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swordageTitle: Messed Up
Series: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
kytyngurl2. Present tense, with my apologies.
Request: SasuNaru. Comparisons of their childhood and past. Understanding. Slightly fluffy!angsty
The sun is warm on the grassy hill, somehow closer to the sky than the trees around them. Naruto stretches lazily. Sasuke sighs when the back of Naruto’s hand brushes his hair. It’s a simple exhalation, no meaning behind it, and he can almost hear Naruto smile contentedly.
“It’s nice,” Naruto murmurs, “to have such good weather today.”
“Today isn’t special,” Sasuke replies with a wry twist of his mouth.
Naruto shrugs, yawning wide enough to crack his jaw, and falls limp again. There’s an ant on Sasuke’s outflung hand, creeping over smoking dirt to taste the salt of his sweat. Sasuke turns his head to watch it. A rock pokes his ear.
“Hey,” Naruto says. “Hey. D’you think… when you said…”
“Spit it out already,” Sasuke groans. Naruto has the most annoying roundabout way of doing things. The ant bites his pinkie, but he can’t move his hand to crush it.
“D’you think we could have been friends? Y’know, if we tried a little harder or if things were different…” Naruto nearly mumbles the last bit, clearly finding it silly the more he thinks about it.
“I don’t know. You can’t change the past anyway. We can only work with what we have now.” Sasuke closes his eyes and breathes quietly, coughing a little at the scent of sulphur.
“Yeah, I guess… But it would have been nice. To have… To be a friend. We could have done stuff.” Naruto shifts a little, tugging up bits of charred grass and rolling them between his fingers. “Hey. Sasuke. Jerk.”
Sasuke has to try to answer twice, and it comes out a little thick and wet. “I can’t see us playing hopscotch, dork.”
“No, really.” Naruto sits up with a quiet rustle and the snapping of fire-brittle twigs. “It would have been nice. I want to do it over again.”
“You can’t.” Sasuke opens his eyes to look up at Naruto. The trees behind the blond are blurry, shattered wrecks. “Hey. I have an idea.”
“What is it?” Naruto sounds surprisingly gentle, smiling sadly down at Sasuke. His hands are dug into the ground; his arms tremble from the force of it. Sasuke tries to smile back. He can’t remember how.
“You wanna… You wanna start over again? Take these. Take what's mine. Play it out again. There’s always another Orochimaru. Another Kakashi. Another Sakura.” He coughs a little. His hand twitches in the corner of his eye. It’s still numb. “You’ll need to see clearly if you want it all back again.”
“Sasuke,” Naruto says softly, that sad smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth, “are you dying?”
Sasuke remembers how to smile then, bitter and private. “Yeah. I am.”
“Alright.” Naruto shakes the dirt from his claws, wipes the chakra-baked clay onto his pants, and carefully arranges Sasuke’s limbs to a more comfortable-looking position. It hardly matters to Sasuke; he can't feel most of it anyway. The back of his hand is red and blistered; the Chidori heated the ground it rested on more than flesh can stand.
Sasuke sighs again, enjoying the quiet warmth of the sun. He looks up at Naruto, and Naruto looks down at him, and then a gentle pressure under his unnatural crimson eyes makes it all go red and then black and then there is nothing.
***
Title: Sharp as Steel
Series: FMA
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ponderosa121. First-person present tense (oh my god I am so sorry).
Request: Unabashed evilness; Ishvar-era death, destruction, and mayhem. "Knives out."
The soldiers are starting to get anxious. They give each other Looks behind my back, holding conversations with their frightened jack-rabbit eyes – every time I pause to feel out the barricade stretched across the street that's keeping them from the Ishballan snipers, they titter like little old women at the theatre. Fools – they don’t even notice the changes, visible even to an untrained eye, and I think perhaps I’ll forget to warn them to stay clear. Yes, that bastard in particular, with the eyes of a hound and the disposition to match, staring like he owns me. Come a little closer, pup. Let’s dance.
I saunter back to the foxholes, stepping down five feet to land in the midst of the veterans – these ones don’t look at me, just take the lull to clean and reload their rifles, mechanical and empty-eyed. There’s a boy with them, tossed in to take the place of that old fellow – Albertson, was it? The kid stands too straight when he sees my insignia, and the man next to him reaches out and grabs his head, shoving it down. A bullet thuds into the opposite wall of the trench, and the kid goes pale. I grin lazily at the man; it wasn’t for bullets that he moved. He’s already braced for the explosion.
It rocks through me, leaning me against the dry-dirt wall and dusting me with grit, tossing my hair in my face like razor-thin whips. I close my eyes against the heat of it – saw a man once whose eyes burst, screaming and clawing and dripping blood and ooze into the golden sand. The others might have shot him; Take him out back, one had said, and no one laughed.
I straighten when it’s over, peering over the weakened trench walls at the barrier – that’s a big enough hole for two of those hulking mobile artillery pieces, and that’s good enough. The front ranks are bleeding out on the sand, and hound-dog is still and face down in the dirt. A grin and a clap turn the wall before me into a pleasant ramp. It doesn’t matter now that we’re all filthy and itchy with rough Ishballan dirt – the men look up at me and wait for the signal.
“Come on, boys,” I laugh, first one up the treacherous slope to chase the scattering red-eyed bastards. “Knives out.”
Series: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For
kytyngurl2. Present tense, with my apologies.Request: SasuNaru. Comparisons of their childhood and past. Understanding. Slightly fluffy!angsty
The sun is warm on the grassy hill, somehow closer to the sky than the trees around them. Naruto stretches lazily. Sasuke sighs when the back of Naruto’s hand brushes his hair. It’s a simple exhalation, no meaning behind it, and he can almost hear Naruto smile contentedly.
