[fanfiction | naruto] [challenge] in a time of daffodils
title: in a time of daffodils
prompt: the pretty things like daffodils and your blood on my hand, from the sasusaku_month in 03-28-12 drabbles post
characters/paring: sasusaku, sasuke and sakura
status: complete
notes: it's a challenging prompt, and i had tons of conversation with the ever-so-awesome lalagirl208 to come up with a response for xfucktheglasses. i remember scrambling my head for a scenario and she just comes up with why don't we let sasuke win? and let us pretend that the itasasu reunion didn't happen. of course, this is sheishei and she just loves angst, blood and gore.
Sasuke glared at the blue horizon, complete with its swirling milk clouds, and bright yellow sun that peeked in between the mahogany boughs.
He had sulked a bit this morning, as Kakashi failed to be on time for training once again.
However, he was more fascinated at the hand that attempted to reach for the sky.
The coagulated guts that caked under his nails slowly warms him to sanity.
Sulfur smoke filled his nostrils. The soil on his back was damp. But the wind blew, brought the smell of spring and it was again forgotten.
A thought began to form.
"Am I going cra-"
"You're crazy?" She didn't miss a beat, green eyes lit with dappled sunlight. Her laughter was light and crisp. "Of course not, Sasuke-kun."
Sakura fluttered to sit beside him, the side of her thigh grazing his, relaxed. The shadow of her face was beaming as she piled her hard-earned collection of white blooms on her lap.
"You know, Sasuke-kun?" She giggled, knuckles covering her lips to stifle the noise. Her torn dress crumpled, spilled over her knees, and scattered beneath her legs; a blanket of red that stained the white field. "This could be a date."
Both of them were nestled safely on a field of flowers, surrounded by a cluster of cherry trees. She was braiding soft stems, cleanly forming them into chains and circles.
(A muffled Stop! breaks the comfortable silence.)
She paused on her fourth circlet, then sighed in dismay. He was staining his white shorts with the mud, and would probably be impossible to take out. He struggled to sit up. Crimson eyes darted side-to-side, following her lulling motions, as she continued to speak in that soothing voice.
A frantic memory resurfaced : another forest, where under the shades of twilight she cradled him and held her hand in a death grip, followed with whispers of you're okay sasuke-kun you're okay.
"You're not real."
He felt a gentle slap on his cheek, teasing.
"If you say so, Sasuke-kun"
fuck you
Sakura seemed to hear it, as she pouted in disappointment."You don't mean it."
She placed a crown of stained white and gold daisies on her hair, and its twin was placed on his brow.
"See, you never mean it."
Laughter echoed all over the clearing, her smile wide enough to see the splatter of blood that marred her toothy grin.
He recoiled in response, blinking rapidly to dissolve the illusion. But it doesn't fade. Instead, her image became clearer than before.
"Get away from me!"
(The disembodied voice pleads "Stop. Please.")
Stray leaves clung stubbornly to his head and she tapped a finger on the hitae-ate. Her other hand threaded into his hair and unraveled the blue knot with a pull. Her thumbs gently traced the slopes of his nose, as she breathlessly choked a laugh.
"You've always called me here."
He tried to ignore the scent of copper, growing sharper in every second.
This twelve-year old Sakura leaned more closely, the naive, hopeful and trusting witch that he could not seem to escape. This was the girl he had protected back then.
In horror, he jerked her hand, pushing it back, felt the strong thrum of her blood beneath the paper-thin skin of her wrist. Her long hair shed, disintegrating into a badly cropped bob, highlighted with reds at its ends. The flushed skin with a healthy tan was swelled as purple splotches gradually surfaced, turning into the ash-white shades of her bones.
Fingers splayed open on his blue-clothed chest, mimicking a lover's touch as they turned into ice, nailbeds painted blue.
Sasuke never felt so afraid when she gently brushed her darkening mouth against his brow, and a scream of fear begun to build at the base of his throat.
"Stop."
His whisper was almost inaudible, broken.
The word heated the bruises that speckled her white flesh.
("Stop." She hacks a breath. "Please.")
According to history, the Uchiha won the war.
Shinobi no longer existed at that point.
Sakura plucks his eyes out, and felt them gush in between her fists, which prompts Sasuke to strangle her. Swift arms wraps around her executioner, and fingers forms the serpent seal behind his back, as she crushes his body to hers.
The last sign for a potent narukumi no jutsu.
Sasuke snaps Sakura's neck.
