Fandom: Naruto (Naruto / Sasuke, Itachi light / Sasuke)
Title: Crashing Mirror
Author: Misako93
Rating : PG13
Genere : introspettivo, angst, hurt/comfort
Avvisi : what if, post-shippuuden, differenze con la trama originale.
Date drafting : April 10, 2009
Summary: Sasuke is back in Konoha. It all seems quiet, but the ex-nukening something is slowly breaking, the reflection of someone never disappeared completely.
Note: I was not convinced a girlfriend when I started writing this fic. It had to be a kind of parody, one of many to tease the dear Uchiha. But in the meantime I've been involved in an RPG in which he played Sasuke, and I'm fond of this character, for which has developed thick and did this shot angst. Although it is probably going OOC, I like to think that gives a Sasuke without notice, going to pieces like a mirror covered with cracks.
The first thing that should be said about me is that we should not talk to me. After all, in theory, I should not even exist. That is, I should be dead, I think.
Usually I avoid thinking about it, because I conclude that it ends up being actually dead, and that's why I'm experiencing is a kind of hell. Then the usual
usuratonkachi enters the restaurant for breakfast, and the reality is all too real; only he can eat ramen at a quarter past seven in the morning before an A-ranked mission.
.... perhaps this could be a bit 'of confusion. What makes us
someone like me to serve ramen in a restaurant? It 's a long story, which can be summarized in one sentence as absurd as inconceivable: the punishment for the criminals level S is not death, is the ramen. And, as Tsunade was kind enough to let me see, is practically perfect for me: everyone knows that Uchiha hate sweets (except Itachi who is a special case). But that is Uchiha Sasuke-hate-myself that ramen. The reason is
one.
- Sasuke-chan! why the hell have opened so late this morning?? I'm starving, Dattebayo!
E 'the same reason that he entered the store as not just five minutes and already I'm sick of bringing this about. The same reason that has prevented the Hokage to apply to me a perfectly reasonable penalty. The same reason they say Dattebayo should be punishable by law. A high ground more or less like me, who I know since the days of the academy (and has never changed dietary habits since then, I assure you), who has blond hair, a bit 'longer take them as then, and eyes blue, and those are always the same. One reason for the name Uzumaki Naruto.
- this morning .... Miso Dattebayo!
... ok. A perpetually hungry pattern named Uzumaki Naruto.
- Naruto, I woke up ten minutes ago, give me two minutes of rest? I have headaches - the excuse of headache usually works. Also because he knows that I suffer from when Kakashi-sensei and company have tried to seal the cursed seal permanently. Unfortunately, they did block any vessels of the circulatory system of the chakras, so I peak pressure resulting in excruciating pain at the back of his head that make me really mad. Somehow it seems that Naruto is sorry for that.
- He! So that's why you open late? I bet you did yesterday still the wee hours in the company of a bottle of sake!
Again with this story ... I can not stand alcohol, I know perfectly. But sometimes I really need to pull off.
Good thing I have to only serve ramen. I will just lay the steaming bowls in front of customers, taking care not stuffing them with your fingers (as happened to me the first few times, and I caught always scolded by the cook). So Naruto servant, and I am leaning on the counter for a while 'watching strafogarsi exclaimed after a quick "itadakimasu. It 's absurd when he eats, I can not help but smile as I look at it. Not never know whether to be disgusted or amused by his famelicità.
- how do you know that we open late? You were not here before to wait. - The only shop open at this absurd for him in practice. Fortunately there are many cases Konoha humans feel the need to eat ramen for every meal.
- I was out here about ten minutes to wait, but since no one came, I went to get me a ride ... - Pauses to drain the last sip of soup and I will return the empty bowl - Gochisosama it! Now I have to really get away, otherwise I'll be late ...
E 'curious. Naruto hours usually stalls before leaving. - The mission that you have today?
- nah, no mission! exams begin today for chunnin and are one of the examiners ...
- wakatta ... - Have never become chunnin. I mean, I never had to take an examination to become one. My name still stands in the register, but only because Naruto has so insisted. According to him, however, are still a ninja of Konoha, and my level should allow me to be Jounin without even testing. It 's the usual idiot. Has not yet figured out that I've failed as a shinobi across the board. I would not be here to serve ramen, if I had the opportunity to continue my career. But that's what's going to do shit, no, Sasuke?
- mata ne! - I throw the money on the counter and shoots away.
- search to set a good example, at least you, Usuratonkachi - pff. Naruto examiner and I made a ramen shop.
Who would have thought?
are different. Ok that is normal, if I had stayed at nineteen equal to six or seven years ago would have been a little worrying. But it's not just my face to be changed. I look in the mirror and I get a thrill every damn time. Especially at night, if I made a couple of glasses. Or if you are the first hours of the morning after a sleepless night, with the sun still hidden behind the mountains.
Those dark marks under his eyes remind me Itachi. That's him in the mirror, back to haunt me. Remains to burn holes in the back with his damn eyes when he turned his back. Although I know that is not really there.
It 'really my brother, and it destroys me. No matter how I insist on trying to keep their hair shorter than his, is always under my skin, which I see as crumbling in one of his genjutsu to bring out his face instead of my ... and then I drown in the sake. I know I should not do that, because of the aftermath of the drugs that I took when I was still with Orochimaru and another million reasons, but at least I can fool myself again. I flatter myself again that I'm not going crazy, I'm just drunk. It's not my mind to be damaged, the bottle is always empty too quickly. And what stirs in my stomach is just alcohol. Guilt does not even know where he is at home.
- Sasuke, but you have to leave? Oi! Sasuke?
... I fell asleep? I do not remember what we were talking about. And the pain in the neck is almost unbearable, but it is easing a little ...