“It’s nice,” Naruto murmurs, “to have such good weather today.”
“Today isn’t special,” Sasuke replies with a wry twist of his mouth.
Naruto shrugs, yawning wide enough to crack his jaw, and falls limp again. There’s an ant on Sasuke’s outflung hand, creeping over smoking dirt to taste the salt of his sweat. Sasuke turns his head to watch it. A rock pokes his ear.
“Hey,” Naruto says. “Hey. D’you think… when you said…”
“Spit it out already,” Sasuke groans. Naruto has the most annoying roundabout way of doing things. The ant bites his pinkie, but he can’t move his hand to crush it.
“D’you think we could have been friends? Y’know, if we tried a little harder or if things were different…” Naruto nearly mumbles the last bit, clearly finding it silly the more he thinks about it.
“I don’t know. You can’t change the past anyway. We can only work with what we have now.” Sasuke closes his eyes and breathes quietly, coughing a little at the scent of sulphur.
“Yeah, I guess… But it would have been nice. To have… To be a friend. We could have done stuff.” Naruto shifts a little, tugging up bits of charred grass and rolling them between his fingers. “Hey. Sasuke. Jerk.”
Sasuke has to try to answer twice, and it comes out a little thick and wet. “I can’t see us playing hopscotch, dork.”
“No, really.” Naruto sits up with a quiet rustle and the snapping of fire-brittle twigs. “It would have been nice. I want to do it over again.”
“You can’t.” Sasuke opens his eyes to look up at Naruto. The trees behind the blond are blurry, shattered wrecks. “Hey. I have an idea.”
“What is it?” Naruto sounds surprisingly gentle, smiling sadly down at Sasuke. His hands are dug into the ground; his arms tremble from the force of it. Sasuke tries to smile back. He can’t remember how.
“You wanna… You wanna start over again? Take these. Take what's mine. Play it out again. There’s always another Orochimaru. Another Kakashi. Another Sakura.” He coughs a little. His hand twitches in the corner of his eye. It’s still numb. “You’ll need to see clearly if you want it all back again.”
“Sasuke,” Naruto says softly, that sad smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth, “are you dying?”
Sasuke remembers how to smile then, bitter and private. “Yeah. I am.”
“Alright.” Naruto shakes the dirt from his claws, wipes the chakra-baked clay onto his pants, and carefully arranges Sasuke’s limbs to a more comfortable-looking position. It hardly matters to Sasuke; he can't feel most of it anyway. The back of his hand is red and blistered; the Chidori heated the ground it rested on more than flesh can stand.
Sasuke sighs again, enjoying the quiet warmth of the sun. He looks up at Naruto, and Naruto looks down at him, and then a gentle pressure under his unnatural crimson eyes makes it all go red and then black and then there is nothing.
***
Title: Sharp as Steel
Series: FMA
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For
ponderosa121. First-person present tense (oh my god I am so sorry).Request: Unabashed evilness; Ishvar-era death, destruction, and mayhem. "Knives out."
The soldiers are starting to get anxious. They give each other Looks behind my back, holding conversations with their frightened jack-rabbit eyes – every time I pause to feel out the barricade stretched across the street that's keeping them from the Ishballan snipers, they titter like little old women at the theatre. Fools – they don’t even notice the changes, visible even to an untrained eye, and I think perhaps I’ll forget to warn them to stay clear. Yes, that bastard in particular, with the eyes of a hound and the disposition to match, staring like he owns me. Come a little closer, pup. Let’s dance.
I saunter back to the foxholes, stepping down five feet to land in the midst of the veterans – these ones don’t look at me, just take the lull to clean and reload their rifles, mechanical and empty-eyed. There’s a boy with them, tossed in to take the place of that old fellow – Albertson, was it? The kid stands too straight when he sees my insignia, and the man next to him reaches out and grabs his head, shoving it down. A bullet thuds into the opposite wall of the trench, and the kid goes pale. I grin lazily at the man; it wasn’t for bullets that he moved. He’s already braced for the explosion.
It rocks through me, leaning me against the dry-dirt wall and dusting me with grit, tossing my hair in my face like razor-thin whips. I close my eyes against the heat of it – saw a man once whose eyes burst, screaming and clawing and dripping blood and ooze into the golden sand. The others might have shot him; Take him out back, one had said, and no one laughed.
I straighten when it’s over, peering over the weakened trench walls at the barrier – that’s a big enough hole for two of those hulking mobile artillery pieces, and that’s good enough. The front ranks are bleeding out on the sand, and hound-dog is still and face down in the dirt. A grin and a clap turn the wall before me into a pleasant ramp. It doesn’t matter now that we’re all filthy and itchy with rough Ishballan dirt – the men look up at me and wait for the signal.
“Come on, boys,” I laugh, first one up the treacherous slope to chase the scattering red-eyed bastards. “Knives out.”
*purrs*
Date: 2005-06-03 05:27 am (UTC)I adore this, particularly the "Knives out" bit. *snuggles it carefully* Also, I find your descriptions of explosions to be unspeakably sexy--probably due to the source. ^_~ People don't pay enough attention to Ishbal!Kimbley's hair, I think. In those sketches you posted it looks like a happily swishing fox tail! Only, you know, not bushy. ^^
FABulous~
*snickers*
Date: 2005-06-03 05:52 am (UTC)My explosions are sexy? Sweet! XD Always a good sign when one is writing Kimbley. (He's such a showman - all his explosions have far too much smoke.) I really liked the use of his hair in this one, too - I rather suddenly remembered that long hair HURTS when there's hard winds like that. So basically, glad you liked!
...I'm sure none of that was very coherent. I should really save the feedback responses until after I've slept.