OOC: Third Memory
Sound/Smell
Memory Reference: Naruto Chapter 353, pages 1-9
He’d received the memory months ago, dodged a red pixilated space ship as it shot the crystal at him. He’d scooped the little glowing rock up by-yes that was tinsel attached. A reminder? In either case he’d picked it up by one of the rings and stowed it in his glasses case.
Promptly, he had ceased to think about it, though he had far from forgotten its existence. At last, months later, he lay reclined on the bed in the house he shared with Kitty, and opened the case, picked up the crystal-still glowing and beautiful as ever-by the tinsel still attached.
Something about it made him feel melancholy. He missed her, and it was actually a revelation to acknowledge that. He missed her. The tinsel just drove the hurt home.
Crow considered keeping the crystal, not using it. But she hadn’t given it to him to be kept. The faint glow of the memory inside needed to be abolished, and the crystal darkened-and he himself left illuminated by whatever revelations he gained.
Reaching up with the hand not holding the tinsel, Crow touched the gently glowing stone.
The sound of rain was the first thing Crow registered. The smell of wet earth and plants. The hiss of wind and water, and slap of wetly flapping fabric. Again, there was no sight.
Crow heard a splash of a heavy footstep behind him, and a voice, deep and gravelly-he recognized it from the first dream. The man who had been with him and referred to his slaughter of the Uchiha clan-of whom Crow now knew he had belonged, once.
“Let’s wait this out under a tree.” Said the man behind him. “We can’t let the body get too cold.”
“Right.” Crow’s own voice, softer but firm in confidence. The rain continued to pour around them; not a deafening squall, but from the sound a steady, heavy downpour.
“We should be hearing from the Leader soon.” The rough voice commented. There was a grin in the words. Itachi heard footsteps. Soft, and from the location, they were his own. A smell assaulted him, different then the wet earth and stones. It was the smell of blood, not quite washed away, even by the rain. A soft groan from… Somewhere above and ahead of Crow.
“He looks like he’s about to die.” Crow’s memory voice sounded indifferent to that plight. “Be careful with him, he’s very old.” From the tone he could have been cautioning the other man not to break some china, instead of commenting on another-Crow assumed human-life.
“You only say that because you don’t know what he’s capable of.” The other man retorted as they walked, Crow’s own memory with a light tread, his companion’s steps heavier. The sound of rain on leaves grew closer ahead of them. “The four-tails uses many different elemental fusions. This jinchuuriki was no pushover, I assure you. You didn’t fight him directly; I wouldn’t expect you to understand what I went through.” What did those words even mean? They were familiar, obviously they had to be, they were in his own memory. But their meaning was lost without context.
There was a pause in the conversation as the smell of trees suddenly grew more pronounced, the sound of rain shifted. “Hmph.” Was Crow’s memory reply.
“Then again,” The other man started, suddenly sounding both teasing and dangerous. “I was the one who wanted to go by himself.” The tone shifted, darker and more hungry, and a bit taunting. “Perhaps you’ll let me beat your target half to death, too?”
“Don’t get cocky, ----“ Whatever word was mean to be there, and Crow assumed it was a name, was drowned by the rain and a crow’s sudden call. Crow’s memory had sounded a mix between indifferent and warning.
“I am a bit tired.” The other man commented, voice returning to normal. “I’d like to find him quickly so I can rest.”
“There’s no rush, go ahead and take a break. It’s going to take a fair amount of time.” What is? Crow wondered.
“I wonder.” The man seemed chatty enough. “There are only a couple left, right? Obviously we need to seal the nine-tails last. Our Leader has made it clear that if we don’t the balance will be destroyed and the sealing statue will crumble. And since we need to bring them back alive, don’t you think we should find the jinchuuriki as quickly as we can?” Crow wondered what the man was talking about, what the sealing was and why they were hunting jinchuuriki to seal. Whatever they were. Whatever the nine-tails was.
A rustle of clothing and a cessation of the sound of footsteps told Crow that one of them had taken a seat.
