a perfected technique. Even when it renders the body with pain, cracking bones and sinew, the exchange is satisfaction. Amenity. The lack of pain. Within the one second Sakura punched the ground, he could follow her move for move, and nearly feel what she felt. His heart ached with the perfection. Agnate. They were one.
Intimacy-wise, it was the first of everything.
Words: 336
Rating: K
Blazing. Bright. Eternal.
Like a star gone supernova. The flash of white light burned her eyes and seared through bones and veins, rocketing to clenched fist. Grasping fingers curled around air. The mint tips turned neon in the glory blaze. Like a dam bursting forth, or a torrent roiling over with a thousand horrible things.
Everything felt so fragile. So delicate that even a sparrow’s heartbeat could shatter the world like nothing more than thin glass. It was so beautiful that Sakura could cry. She had the perfect movement. Neon scorched the air in a smooth arch. Suspended. Gliding.
She saw it all in that frozen prism of time. If she had tears they would have melted into molten streams. Hardened into glass. Rocks. Diamonds. A thousand eons passed within the second Sakura drew her breath. Convulsion. The joints of her body buckled, rebelled, from barely contained power. Painful reverberations hurtled through heart, ribs, and flesh.
Then contact. Fist tightened meeting the earth. Time stood still.
Release. Chakra rocketed through the veins. Time expanded.
Explosion.
Eruption of rock and debris, heat and power, and might. When the earth stops churning over with terrible wrenching coughs, the ground upheaves its stomach, spilling out all rock and dust. Until nothing is left, and what used to be the ground becomes as empty as the sky.
And he-He-was breathless from the beauty. Astonished, with lungs stunned into submission.
She was breathless from the exertion.
“Found you, Sensei.”
Kakashi could see everything with his sharingan eye. He doesn't know when she learned this joy. But he understands, with intimacy, the almighty pleasure that comes from executing a perfected technique. Even when it renders the body with pain, cracking bones and sinew, the exchange is satisfaction. Amenity. The lack of pain. Within the one second Sakura punched the ground, he could follow her move for move, and nearly feel what she felt. His heart ached with the perfection. Agnate. They were one.
Intimacy-wise, it was the first of everything.