He stood on the precipice, staring out into the endless sea of gold,
red, orange, and ever-darkening violet that was the sunse
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Author’s Notes: A... character study, perhaps? I'm not quite sure how to
define this, but I like it, and everyone I showed it to so far thinks it is
good, so here goes. ^_^ My plotbunny took a vacay on me, so it took me a while
to finish this despite being only just over a thousand words.
An Easy Thing
//“It seemed an easy thing, to step into the nothingness, to fall, to
die... //
He stood on the precipice, staring out into the endless sea of gold, red,
orange, and ever-darkening violet that was the sunset. The wind threaded playfully through his hair
and the treetops, inviting both to dance.
The leaves waved jauntily as they turned from green to crimson to green
and back in the fading light, glistening like so many drops of blood.
He took no pleasure in the sight or smell of blood, though he knew the
townsfolk would laugh should he say so.
As far as they were concerned, he was a bloodthirsty animal; a demon
living in the skin and bones and sinew of a human, not worth the air he
breathed.
He didn’t know why he remained. An easy
thing would be to simply take a step forwards, to walk off the edge. With such a long drop, he was sure to be
killed, had no way to survive. He
looked dispassionately down, gazing into the growing gloom at the bottom of the
sheer cliff. A slow river ran along the
base, flowing quietly, glowing as if on fire.
There were some swimmers in the water; though they looked like bugs from such a
height. Shino’s bugs, perhaps, or
ants. It would be an easy thing to let
his demon loose to do what it would.
They were bound to drive him out of town eventually, why delay the
inevitable? But he didn’t enjoy the
suffering of others, not in the least.
He’d had too much suffering in his own short life to enjoy someone
else’s. He understood.
He watched the swimmers collect their things and head off, presumably back to
the village. The last vestiges of
sunlight dipped below the horizon and the stars winked into existence. The night was clear, and cooling quickly; he
took out a kunai and began tossing it, watching it flash in the moonlight and
catching it on it’s way down.
A miscalculation, and a cut appeared on his palm as the kunai slipped through
his grasping hand, bouncing off a rock and over the edge of the precipice into
the darkness. He held his hand up, the
blood turning silvery-red in the light, and followed it as it drip-drip-dripped
onto the ground under his feet.
It wasn’t very deep and the bleeding soon stopped. It would be an easy thing to cut deeper; to let the crimson flow
until his body was cold and pale. It
would be some time before they bothered to look for him, even longer until they
found his body.
An owl left a nearby tree, off to hunt for the night, and he stared after it as
it flapped silently away, riding the wind.
How free it would feel to fly away into the night and escape his cage. But he couldn’t; jumping through the trees
was the closest he could come. He
enjoyed it, but it just wasn’t the same.
Turning, he approached the nearest tree and climbed up high into its
branches. There was something
satisfying about climbing a tree with just his own strength, without jumping or
chakra. The tree was huge and ancient,
rough-barked and many-limbed, hung about with vines and covered with moss on
its north side. He gave a vine a strong
tug; it held fast.
It would be an easy thing, to loop one round his neck. Simple, to then leap from the branch on
which he stood and hang from this old tree.
Dangle from a high limb like some macabre decoration. He laid a hand on the trunk of the tree,
watching his breath mist silver in the air between them, then pressed his
forehead to the rough bark. He remained
that way for some time.
A rustle of leaves below him, and he looked down. For a split second, he saw familiar pale eyes, a sadness like his
own buried deep under their surface.
Then he blinked and the eyes were those of a tanuki looking up at the
human in the tree, before bolting off into the underbrush. He climbed down from the tree and returned
to the edge of the precipice, standing in his own blood.
Looking behind him to the east, the world was murky in the pre-dawn light; if
he was going to leave, it would have to be fairly soon to make it back in
time. He hadn’t decided for certain
what he would do, but many options, easy and not, were available to him. All that awaited him at ‘home’ in the
village was pain and heartache, but....
He wasn’t the only person who lived with pain, he knew; others did as
well. But he wondered sometimes how
many lives would be happier should he die.
Most of the village, for certain, would be quite content if he did what
seemed easy and stepped into the nothingness.
But there were a few in his village who would be sad, or at least disappointed
in him, should he do that. And there
was one other... for that one, doing the easy thing would be a betrayal of the worst
kind. He’d taught that person how to
live—thought it took beating the hell out of him to do it—and showed him there
was more to life than loving oneself.
The sun was coming up now. Standing on
his tiptoes facing the emptiness on the edge of the cliff, he spread his arms
and leaned over slightly, stretching his fingertips to the wind. He balanced for an eternal instant on the
edge of the abyss; weightless yet weighty, oblivious and attuned at the same
time. A smile flickered across his face
as he leaned out a little further.
*********
Uzumaki Naruto lowered his arms. He
turned towards the forest path lit with the rising sun and walked steadily
forwards into another new day.
He had never been one to do the easy thing.
// ...But then I saw it, eyes filled with endless sorrow, and I turned back to
face my pain.”//
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fin
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Started: August 25-ish, 2005
Completed: September 6, 2005
Revised: N/A
So, there you have it. My little ficlet-character study-thingy.
I hope to be able to do this as a sort of series, with a bunch of different
Naruto characters. Maybe some other fandoms, too, so watch out for companion
ficlets!
Reviews and opinions of all types are appreciated and valued, from concrit to
flames. If you liked it, tell me why.
^_^ If you didn’t, I’d love to hear
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