[fic] The Great Pantomime

[ronsard]

I was trying to figure out what Shisui could have been doing for Madara in The Burning of Paper Instead of Children. Anyway, this story isn’t it, but it was way more fun to write. It should either make you laugh or creep you out - if it does both, I'd be very chuffed.

Title: The Great Pantomime
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Madara/Shisui
Summary: A

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[venusian_eye]

Had to read it twice to soak it in, now I'm going to go off on a walk (through mist, fittingly enough, and under an overcast sky) and savor it, let all the little bits and pieces tumble around in my brain. Poor Shisui - reminds me of being an idiotic and tempestuous fourteen-year-old. And oddly enough, poor Madara. He's just so... unimaginably empty. Perplexing. Defined by the fact that he is unfathomable. Ugh, I can't express myself.

... how did Madara come by that house? It's a little embarrassingly recursive to write fanfiction for someone else's fanfiction, but I am tempted to concoct an explanation.

[ronsard]

You get mist in summer? Do you live in the Bay Area or something? New York and its muggy overcast sullenness is not conducive to cheering me up, especially not when it operates in conjunction with RL horridness. This was the end product of that abortive love affair.

I use emptiness as an overarching theme for Madara. BUT DON'T FEEL FOR HIM. And even I don't know how he came by that neat piece of real estate (one of many plot holes, please don't point them out). Maybe he killed the previous owners and buried them in the backyard... or maybe he bought it. Equally plausible. If you want to take a crack at this crackiness, I would forever be enamored.

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THIS DRIVEL

[venusian_eye]

Madara remembers far too much. His head is a maelstrom of too many details, and the irrelevant ones are left free-floating to wink in and out of his notice - solitary stars in a vast, unfriendly universe. These scattered memories lie, lonely, between the galaxies of Madara's relevant thoughts, but every so often he glimpses them from the corner of his eyes, and every so often one of them wanders into the gravitational pull of his ambitions

Re: I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THIS DRIVEL

[venusian_eye]

He has stopped sleeping; time becomes a continuum, a long, idle river of sunsets, the moon a spinning toy, the occasional eclipse like a dream interrupted. For a week Madara does not need to be anywhere, and so he flickers in and out of places as they occur to him

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[ronsard]

Hiiiiissssssss. Unf, this is better and creepier than my actual fic. It's a story by itself: Madara and the Little House on the Prairie by the Mountain. I'm not big on Mada/Izu, but I chortled a little at the idea of Maddie reading during sex. Nerd. Okay, seriously, that scene hurt, but then so did the rest of them.

I really like this idea that all the ills in the Naruto universe could be traced back to one point of origin. Like Madara is the Original Evil that plagues the world or something. He's almost elemental that way, beyond man to comprehend.

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[venusian_eye]

Madara is a nerrrrd. SHUT UP YOUR FIC IS BETTER NO ARGUING You can be Lovecraft and I will be Poe, okay? More like you can be Lord Byron and I will be Shelley, orz

So - so Madara is the ANBU that "rescues" Terumi, and then, years later, Madara puts on the same ANBU appearance to tip her off about Shisui, which is why she trusts him, and - /babbles on and on, ad infinitum

Yeah, I like the idea that Madara turns into a living personification of war/turmoil/Badness. It's very... Princess Mononoke style demonification. Aaaand I have stopped making sense so I will go to sleep now.

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[ronsard]

LOL, Lovecraft and Poe. We can be mentally-damaged souls together!

Makes perfect sense to me.

Yeah. Like after Shodai killed him he was sort of reborn as this entity that's lost all humanity and only retains the shadows of it.

[venusian_eye]

*ahem* Setting aside my paltry attempts at writing in anything approximating your style (gkasdfhkdsdafasd, you are so gracefulll), oops, I forgot to be creeped out by Madara. I think that that means I'm a creeper. |D

I live in MA - we had a thunderstorm approaching, so it was overcast and miserable and almost chilly when I woke up.

[ronsard]

I see, I see. MA weather is not kind, iirc. Rather than being creeped out by Madara, I'm rather more creeped out by... myself. I used to be such a nice person, you know :(