Ficathon!
NARUTOBANGED DRABBLE FICATHON
Anyone interested better head there soon. Lots of amazing ficlets abound! :DDD
Here are some of my ficlets from the ficathon, written in a record time of ten minutes:
Prompt: lost on the road, Characters: Kakashi, Gai
Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly delirious from sleep deprivation, he senses the ghosts hover ever so persistently over his shoulders, never speaking but always there and somehow the thought isn't as comforting as it should be. On some days, though, they speak.
"Lost on the road of life, eh Kakashi?" he hears one of them ask jovially - though it may have been a figment of his imagination - as he stares at the memorial stone and the newest addition to all the names it hosts. It stares back, mockingly.
"You too, Gai?" he asks with an air of someone musing on the predictable.
Silence is his answer.
Rokudaime Kakashi tilts his hat forward, effectively blocking out the sun. There is paperwork to be done.
Prompt: Curtains, Pairing: Neji/Hinata
"Learn not to speak, learn not to see, my daughter." she remembers her mother telling her. She remembers that distant, faraway look on weary eyes, the delicate, alabaster hands tilling weeds out of the ground and the dramatic streaks of gray on raven hair. Lady Hanako is only five-and-twenty. "It is the only way you'll survive."
Years later, on a cool winter night, as Neji caresses her body behind closed doors and drawn curtains, Hinata remembers those words, that quiet autumn morning, time staining the memory a somber golden-gray.
Neji pushes her down on the sheets, his hair falling over her like a curtain, a funereal veil that hides his feelings. He kisses her with all the guilty longing of the oppressed; traces the lids of her eyes, eyes he had once hated, with a reverence that almost scares her, takes her breath away and he whispers her name against her lips, passion spilling from his mouth to hers.
And Hinata suddenly understands the meaning of those cryptic words. She can speak to him, she can see him, but she cannot have him. She cannot want.
When he's inside her, the curtain closes on another chapter of her life.
(A life dictated by stony silences and one she knows she cannot write. But she wants to write this one chapter, and so she does, calls out his name and sees him and not the mark of submissive servitude stamped on his forehead.)
The marriage contracts await, but that's tomorrow. She hopes tomorrow never comes.
Hopefully, I will be posting more soon! :D
Anyone interested better head there soon. Lots of amazing ficlets abound! :DDD
Here are some of my ficlets from the ficathon, written in a record time of ten minutes:
Prompt: lost on the road, Characters: Kakashi, Gai
Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly delirious from sleep deprivation, he senses the ghosts hover ever so persistently over his shoulders, never speaking but always there and somehow the thought isn't as comforting as it should be. On some days, though, they speak.
"Lost on the road of life, eh Kakashi?" he hears one of them ask jovially - though it may have been a figment of his imagination - as he stares at the memorial stone and the newest addition to all the names it hosts. It stares back, mockingly.
"You too, Gai?" he asks with an air of someone musing on the predictable.
Silence is his answer.
Rokudaime Kakashi tilts his hat forward, effectively blocking out the sun. There is paperwork to be done.
Prompt: Curtains, Pairing: Neji/Hinata
"Learn not to speak, learn not to see, my daughter." she remembers her mother telling her. She remembers that distant, faraway look on weary eyes, the delicate, alabaster hands tilling weeds out of the ground and the dramatic streaks of gray on raven hair. Lady Hanako is only five-and-twenty. "It is the only way you'll survive."
Years later, on a cool winter night, as Neji caresses her body behind closed doors and drawn curtains, Hinata remembers those words, that quiet autumn morning, time staining the memory a somber golden-gray.
Neji pushes her down on the sheets, his hair falling over her like a curtain, a funereal veil that hides his feelings. He kisses her with all the guilty longing of the oppressed; traces the lids of her eyes, eyes he had once hated, with a reverence that almost scares her, takes her breath away and he whispers her name against her lips, passion spilling from his mouth to hers.
And Hinata suddenly understands the meaning of those cryptic words. She can speak to him, she can see him, but she cannot have him. She cannot want.
When he's inside her, the curtain closes on another chapter of her life.
(A life dictated by stony silences and one she knows she cannot write. But she wants to write this one chapter, and so she does, calls out his name and sees him and not the mark of submissive servitude stamped on his forehead.)
The marriage contracts await, but that's tomorrow. She hopes tomorrow never comes.
Hopefully, I will be posting more soon! :D