Ficlet: Circle
Summary: Minato watched the little red drop fall on the dirt as if in slow motion.
Disclaimer: Naruto is Kishimoto's.
Theme: 044. Circle ( fanfic100)
The drop of red fell as if in slow motion, breaking up on impact into dozens of tiny liquid jewels that shone one last time before sopping the dirt.
Minato was deaf to the world as he looked down and took in the sight of a kunai handle sticking out of his chest. He admired the pale hand of his assailant fiercely griping it, and let his eyes follow along the strong arm attached to it up to the elegant curve where shoulder met neck.
He was amazed at the familiarity of that body, amazed that he still remembered every intimate detail of it after all the years that had passed. And he was shocked to find that after everything that had happened - all the falsehood and betrayal - he still loved the woman with the long red hair that had just stabbed him.
And then the world elevated before he could make contact with the mocking grey eyes that he knew were observing him. His legs gave out, unable to support his weight any longer. Lying on the bloodied dirt, Minato painfully watched the pair of sandals disappear behind the folds of a black, red-patterned cloak and walk away.
His eyes closed to the sound of a derisive low chuckle that he had not heard since the night his life had been turned upside down.
"Kushina..." he whispered, broken-hearted.
(2. Jan. 2009)
Disclaimer: Naruto is Kishimoto's.
Theme: 044. Circle ( fanfic100)
The drop of red fell as if in slow motion, breaking up on impact into dozens of tiny liquid jewels that shone one last time before sopping the dirt.
Minato was deaf to the world as he looked down and took in the sight of a kunai handle sticking out of his chest. He admired the pale hand of his assailant fiercely griping it, and let his eyes follow along the strong arm attached to it up to the elegant curve where shoulder met neck.
He was amazed at the familiarity of that body, amazed that he still remembered every intimate detail of it after all the years that had passed. And he was shocked to find that after everything that had happened - all the falsehood and betrayal - he still loved the woman with the long red hair that had just stabbed him.
And then the world elevated before he could make contact with the mocking grey eyes that he knew were observing him. His legs gave out, unable to support his weight any longer. Lying on the bloodied dirt, Minato painfully watched the pair of sandals disappear behind the folds of a black, red-patterned cloak and walk away.
His eyes closed to the sound of a derisive low chuckle that he had not heard since the night his life had been turned upside down.
"Kushina..." he whispered, broken-hearted.
(2. Jan. 2009)