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midnightdiddleKindly disregard it. I was just freaking out a lot. About thirty seconds after I turned off my computer, Chantelle called, and she was worried. As was Ham, I later found out. But Chantelle came over, and she's been having a rough week. At any rate, Ham stopped by a bit later, and she was worried about Chantelle. It's better, for me to have someone else to worry over. So I'm no longer freaking out. And I did well this time! Didn't do anything stupid to myself, and I didn't break anything.
So...kindly disregard it. Onto Ugly Things.
Ugly Things is now known as Tryin' To Get To Heaven. It is going to be continued in my LJ only. Or, at least, I'm going to write it in LJ, all spur-of-the-moment, because I actually get something done that way. Then, when it's done, I'll clean it up and post it up on ff.net and kakairu community. So, until then...
When Iruka woke up, it was to Kakashi's frantic shaking of his shoulders. The jounin was crouched over teacher, and the drizzle had let up. He leaned in close, lips next to Iruka's ear, and Iruka stared past the silver hair to pick out stars from sky.
"Sound's almost here," Kakashi hissed into his ear and he nodded, rolling away from the older man silently.
The trenches were silent mass chaos, shinobi rushing about silently, divvying up kunai and shuriken, moving the injured further back. Iruka shoved the blanket at Kakashi and patted down his thighs, fingers searching blindly for his holster. Kakashi folded the blanket and shoved it into his pack, strapping the pack onto his back. They looked at each other, giving each other strained smiles, teeth flashing white in the dark.
There was a scream, loud and shrill, from their right and they slid further back into the dark, waiting restlessly. The screams came closer and closer, first from the right, then from the left, closing in on them. Iruka shifted, pressing against Kakashi's side for a moment, and Kakashi leaned back.
"Don't die, sensei," Kakashi whispered.
Another scream came, this time accompanied by shouts and the sound of metal hitting metal, and they broke apart from the shadows and each other, moving. Iruka rushed to the right and Kakashi ran to the left, both going into opposite ends of the fray.
Time held still, becoming endless moments filled with screams of dying men, shouts of killing men. Kunai and shuriken flashed, and the sky wavered from chakra being gathered and released. It was a chaotic blend of metal and lightening, wind and earth, fire and water, absolutely hypnotic and heartbreakingly beautiful, in a brutal way.
"Run," someone yelled from somewhere behind Kakashi. He ripped another kunai through a Sound-nin and turned, searching the bodies, living and dead, for the yeller. Screams stopped for a moment, the trenches taken over by a deadly calm, and then people were leaping from the trenches, running towards Kakashi on the higher ground.
Asuma lunged out of the mud, grabbing Kakashi's arm and pulling him along. "Get out," he yelled gruffly, pushing Kakashi towards a wall, letting go so he could himself leap out of the trench. "They're collapsing it, get out!"
"Shit," Kakashi snarled under his breath, pulling himself out of the trench. He leapt over a pile of bodies at the edge, running off to the right, to where Iruka had disappeared. "Iruka," he yelled, dodging a kunai. "Get out, get out now!"
A dark-haired head turned in his direction and he slammed into the man in front of him, pushing the shinobi out of the way.
"Iruka, move!"
The younger man looked at Kakashi, dark eyes widening, and the teacher started to move, leg muscles bunching to throw himself into the air when the ground disappeared beneath him.
!-!-!
Iruka couldn't breathe. There was a weight right on his chest, pushing on his lungs and ribs, and his body was twisted. His arms were pinned beneath him, and one of his legs was twisted in a position he knew wasn't right. He could feel something (someone, his mind supplied helpfully) slither against one of his arms, and he gagged, mud falling into his mouth.
"'Kashi," he coughed out, scraping his tongue across his top teeth to rid it of the mud. He pushed up against his arms, trying to slide them out, and the weight on his chest increased, pushing down on him until he began coughing again, mud sliding down his throat. Dark eyes opened, blinking in the complete dark. "God," he whispered, coughing out the bit of mud. "God, oh, god." It took a moment for his brain to catch up with his surroundings. Dark, covered with mud, with a weight on his chest.
Iruka screamed.
!-!-!
He was at the academy. Children were running around, boys playing with a ball, little girls picking flowers and chasing the boys. A small group of girls were on the other side of the lawn, sitting under a tree, clapping their hands, and if Iruka listened carefully, he could hear them singing.
Five little ninjas,
All dressed in black,
tryin' to get to heaven
in a flying sack-
A young man ran up to him, breathless and pale. "Iruka-sensei," he panted out, hands on his knees, "Hokage-sama needs to see you." He nodded and stepped back from the young man, raising his hands to create a seal. As the teacher teleported away, he could hear faint strains of the girls' song follow him.
Well the sack, it broke,
And down they all fell,
and instead of goin' to heaven-
!-!-!
