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midnightdiddleSo, I do my best thinking/dreaming late a night and early in the morning, in the moments between awake and asleep. This morning, it was all Shades of Grey, which shall now be known as Mostly Black With a Little White. Don't ask...
So, in fear of losing what I dreamed up, I'm typing it all up in here, to be added to the lengthening oneshot when I (someday, my prince will come....) get my computer back. Whenever that'll be. Ack, this is killing me! ....
'Ware, this shan't make sense. Many apologies.
Kakashi led him down stairs, and more stairs, and even more stairs. Iruka followed, ears hyper-sensitive to each of Kakashi's footsteps. He followed a single step behind, breathing lightly, focusing on each of the copy-nin's soft steps. Kakashi paused then turned to the side and Iruka followed his footsteps obediently, turning to the right and into what felt like a hallway. It was quiet, oppressive in its stillness, and their footsteps were loud in Iruka's ears.
Iruka heard Kakashi's movements pause for a moment and he stopped as well, listening as Kakashi moved again. A door clicked, then swung open slowly, grating against the hinges. Iruka stepped forward cautiously, proud when he didn't stumble through the doorway.
The room was large and each sound echoed, bouncing off walls far enough away that Iruka couldn't sense. He felt like he was stuck in something too big to be comfortable, cramped in the enormous room, and he swallowed, eyes falling shut. Kakashi stopped walking next to him and Iruka stopped as well.
"Now what?" he asked. He felt Kakashi walk away and swallowed the desire to throw something. "Now what?" he asked again, impatient.
"Tsunade will be here soon," Kakashi said carelessly. Iruka shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Fine," he said bitterly.
Iruka didn't know how long it had been (seconds? minutes?) when the door opened behind him and footsteps came in. The footsteps were slow, steady, and too heavy to be Tsunade's. Another set came in, careful and hesitant, then another, quick and sure. Iruka's shoulders rose reflexively as more and more people came into the room, filling it slowly. He squashed the urge to run, and the urge to curl up on the floor, and the urge to call for Kakashi. He swallowed again, throat dry and tight, and closed his eyes, breathing through his mouth carefully.
"Iruka?"
Iruka's head snapped to the side, eyes locking on his left. His head followed the sound of the light footsteps, the clicking of heels.
"Tsunade-sama," he said, a faint smile on his face. "I wasn't aware there were going to be so many people."
"Iruka," Tsunade said, near the front of the room, "I don't think you're aware how serious this is. Kakashi's made the accusation that you're blind, and you've refuted it. So, Iruka, how much can you see?"
Iruka's face twisted for a moment, then smoothed out into a smile. "Black, and some spots of white."
"Spots of white?" Tsunade asked indifferently.
"The light from the windows," Iruka clarified.
"Where?"
Iruka hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand, pointing in front of him, to the right. It was silent for a few seconds and then Tsunade sighed.
"Iruka," she said slowly, "there are no windows."
Iruka dropped his arm, laughing softly. "I guess you found me out," he said flippantly, rubbing his fingertips against his pantleg.
"Come here, Iruka," said Tsunade. Iruka froze, blood draining from his face.
"I can't," he whispered, hand gripping his pantleg now.
"Why not?" she asked patiently. He raised his head, fixing his eyes on something he couldn't see.
"I don't know the layout of the room."
"And?" Tsunade prompted. Iruka's face darkened, twisting up furiously, then smoothed out again.
"And I can't walk to the front of a room I don't know the layout of, Tsunade-sama. There may be people, or chairs."
"And why does that matter, Iruka?" she led again. Iruka could hear a pen scraping over paper and he lowered his head, smiling at the ground.
"It matters because I'm blind, Tsunade-sama."
"You understand what you're admitting to, chuunin? You deliberately withheld information about your condition, and doing so, put your students and teammates at risk."
Iruka hissed a breath. "I haven't put anyone in danger. I've withdrawn from missions, I've-"
"Are you opposing me, chuunin?" Tsunade interrupted, voice sharp. Iruka snarled, face dark.
"No, damnit, I just- God, I-" He bit his words off, clenching his hands at his sides, eyes shut tight. He swallowed and forced his shoulders to lower, breathing slowly. "No, I'm not. I- Here."
Iruka fumbled with his vest, then withdrew a folded paper. He hesitated then held it out, arm stiff and straight. There was silence and he felt his face burn.
"I can't-" he began.
"Wait," a voice- Kakashi- said to his right, and a hand closed around Iruka's wrist. Iruka jerked, stumbling to the left, and the hand tightened around his wrist. The fingertips dug into his skin and pulled him, keeping him upright.
"I'll take it," Kakashi continued blithely, and the paper was tugged out of Iruka's hand. Kakashi stepped away from Iruka and the teacher rubbed his wrist, unsure.