“Not really.” Crow’s voice was a little amused, correcting. There was a slight smile in his tone. “---- screwed up, too. If our target needs to be sealed last, there should be no problem with leaving that hunt for last. Plus, ---- has started standing out too much. If we try to take the nine-tails now, the response from ---- will be even bigger then last time.” So the nine-tails was my target? That still doesn’t explain anything. the sound of crows drowned out each name, but Crow was becoming used to that.
“Hmmm.” The other man’s voice came from above, enough so for Crow to assume his own memory was the one that was seated. “I suppose so….” The smell of blood remained in the direction of that voice, and while it did not bother his memory much, Crow felt it was almost distractingly strong, especially under the trees, as he guessed they must be, without so much rain to wash it away. Even the soothing scent of greenery didn’t disguise it fully.
“---- has a large amount of contracts with the other hidden villages.” Crow’s memory sounded more serious. “If they put the word out it will be very difficult for us to make a move.” Are we at war with them? Who are they? Why must we try not to stand out? Context was so very lacking. “Getting the jinchuuriki up to the eight-tails first is a much better plan.”
The wet, thudding sound of a body hitting the earth between the two men punctuated the conversation.
“I see…” The other man said. “I must admit that makes sense.”
There was a pause, and then abruptly;
“He has good timing.” Crow commented, and the sound of rain completely vanished. A faint crackle, like flame, replaced it. Soft and constant. The smells had changed, earth and stone.
“You’re late.” It was a voice Crow hadn’t remembered before, but on hearing it he felt a sense of shock and some… Not dread. But uneasiness.
“We just caught the jinchuuriki a moment ago. We had to take a few extra precautions to make sure he wouldn’t get away.” That was the gravely man’s voice.
“Good. It looks like everyone’s here.” That was the commanding voice that had declared them late.
“Hmm?” Crow’s-the term partner came to mind-companion’s voice sounded surprised. “What about ---- and ----?”
A long pause, filled with only the faint sound of flame.
The voice of the commanding man was indifferent, almost scornful.
“They are dead.”
Memory Reference: Naruto Chapter 353, pages 1-9
He’d received the memory months ago, dodged a red pixilated space ship as it shot the crystal at him. He’d scooped the little glowing rock up by-yes that was tinsel attached. A reminder? In either case he’d picked it up by one of the rings and stowed it in his glasses case.
Promptly, he had ceased to think about it, though he had far from forgotten its existence. At last, months later, he lay reclined on the bed in the house he shared with Kitty, and opened the case, picked up the crystal-still glowing and beautiful as ever-by the tinsel still attached.
Something about it made him feel melancholy. He missed her, and it was actually a revelation to acknowledge that. He missed her. The tinsel just drove the hurt home.
Crow considered keeping the crystal, not using it. But she hadn’t given it to him to be kept. The faint glow of the memory inside needed to be abolished, and the crystal darkened-and he himself left illuminated by whatever revelations he gained.
Reaching up with the hand not holding the tinsel, Crow touched the gently glowing stone.
The sound of rain was the first thing Crow registered. The smell of wet earth and plants. The hiss of wind and water, and slap of wetly flapping fabric. Again, there was no sight.
Crow heard a splash of a heavy footstep behind him, and a voice, deep and gravelly-he recognized it from the first dream. The man who had been with him and referred to his slaughter of the Uchiha clan-of whom Crow now knew he had belonged, once.
“Let’s wait this out under a tree.” Said the man behind him. “We can’t let the body get too cold.”
“Right.” Crow’s own voice, softer but firm in confidence. The rain continued to pour around them; not a deafening squall, but from the sound a steady, heavy downpour.
“We should be hearing from the Leader soon.” The rough voice commented. There was a grin in the words. Itachi heard footsteps. Soft, and from the location, they were his own. A smell assaulted him, different then the wet earth and stones. It was the smell of blood, not quite washed away, even by the rain. A soft groan from… Somewhere above and ahead of Crow.
