913 days
So am out of school for the summer and have been lazing about with bellicosus and nursewins. Will be leaving at the end of this month to do study abroad in Cambridge and am looking forward to heaps of dusty old books and the dreaming spires (also Englishmen).
Anyway am so out of practice with writing it hurts me. It struck me today how much time had passed since between when Sasuke left and when he and Naruto meet again (913 days) and how many strange parallel days never get written about so uh I'm hoping to do a drabble a day addressing something from this time period until I leave. Keep checking back? (I plan to cheat and write some GW as well.)
The fields were dead. Grass burned clear to the ground and wheat chaff like empty skins blowing in his face. Sasuke has blood on his face and when he sees Naruto he put a hand on his swordbelt.
Wait waitwait Naruto wanted to say. You're--I'm--we. His right arm is broken from the Rasengan, behind him Konoha is burning, but what he notices is that Sasuke's hair still sticks up all funny in the back. Like the tail end of duck he'd used to say. It's so funny he laughs till he's hunched over in front of him and then is sick on the ground.
"Your humor always sucked anyways," Naruto says to the silent face and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
There's maybe five big steps between them and a damp patch in front of Naruto. It'd be all wrong if he moved closer, inside the enemy's boundaries and all. Enemy, he thinks, That's what you are now. Look what you did.
There are words that go here, things Kakashi-sensei or Sakura-chan would know, and he feels a little sick again at the fact he doesn't know them. Still an idiot, that blank stare says and eats him up. He'd written them all behind his eyelids at night: Dear Sasuke You bastard--, in the mirror while brushing his teeth: You left, you you you, and behind thousands of other small tasks like an incantation. He's taller than Sasuke now and the order is all wrong, what now? Time had come and--no time had been stolen out from under their feet and fuck they were falling into the hot springs.
Sasuke puts out a open hand, palm up and Naruto slugs him across the face with his good arm. He tastes gravel and blood when Sasuke hits him back and his head lolls around, but yeah this is right, he thinks as the ground comes up to meet him, hard and painful as the body under his. Naruto fists his hand in the white tunic and sobs into it. The pieces of his broken arm throb, misaligned pieces sliding back into place.
It was always you.
Also, WHY WERE YOU SO GOOD HP FANDOM? You put the rest of us to shame D:
Anyway am so out of practice with writing it hurts me. It struck me today how much time had passed since between when Sasuke left and when he and Naruto meet again (913 days) and how many strange parallel days never get written about so uh I'm hoping to do a drabble a day addressing something from this time period until I leave. Keep checking back? (I plan to cheat and write some GW as well.)
The fields were dead. Grass burned clear to the ground and wheat chaff like empty skins blowing in his face. Sasuke has blood on his face and when he sees Naruto he put a hand on his swordbelt.
Wait waitwait Naruto wanted to say. You're--I'm--we. His right arm is broken from the Rasengan, behind him Konoha is burning, but what he notices is that Sasuke's hair still sticks up all funny in the back. Like the tail end of duck he'd used to say. It's so funny he laughs till he's hunched over in front of him and then is sick on the ground.
"Your humor always sucked anyways," Naruto says to the silent face and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
There's maybe five big steps between them and a damp patch in front of Naruto. It'd be all wrong if he moved closer, inside the enemy's boundaries and all. Enemy, he thinks, That's what you are now. Look what you did.
There are words that go here, things Kakashi-sensei or Sakura-chan would know, and he feels a little sick again at the fact he doesn't know them. Still an idiot, that blank stare says and eats him up. He'd written them all behind his eyelids at night: Dear Sasuke You bastard--, in the mirror while brushing his teeth: You left, you you you, and behind thousands of other small tasks like an incantation. He's taller than Sasuke now and the order is all wrong, what now? Time had come and--no time had been stolen out from under their feet and fuck they were falling into the hot springs.
Sasuke puts out a open hand, palm up and Naruto slugs him across the face with his good arm. He tastes gravel and blood when Sasuke hits him back and his head lolls around, but yeah this is right, he thinks as the ground comes up to meet him, hard and painful as the body under his. Naruto fists his hand in the white tunic and sobs into it. The pieces of his broken arm throb, misaligned pieces sliding back into place.
It was always you.
Also, WHY WERE YOU SO GOOD HP FANDOM? You put the rest of us to shame D: