[Fic] On a Silent Night 16-17
Title: On a Silent Night
Pairing(s): NarutoGaaraNaruto
Genre(s): Romance, hurt/comfort, angst, general
Rating: from K to T
Warnings: AUish at times, slightly mature content
Summary: A collection of poem-ish drabbles, with a common background of the theme 'night', in which their relationship shows all the different aspects it can have.
Notes: All of these are mostly un-related with each other; all the chapters revolve around Naruto and Gaara but at times the POV will not be theirs.
Here there's a Psycho!Gaara's POV in the 1st poem and a third person POV in the 2nd.
Words: 200; 400
- 16 -
Blood
Blood - the red substance of life, it flows in every creature;
it pumps through their veins as the heart beats rhythmically.
Blood - its strong scent fills the nostrils in mere seconds,
its coppery smell thrills me, and it awakens something within me...
I'm in some sort of trance: I see, and hear, and feel everything around me.
In front of me, a terrified face, a person without any value-I run forward.
And when I come to, a mist blinds my mind: I can't seem to remember what happened...
I stare at the wall before me, without really focusing on the dark color covering it.
A gasp behind me snaps me out of my haze: turning around, I'm stuck in your eyes.
I take slow steps towards you - you take in my appearance with a peculiar expression...
I wonder why? Is there something wrong with me, my love?
The two of us are just centimetres apart: your deep breath tickling my skin;
I reach out a hand at you... my thumb tracing the cheekbone...
you sadly smile up at me, as you witness me looking at the mark I left: blood.
- 17 -
Storm
The wind blows, its ghostly hand sweeping the streets.
Dust rises from the ground in swirling spirals.
Silence encloses the buildings, only the skies' roaring can be heard...
every creature in their own nest; every person in their own houses.
Black, dark, heavy clouds hover above the earth and,
within a few seconds, rain is released from its prison.
Pouring down, that godly and sacred liquid,
cleanse the thirsty soil with its tears...
On top of the highest tower, a lone figure, standing still -
its' clothing shaking in the rough wind, hair swung back and forth;
yet its face is like stone: silently watching the storm unroll.
This person, witness of the wrath of the nature been displayed,
smiles shyly at the beautiful scenery and at the feral onslaught of thunders and rain...
strong, exciting waves of electricity running through the body.
Pairing(s): NarutoGaaraNaruto
Genre(s): Romance, hurt/comfort, angst, general
Rating: from K to T
Warnings: AUish at times, slightly mature content
Summary: A collection of poem-ish drabbles, with a common background of the theme 'night', in which their relationship shows all the different aspects it can have.
Notes: All of these are mostly un-related with each other; all the chapters revolve around Naruto and Gaara but at times the POV will not be theirs.
Here there's a Psycho!Gaara's POV in the 1st poem and a third person POV in the 2nd.
Words: 200; 400
- 16 -
Blood
Blood - the red substance of life, it flows in every creature;
it pumps through their veins as the heart beats rhythmically.
Blood - its strong scent fills the nostrils in mere seconds,
its coppery smell thrills me, and it awakens something within me...
I'm in some sort of trance: I see, and hear, and feel everything around me.
In front of me, a terrified face, a person without any value-I run forward.
And when I come to, a mist blinds my mind: I can't seem to remember what happened...
I stare at the wall before me, without really focusing on the dark color covering it.
A gasp behind me snaps me out of my haze: turning around, I'm stuck in your eyes.
I take slow steps towards you - you take in my appearance with a peculiar expression...
I wonder why? Is there something wrong with me, my love?
The two of us are just centimetres apart: your deep breath tickling my skin;
I reach out a hand at you... my thumb tracing the cheekbone...
you sadly smile up at me, as you witness me looking at the mark I left: blood.
- 17 -
Storm
The wind blows, its ghostly hand sweeping the streets.
Dust rises from the ground in swirling spirals.
Silence encloses the buildings, only the skies' roaring can be heard...
every creature in their own nest; every person in their own houses.
Black, dark, heavy clouds hover above the earth and,
within a few seconds, rain is released from its prison.
Pouring down, that godly and sacred liquid,
cleanse the thirsty soil with its tears...
On top of the highest tower, a lone figure, standing still -
its' clothing shaking in the rough wind, hair swung back and forth;
yet its face is like stone: silently watching the storm unroll.
This person, witness of the wrath of the nature been displayed,
smiles shyly at the beautiful scenery and at the feral onslaught of thunders and rain...
strong, exciting waves of electricity running through the body.