More TRC and Naruto Snippets
I suck. I can't seem to get the last bit of Chapter 18 of After the Falls written. I'm quite certain that my readers have all but forgotten about my little fic. ::sigh:: I blame all the other fandoms that have distracted me as of late (and there are a lot of them). Heroes, Death Note, Code Geass. And Harry Potter! WAH! I think I'm spent more time discussing Harry Potter 7 than actually reading it. XD Maybe one day I'll get my thoughts down.
Anyway, here's two more snippets so it looks like I've actually done something.
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The sky hung a deepening blue as the last of twilight made way for a sickle-moonlit night. Sasuke stepped into the clearing, the very one Naruto had had his...breakdown. The area felt somewhat off-balance, a stump marking the training post that was destroyed during the confrontation. Sasuke turned his gaze to the ground as though avoiding someone’s eyes and wondered vaguely how he got there.
He found himself in front of a training post and his eyes narrowed.
Thwack.
Thump. Thump. Thwack. Thud.
Sasuke registered a chill from his sweat-slick skin as he pummeled the post.
Training, he convinced himself. I'm just training. This had nothing to do with Naruto leaving to find a cure for...whatever he the hell he has or the gnawing feeling in his gut. This had nothing to do with the poison in his eyes. (There was a dark smudge on the wood where his burning knuckles had been). This had nothing to do with being abandoned again and nothing at all with emotions that he didn't want to find words to describe. It would only make it all the more real.
Abs tight. Knees bent. Find your center.
He punished the post anew.
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And here's another snippet from my probably-will-never-be-published Tsubasa fic (Fai and Kurogane in Yama). I wrote this way before the most recent arc in Tsubasa, but it seems fitting now that we're learning a little more about Fai.
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On their down days, Fai would sometimes flit about the tent, pouring his manic energy into cleaning, while Kurogane sat tending to the weapons. The mage babbled in his unintelligible language, his voice undulating up and down, lilting then punctuating certain points as if he was telling a story. There were odd moments when Kurogane thought the mage sounded wistful, almost with an edge of solemnity. More often, Fai chirped with a cheerful energy he used when he wasn't serious, which was near always. Eventually Kurogane trains himself to not demand the other to shut the hell up during these needy spells of gibbering. He sensed frustration and helplessness under the mage's grin when they faced social situations and it dawned on him that for someone as gregarious as Fai, being unable to communicate, staying silent must be suffocating. So the ninja tunes out the noise and concentrates on the nicks on his sword and lets Fai tell his stories. How much of the stories were Fai's own, Kurogane never wondered and would never know.
And Fai preferred it that way.
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Ok, attempting to write at least a sentence...
Anyway, here's two more snippets so it looks like I've actually done something.
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The sky hung a deepening blue as the last of twilight made way for a sickle-moonlit night. Sasuke stepped into the clearing, the very one Naruto had had his...breakdown. The area felt somewhat off-balance, a stump marking the training post that was destroyed during the confrontation. Sasuke turned his gaze to the ground as though avoiding someone’s eyes and wondered vaguely how he got there.
He found himself in front of a training post and his eyes narrowed.
Thwack.
Thump. Thump. Thwack. Thud.
Sasuke registered a chill from his sweat-slick skin as he pummeled the post.
Training, he convinced himself. I'm just training. This had nothing to do with Naruto leaving to find a cure for...whatever he the hell he has or the gnawing feeling in his gut. This had nothing to do with the poison in his eyes. (There was a dark smudge on the wood where his burning knuckles had been). This had nothing to do with being abandoned again and nothing at all with emotions that he didn't want to find words to describe. It would only make it all the more real.
Abs tight. Knees bent. Find your center.
He punished the post anew.
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And here's another snippet from my probably-will-never-be-published Tsubasa fic (Fai and Kurogane in Yama). I wrote this way before the most recent arc in Tsubasa, but it seems fitting now that we're learning a little more about Fai.
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On their down days, Fai would sometimes flit about the tent, pouring his manic energy into cleaning, while Kurogane sat tending to the weapons. The mage babbled in his unintelligible language, his voice undulating up and down, lilting then punctuating certain points as if he was telling a story. There were odd moments when Kurogane thought the mage sounded wistful, almost with an edge of solemnity. More often, Fai chirped with a cheerful energy he used when he wasn't serious, which was near always. Eventually Kurogane trains himself to not demand the other to shut the hell up during these needy spells of gibbering. He sensed frustration and helplessness under the mage's grin when they faced social situations and it dawned on him that for someone as gregarious as Fai, being unable to communicate, staying silent must be suffocating. So the ninja tunes out the noise and concentrates on the nicks on his sword and lets Fai tell his stories. How much of the stories were Fai's own, Kurogane never wondered and would never know.
And Fai preferred it that way.
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Ok, attempting to write at least a sentence...