[Fic] Doubtless
Title: Doubtless
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Konan, mentions of Pein, Pein/Konan
Word Count: 351
Rating: G
Warning/s: --
Summary: There was nothing and there is something.
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto. All the copyrights associated with Naruto belong to him. Only the ideas contained within this story are the property of the author. No profit is being earned by the writer of this story.
Notes: After that very long stint of disappearance, I'm finally back on track and writing again!
There was nothing and there is something.
(Or perhaps it should be the other way around.)
She catches herself doubting, at times, but then eases her mind around the matter because there is no time for such questions. Her purpose in life has been carefully drawn out for her and it left no room for inquiries. Faith has kept her standing for which without there would be conflict and it was nothing she needed at the moment. There is the God and His Angel and that was all there was to it.
But she catches glimpses of that life that could have been lead if there had been no bloodshed and war. Perhaps she would be tending to a child or two, with her devotion caught between her husband (a man) and her children (human). She thinks about the flowers that could have bloomed in her garden and the tiny giggles that could have waken her up instead of the field of corpses and the cries of torment that never seemed to stop. It was ungainly of her that, as she stood beneath the smoldering pillars of the country that was slowly falling apart, she was thinking of what it felt to have little hands grasp at hers. (They would be soft, genuinely, and not hold the falsity of her paper. They would, wouldn't they?)
Things that could have been, they were nothing. Not quite anything. Because this was the life that she had chosen for herself. After all, there was only pain before - the one accompanying injury and loss. (Nothing.) Now, there is a God and His Angel who would change the world into what it could potentially become. (Something.)
(She believes this, and yet she does not.)
She thinks of the children, the loving husband, the small house with the white picket fence as she watches the candle slowly melt under the heat of the flames. She thinks - tries to convince herself - that they are nothing.
There was Nagato and there is Pein.
(And sometimes she hopes that it would be the other way around.)
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Konan, mentions of Pein, Pein/Konan
Word Count: 351
Rating: G
Warning/s: --
Summary: There was nothing and there is something.
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto. All the copyrights associated with Naruto belong to him. Only the ideas contained within this story are the property of the author. No profit is being earned by the writer of this story.
Notes: After that very long stint of disappearance, I'm finally back on track and writing again!
There was nothing and there is something.
(Or perhaps it should be the other way around.)
She catches herself doubting, at times, but then eases her mind around the matter because there is no time for such questions. Her purpose in life has been carefully drawn out for her and it left no room for inquiries. Faith has kept her standing for which without there would be conflict and it was nothing she needed at the moment. There is the God and His Angel and that was all there was to it.
But she catches glimpses of that life that could have been lead if there had been no bloodshed and war. Perhaps she would be tending to a child or two, with her devotion caught between her husband (a man) and her children (human). She thinks about the flowers that could have bloomed in her garden and the tiny giggles that could have waken her up instead of the field of corpses and the cries of torment that never seemed to stop. It was ungainly of her that, as she stood beneath the smoldering pillars of the country that was slowly falling apart, she was thinking of what it felt to have little hands grasp at hers. (They would be soft, genuinely, and not hold the falsity of her paper. They would, wouldn't they?)
Things that could have been, they were nothing. Not quite anything. Because this was the life that she had chosen for herself. After all, there was only pain before - the one accompanying injury and loss. (Nothing.) Now, there is a God and His Angel who would change the world into what it could potentially become. (Something.)
(She believes this, and yet she does not.)
She thinks of the children, the loving husband, the small house with the white picket fence as she watches the candle slowly melt under the heat of the flames. She thinks - tries to convince herself - that they are nothing.
There was Nagato and there is Pein.
(And sometimes she hopes that it would be the other way around.)