(what is the most beautiful thing that terrifies you the most, sasuke-kun?)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me
-e.e. cummings-
=
*narukumi no jutsu is the hell viewing illusion technique kakashi used on sakura during their first bell test. this illusionary technique makes you see what terrifies you the most.
first written: 03|29|12 1724HRS
finished: 03|30|12 1020HRS
prompt: the pretty things like daffodils and your blood on my hand, from the sasusaku_month in 03-28-12 drabbles post
characters/paring: sasusaku, sasuke and sakura
status: complete
notes: it's a challenging prompt, and i had tons of conversation with the ever-so-awesome lalagirl208 to come up with a response for xfucktheglasses. i remember scrambling my head for a scenario and she just comes up with why don't we let sasuke win? and let us pretend that the itasasu reunion didn't happen. of course, this is sheishei and she just loves angst, blood and gore.
Sasuke glared at the blue horizon, complete with its swirling milk clouds, and bright yellow sun that peeked in between the mahogany boughs.
He had sulked a bit this morning, as Kakashi failed to be on time for training once again.
However, he was more fascinated at the hand that attempted to reach for the sky.
The coagulated guts that caked under his nails slowly warms him to sanity.
Sulfur smoke filled his nostrils. The soil on his back was damp. But the wind blew, brought the smell of spring and it was again forgotten.
A thought began to form.
"Am I going cra-"
"You're crazy?" She didn't miss a beat, green eyes lit with dappled sunlight. Her laughter was light and crisp. "Of course not, Sasuke-kun."
Sakura fluttered to sit beside him, the side of her thigh grazing his, relaxed. The shadow of her face was beaming as she piled her hard-earned collection of white blooms on her lap.
"You know, Sasuke-kun?" She giggled, knuckles covering her lips to stifle the noise. Her torn dress crumpled, spilled over her knees, and scattered beneath her legs; a blanket of red that stained the white field. "This could be a date."
Both of them were nestled safely on a field of flowers, surrounded by a cluster of cherry trees. She was braiding soft stems, cleanly forming them into chains and circles.
(A muffled Stop! breaks the comfortable silence.)
She paused on her fourth circlet, then sighed in dismay. He was staining his white shorts with the mud, and would probably be impossible to take out. He struggled to sit up. Crimson eyes darted side-to-side, following her lulling motions, as she continued to speak in that soothing voice.
A frantic memory resurfaced : another forest, where under the shades of twilight she cradled him and held her hand in a death grip, followed with whispers of you're okay sasuke-kun you're okay.
"You're not real."
He felt a gentle slap on his cheek, teasing.
"If you say so, Sasuke-kun"
fuck you
Sakura seemed to hear it, as she pouted in disappointment."You don't mean it."
She placed a crown of stained white and gold daisies on her hair, and its twin was placed on his brow.
"See, you never mean it."
Laughter echoed all over the clearing, her smile wide enough to see the splatter of blood that marred her toothy grin.
He recoiled in response, blinking rapidly to dissolve the illusion. But it doesn't fade. Instead, her image became clearer than before.
"Get away from me!"
(The disembodied voice pleads "Stop. Please.")
Stray leaves clung stubbornly to his head and she tapped a finger on the hitae-ate. Her other hand threaded into his hair and unraveled the blue knot with a pull. Her thumbs gently traced the slopes of his nose, as she breathlessly choked a laugh.
"You've always called me here."
He tried to ignore the scent of copper, growing sharper in every second.
This twelve-year old Sakura leaned more closely, the naive, hopeful and trusting witch that he could not seem to escape. This was the girl he had protected back then.
In horror, he jerked her hand, pushing it back, felt the strong thrum of her blood beneath the paper-thin skin of her wrist. Her long hair shed, disintegrating into a badly cropped bob, highlighted with reds at its ends. The flushed skin with a healthy tan was swelled as purple splotches gradually surfaced, turning into the ash-white shades of her bones.
Fingers splayed open on his blue-clothed chest, mimicking a lover's touch as they turned into ice, nailbeds painted blue.
Sasuke never felt so afraid when she gently brushed her darkening mouth against his brow, and a scream of fear begun to build at the base of his throat.
"Stop."
His whisper was almost inaudible, broken.
The word heated the bruises that speckled her white flesh.
("Stop." She hacks a breath. "Please.")
According to history, the Uchiha won the war.
Shinobi no longer existed at that point.
Sakura plucks his eyes out, and felt them gush in between her fists, which prompts Sasuke to strangle her. Swift arms wraps around her executioner, and fingers forms the serpent seal behind his back, as she crushes his body to hers.
The last sign for a potent narukumi no jutsu.
Sasuke snaps Sakura's neck.
(what is the most beautiful thing that terrifies you the most, sasuke-kun?)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me
-e.e. cummings-
=
*narukumi no jutsu is the hell viewing illusion technique kakashi used on sakura during their first bell test. this illusionary technique makes you see what terrifies you the most.
first written: 03|29|12 1724HRS
finished: 03|30|12 1020HRS