“He looks like he’s about to die.” Crow’s memory voice sounded indifferent to that plight. “Be careful with him, he’s very old.” From the tone he could have been cautioning the other man not to break some china, instead of commenting on another-Crow assumed human-life.
“You only say that because you don’t know what he’s capable of.” The other man retorted as they walked, Crow’s own memory with a light tread, his companion’s steps heavier. The sound of rain on leaves grew closer ahead of them. “The four-tails uses many different elemental fusions. This jinchuuriki was no pushover, I assure you. You didn’t fight him directly; I wouldn’t expect you to understand what I went through.” What did those words even mean? They were familiar, obviously they had to be, they were in his own memory. But their meaning was lost without context.
There was a pause in the conversation as the smell of trees suddenly grew more pronounced, the sound of rain shifted. “Hmph.” Was Crow’s memory reply.
“Then again,” The other man started, suddenly sounding both teasing and dangerous. “I was the one who wanted to go by himself.” The tone shifted, darker and more hungry, and a bit taunting. “Perhaps you’ll let me beat your target half to death, too?”
“Don’t get cocky, ----“ Whatever word was mean to be there, and Crow assumed it was a name, was drowned by the rain and a crow’s sudden call. Crow’s memory had sounded a mix between indifferent and warning.
“I am a bit tired.” The other man commented, voice returning to normal. “I’d like to find him quickly so I can rest.”
“There’s no rush, go ahead and take a break. It’s going to take a fair amount of time.” What is? Crow wondered.
“I wonder.” The man seemed chatty enough. “There are only a couple left, right? Obviously we need to seal the nine-tails last. Our Leader has made it clear that if we don’t the balance will be destroyed and the sealing statue will crumble. And since we need to bring them back alive, don’t you think we should find the jinchuuriki as quickly as we can?” Crow wondered what the man was talking about, what the sealing was and why they were hunting jinchuuriki to seal. Whatever they were. Whatever the nine-tails was.
A rustle of clothing and a cessation of the sound of footsteps told Crow that one of them had taken a seat.
“Not really.” Crow’s voice was a little amused, correcting. There was a slight smile in his tone. “---- screwed up, too. If our target needs to be sealed last, there should be no problem with leaving that hunt for last. Plus, ---- has started standing out too much. If we try to take the nine-tails now, the response from ---- will be even bigger then last time.” So the nine-tails was my target? That still doesn’t explain anything. the sound of crows drowned out each name, but Crow was becoming used to that.
“Hmmm.” The other man’s voice came from above, enough so for Crow to assume his own memory was the one that was seated. “I suppose so….” The smell of blood remained in the direction of that voice, and while it did not bother his memory much, Crow felt it was almost distractingly strong, especially under the trees, as he guessed they must be, without so much rain to wash it away. Even the soothing scent of greenery didn’t disguise it fully.
“---- has a large amount of contracts with the other hidden villages.” Crow’s memory sounded more serious. “If they put the word out it will be very difficult for us to make a move.” Are we at war with them? Who are they? Why must we try not to stand out? Context was so very lacking. “Getting the jinchuuriki up to the eight-tails first is a much better plan.”
The wet, thudding sound of a body hitting the earth between the two men punctuated the conversation.
“I see…” The other man said. “I must admit that makes sense.”
There was a pause, and then abruptly;
“He has good timing.” Crow commented, and the sound of rain completely vanished. A faint crackle, like flame, replaced it. Soft and constant. The smells had changed, earth and stone.
“You’re late.” It was a voice Crow hadn’t remembered before, but on hearing it he felt a sense of shock and some… Not dread. But uneasiness.
“We just caught the jinchuuriki a moment ago. We had to take a few extra precautions to make sure he wouldn’t get away.” That was the gravely man’s voice.
“Good. It looks like everyone’s here.” That was the commanding voice that had declared them late.
“Hmm?” Crow’s-the term partner came to mind-companion’s voice sounded surprised. “What about ---- and ----?”
A long pause, filled with only the faint sound of flame.
The voice of the commanding man was indifferent, almost scornful.
“They are dead.”