End. For now. TBC. Probably tomorrow. Since it's now 3:18. But I've been talking the plot over with Nezuko. This one, I think I really will finish.
So...kindly disregard it. Onto Ugly Things.
Ugly Things is now known as Tryin' To Get To Heaven. It is going to be continued in my LJ only. Or, at least, I'm going to write it in LJ, all spur-of-the-moment, because I actually get something done that way. Then, when it's done, I'll clean it up and post it up on ff.net and kakairu community. So, until then...
When Iruka woke up, it was to Kakashi's frantic shaking of his shoulders. The jounin was crouched over teacher, and the drizzle had let up. He leaned in close, lips next to Iruka's ear, and Iruka stared past the silver hair to pick out stars from sky.
"Sound's almost here," Kakashi hissed into his ear and he nodded, rolling away from the older man silently.
The trenches were silent mass chaos, shinobi rushing about silently, divvying up kunai and shuriken, moving the injured further back. Iruka shoved the blanket at Kakashi and patted down his thighs, fingers searching blindly for his holster. Kakashi folded the blanket and shoved it into his pack, strapping the pack onto his back. They looked at each other, giving each other strained smiles, teeth flashing white in the dark.
There was a scream, loud and shrill, from their right and they slid further back into the dark, waiting restlessly. The screams came closer and closer, first from the right, then from the left, closing in on them. Iruka shifted, pressing against Kakashi's side for a moment, and Kakashi leaned back.
"Don't die, sensei," Kakashi whispered.
Another scream came, this time accompanied by shouts and the sound of metal hitting metal, and they broke apart from the shadows and each other, moving. Iruka rushed to the right and Kakashi ran to the left, both going into opposite ends of the fray.
Time held still, becoming endless moments filled with screams of dying men, shouts of killing men. Kunai and shuriken flashed, and the sky wavered from chakra being gathered and released. It was a chaotic blend of metal and lightening, wind and earth, fire and water, absolutely hypnotic and heartbreakingly beautiful, in a brutal way.
"Run," someone yelled from somewhere behind Kakashi. He ripped another kunai through a Sound-nin and turned, searching the bodies, living and dead, for the yeller. Screams stopped for a moment, the trenches taken over by a deadly calm, and then people were leaping from the trenches, running towards Kakashi on the higher ground.
Asuma lunged out of the mud, grabbing Kakashi's arm and pulling him along. "Get out," he yelled gruffly, pushing Kakashi towards a wall, letting go so he could himself leap out of the trench. "They're collapsing it, get out!"
"Shit," Kakashi snarled under his breath, pulling himself out of the trench. He leapt over a pile of bodies at the edge, running off to the right, to where Iruka had disappeared. "Iruka," he yelled, dodging a kunai. "Get out, get out now!"
A dark-haired head turned in his direction and he slammed into the man in front of him, pushing the shinobi out of the way.
"Iruka, move!"
The younger man looked at Kakashi, dark eyes widening, and the teacher started to move, leg muscles bunching to throw himself into the air when the ground disappeared beneath him.
!-!-!
Iruka couldn't breathe. There was a weight right on his chest, pushing on his lungs and ribs, and his body was twisted. His arms were pinned beneath him, and one of his legs was twisted in a position he knew wasn't right. He could feel something (someone, his mind supplied helpfully) slither against one of his arms, and he gagged, mud falling into his mouth.
"'Kashi," he coughed out, scraping his tongue across his top teeth to rid it of the mud. He pushed up against his arms, trying to slide them out, and the weight on his chest increased, pushing down on him until he began coughing again, mud sliding down his throat. Dark eyes opened, blinking in the complete dark. "God," he whispered, coughing out the bit of mud. "God, oh, god." It took a moment for his brain to catch up with his surroundings. Dark, covered with mud, with a weight on his chest.
Iruka screamed.
!-!-!
He was at the academy. Children were running around, boys playing with a ball, little girls picking flowers and chasing the boys. A small group of girls were on the other side of the lawn, sitting under a tree, clapping their hands, and if Iruka listened carefully, he could hear them singing.
Five little ninjas,
All dressed in black,
tryin' to get to heaven
in a flying sack-
A young man ran up to him, breathless and pale. "Iruka-sensei," he panted out, hands on his knees, "Hokage-sama needs to see you." He nodded and stepped back from the young man, raising his hands to create a seal. As the teacher teleported away, he could hear faint strains of the girls' song follow him.
Well the sack, it broke,
And down they all fell,
and instead of goin' to heaven-
!-!-!
End. For now. TBC. Probably tomorrow. Since it's now 3:18. But I've been talking the plot over with Nezuko. This one, I think I really will finish.
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Date: 2005-05-01 05:14 pm (UTC)I was glad to work things out. I'm such an idiot sometimes...but they are, too, so it's all good. And actually, my birthday is this coming week. And thank you!