Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.
Example of one of the previously mentioned vague fic ideas. I started writing it after coming across this picture (from here) on Saturday and have, like, no clue where I'm going. This is what happens when I write. I start something then the ideas fizzle out and then I start something new. It's a vicious cycle. Frustration MAX. ><;
“How long, you think, until we get there?” Naruto asked, gazing out the window of the speeding train. He sat with his chin resting on a closed fist, one leg tucked under him and the other hanging loosely over it. His foot didn’t quite reach the floor in that position so there it hung; swaying back and forth like a pendulum in one of those old clocks. The man he was traveling with sat on the seat across, facing him, his nose stuck between the pages of a novel that Naruto couldn’t see the title of.
Naruto waited several minutes and when the other man didn’t reply, he kicked out at him with his foot.
When Naruto had agreed to come along on this... trip, he hadn’t imagined it would be this mind-numbingly boring.
He tried to distract himself at first -- when the one-sided conversation he’d had with the other man went nowhere he’d pulled out a spare notebook and doodled and when that got boring he’d tried reading through one of the books he had to read for school but that didn’t last long either.
Naruto has always been a social person, he likes people and conversation and all this silence was driving him crazy. It was taking all he had to not shout at the man before him even though he clearly deserved it. Thinking of the old pervert was the only thing that stopped him. Jiraiya had said this was how things needed to happen and even though he hadn’t wanted to, Naruto was swayed easily -- he really couldn’t find it in him to argue with the old man when he was practically on his deathbed -- but after several hours of silence and fifty-three (fifty-four now) unanswered questions Naruto’s patience had finally run out. He’d had enough this guy and his superiority complex but mostly, he was sick of being ignored. So he tried to make the other man pay attention in the only other way he knew how.
The kick didn’t even connect; instead it was caught in a surprisingly strong grip a few centimeters from its goal.
Naruto narrowed his eyes at the man who was still so utterly engrossed in his stupid book and tried to jerk his foot out of his companion’s grasp.
“Let me go,” he growled after several yanks had gained him nothing but a reddened complexion.
“Why should I?” The man still didn’t look up from his book as he spoke, which made Naruto even angrier. “You’re probably going to try it again if I do. You seem like the type.” The man had a deep voice, smooth with a touch of drawl to it. He sounded like a man with all the time in the world. It really pissed Naruto off.
“Let me go,” Naruto snarled darkly, “or I’ll come over there and make you.” His body was thrumming with a tightly restrained anger but it wouldn’t last for long, Naruto knew. He hated it when people made assumptions about him like that.
The man looked up at the venom in Naruto’s tone. Two mismatched eyes met Naruto’s for a long tense moment before he smiled and let go.
Blah, blah, blah. Y'all don't care, I know. WHATEVER. Feel free to go back to your regularly scheduled programs. XD
“How long, you think, until we get there?” Naruto asked, gazing out the window of the speeding train. He sat with his chin resting on a closed fist, one leg tucked under him and the other hanging loosely over it. His foot didn’t quite reach the floor in that position so there it hung; swaying back and forth like a pendulum in one of those old clocks. The man he was traveling with sat on the seat across, facing him, his nose stuck between the pages of a novel that Naruto couldn’t see the title of.
Naruto waited several minutes and when the other man didn’t reply, he kicked out at him with his foot.
When Naruto had agreed to come along on this... trip, he hadn’t imagined it would be this mind-numbingly boring.
He tried to distract himself at first -- when the one-sided conversation he’d had with the other man went nowhere he’d pulled out a spare notebook and doodled and when that got boring he’d tried reading through one of the books he had to read for school but that didn’t last long either.
Naruto has always been a social person, he likes people and conversation and all this silence was driving him crazy. It was taking all he had to not shout at the man before him even though he clearly deserved it. Thinking of the old pervert was the only thing that stopped him. Jiraiya had said this was how things needed to happen and even though he hadn’t wanted to, Naruto was swayed easily -- he really couldn’t find it in him to argue with the old man when he was practically on his deathbed -- but after several hours of silence and fifty-three (fifty-four now) unanswered questions Naruto’s patience had finally run out. He’d had enough this guy and his superiority complex but mostly, he was sick of being ignored. So he tried to make the other man pay attention in the only other way he knew how.
The kick didn’t even connect; instead it was caught in a surprisingly strong grip a few centimeters from its goal.
Naruto narrowed his eyes at the man who was still so utterly engrossed in his stupid book and tried to jerk his foot out of his companion’s grasp.
“Let me go,” he growled after several yanks had gained him nothing but a reddened complexion.
“Why should I?” The man still didn’t look up from his book as he spoke, which made Naruto even angrier. “You’re probably going to try it again if I do. You seem like the type.” The man had a deep voice, smooth with a touch of drawl to it. He sounded like a man with all the time in the world. It really pissed Naruto off.
“Let me go,” Naruto snarled darkly, “or I’ll come over there and make you.” His body was thrumming with a tightly restrained anger but it wouldn’t last for long, Naruto knew. He hated it when people made assumptions about him like that.
The man looked up at the venom in Naruto’s tone. Two mismatched eyes met Naruto’s for a long tense moment before he smiled and let go.
Blah, blah, blah. Y'all don't care, I know. WHATEVER. Feel free to go back to your regularly scheduled programs. XD