- or? Sasuke?
- ... I'm sorry, I did not sleep a wink last night ... What were you saying?
- I say that you should take a couple of days off. I mean, when you were assigned the task you have failed to even shop Sunday!
- but I do not mind staying on Sunday ... I do not know what to do at home. At least I keep myself busy ...
- I mean really! You are very very very pale ....
- Hee, then there will! - My skin color is of course dead for some years now.
- Sasuke. I'm really saying. - I do not like. He repeats things, calling me by name without any suffix. It 's too close for my taste.
- Naruto, I'm fine ...
But I is not listening more. - Hey, ojisan! why not by a few days off to Sasuke-chan, ne? - ... God, I hope you do not hear it!
- Narut--
- Ano sa! Ano sa! me and Sakura-chan go to the spa here we are out of town for the weekend with Shikamaru, Chouji and Ino ... Come along, come on! There will also Kakashi-sensei is a bit 'you do not see, I often ask you ...
- BUT THAT STRESS! - The hissing in my face, no longer able to restrain myself. At this moment I do not care what comes out of my mouth - you may know why you're so attached to the crust?!? What the hell makes you think he still has the desire to do any one thing?!? I do not know why they are still alive instead of half decomposed in a common grave marked "Criminal Class S "in red letters and you come and tell me if I want to come to the spa with a lot of people would have every right to spit in my eye ...?!? But what the fuck do you want to know-- sbam.
... I do not know exactly what happened, apart from the fact that Naruto has struck me, and that instead of looking at him now I'm looking at the wall that was three seconds ago on my right. I feel the taste of blood, and a rather sore cheek.
- Sasuke, give us a break. - Take me by the shoulders, and forces me to watch it again. - Ne?
I think that gave me a punch, rather than a slap, but I'm not so sure. I shook a bit '- Give it a rest now. - I'm afraid. I'm afraid to fall apart. But if I feel my cheeks wet probably means that my nerves have gone before me without asking my opinion. After all who am I to stop me follow suit? There
Naruto to accompany my final collapse on the counter, and his hands to remove the hair knotted handkerchief I hold the workplace.
No, maybe not Itachi. Would not be such a thing never happened (as if it could ever have happen to serve ramen in a restaurant). I am comforted by very little.
* The last quarter of an hour is a bit 'a mess.
I had a vague perception of Naruto that he spoke with the owner of the shop, which helped me to get up and took me home (when he found out that I have returned to live in my old house in the neighborhood Uchiha? "I told him no, I had not told anyone). He was in my kitchen. Prepare a strong tea, I think. He mumbled something about it.
- I can not believe that your kitchen is more empty than mine. The tea was still packed. There is not even the milk in the fridge, so to speak. But you know what the hell can you eat in the morning?
- ... ramen. - Bellowing. Not the sound of my voice. Not the sound of a voice.
sip a little 'tea (when I put it before?) enjoying a bit 'of its heat.
- that you eat ramen?? Each morning for more! But are you really Uchiha Sasuke? - Kidding, but has no idea what we went by. I'm really Uchiha Sasuke?
hate ramen, and the more you eat, the more I come to hate. Except that I did not really want to start cooking something more elaborate, ramen, canned is fine for someone who should be dead.
- Sasuke Damn, look, you're a rag. I bet you're also coming some accident ...
The scent of Naruto is something strange. E 'clean but wild, like a tamed fox. The comparison is not reported the Kyuubi, I swear, I can not even come to mind. The fox in theory does not give you the impression of something warm and cozy. Naruto. And though it seems terribly awkward, is capable of being delicate.
The human brain is truly amazing when you consider how many impressions and information processing in the time of contact of lips on his forehead that lasted less than two seconds. At the same time, you realize how terribly stupid of the instinct that compels you to grab a guy you've seen (in chronological order) an idiot, a loser, a damn loser, a friend, a monster, your best friend , a dreamer, a scassacazzo, a fool, an obstacle, an idiot, a ramen-eating, which you probably bought the license chunnin if it has not passed the exam for a miracle, and perhaps the only person that really care how you feel, as if it were the ultimate certainty of your life in the world.
stupid thing, it is probably also true.
no apparent reason, Naruto has begun to move in with me. At first merely a walk with me to my house after I had finished working, then started to get a drink, then sleep there (in my brother's futon), and then we started a. .. be '. Being a couple? maybe.
Now I get up in the morning, trying not to wake Naruto (who sleeps with me in my brother's futon), but failed miserably each time, kissed him before leaving to open the shop, then joined me and we have breakfast together. Then he is to accomplish its missions, and I work. After lunch we will pick and train together. Thanks to the intervention of my chakra Neji now runs quite normally, and I can use almost all my old jutsu. I am preparing for the examination of Jounin. When I went to sign up have not tried to kill me, so I suppose that I'm not trying prohibited.
Sometimes when we walk side by side Naruto took my hand. And I always do laugh when he kisses me on the street and blush.
It 's absurd, which is not at all shocked by the sudden turn things have taken. Indeed.
What is really absurd is that I noticed just now. Now, just hours before the sun rises, when I look in the mirror, I see where Naruto is sleeping peacefully (in my brother's futon, where up to two minutes before I was there).
I see my skin, full and tight. Compact sound. The eye sockets were filled, my irises, the first weak and faded, no longer leave the sharingan to see in the dark. And the Naruto series on my clavicles sways with every movement I make, reflecting blue light as his eyes. This is not the
that no longer seems Itachi. Inevitably going to drive me looks more and more, at least physically. But I have the happiness that my brother never had.
in the mirror And there's my smile.
(I think it was what I really wanted Itachi)
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