"What is it, Iruka?" Tsunade asked as Kakashi's footsteps led to the front of the room. Iruka rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand, eyes narrowed.
"It's my resignation." He raised his head, then dropped it, jutting out his lower jaw. The paper was unfolded and Iruka felt his chest tighten.
Tsunade coughed, then spoke again, voice confused. "It's dated nearly a month ago."
"I'm not stupid, Tsunade-sama," Iruka said tiredly. "I figured it out a long time ago, what was happening."
"Then why didn't you say something? Why didn't you tell me?" Tsunade's voice was still confused, but now it was aggravated as well. Iruka's face flushed and he shoved his hands into his pockets, shoulders rising up again.
"I was scared," he whispered. Tsunade cleared his throat and his eyes narrowed. "I was scared," he snapped. "I didn't want to be useless."
In other news. A girl (I think it was a girl...) drew me a pretty pretty picture for Tryin' to Get to Heaven. It was the Genma-Raidou death scene, and it was just lovely. Sadly, I lost it. It was on deviantart. Has anyone...come across anything that could be it? I'm quite sad about losing it. *sigh*
*Edit: Funny thing. Bwahahah! I love Utah like I love jello.
They're all true! They're not true at all. >_>
So, in fear of losing what I dreamed up, I'm typing it all up in here, to be added to the lengthening oneshot when I (someday, my prince will come....) get my computer back. Whenever that'll be. Ack, this is killing me! ....
'Ware, this shan't make sense. Many apologies.
Kakashi led him down stairs, and more stairs, and even more stairs. Iruka followed, ears hyper-sensitive to each of Kakashi's footsteps. He followed a single step behind, breathing lightly, focusing on each of the copy-nin's soft steps. Kakashi paused then turned to the side and Iruka followed his footsteps obediently, turning to the right and into what felt like a hallway. It was quiet, oppressive in its stillness, and their footsteps were loud in Iruka's ears.
Iruka heard Kakashi's movements pause for a moment and he stopped as well, listening as Kakashi moved again. A door clicked, then swung open slowly, grating against the hinges. Iruka stepped forward cautiously, proud when he didn't stumble through the doorway.
The room was large and each sound echoed, bouncing off walls far enough away that Iruka couldn't sense. He felt like he was stuck in something too big to be comfortable, cramped in the enormous room, and he swallowed, eyes falling shut. Kakashi stopped walking next to him and Iruka stopped as well.
"Now what?" he asked. He felt Kakashi walk away and swallowed the desire to throw something. "Now what?" he asked again, impatient.
"Tsunade will be here soon," Kakashi said carelessly. Iruka shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Fine," he said bitterly.
Iruka didn't know how long it had been (seconds? minutes?) when the door opened behind him and footsteps came in. The footsteps were slow, steady, and too heavy to be Tsunade's. Another set came in, careful and hesitant, then another, quick and sure. Iruka's shoulders rose reflexively as more and more people came into the room, filling it slowly. He squashed the urge to run, and the urge to curl up on the floor, and the urge to call for Kakashi. He swallowed again, throat dry and tight, and closed his eyes, breathing through his mouth carefully.
"Iruka?"
Iruka's head snapped to the side, eyes locking on his left. His head followed the sound of the light footsteps, the clicking of heels.
"Tsunade-sama," he said, a faint smile on his face. "I wasn't aware there were going to be so many people."
"Iruka," Tsunade said, near the front of the room, "I don't think you're aware how serious this is. Kakashi's made the accusation that you're blind, and you've refuted it. So, Iruka, how much can you see?"
Iruka's face twisted for a moment, then smoothed out into a smile. "Black, and some spots of white."
"Spots of white?" Tsunade asked indifferently.
"The light from the windows," Iruka clarified.
"Where?"
Iruka hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand, pointing in front of him, to the right. It was silent for a few seconds and then Tsunade sighed.
"Iruka," she said slowly, "there are no windows."
Iruka dropped his arm, laughing softly. "I guess you found me out," he said flippantly, rubbing his fingertips against his pantleg.
"Come here, Iruka," said Tsunade. Iruka froze, blood draining from his face.
"I can't," he whispered, hand gripping his pantleg now.
"Why not?" she asked patiently. He raised his head, fixing his eyes on something he couldn't see.
"I don't know the layout of the room."
"And?" Tsunade prompted. Iruka's face darkened, twisting up furiously, then smoothed out again.
"And I can't walk to the front of a room I don't know the layout of, Tsunade-sama. There may be people, or chairs."
"And why does that matter, Iruka?" she led again. Iruka could hear a pen scraping over paper and he lowered his head, smiling at the ground.
"It matters because I'm blind, Tsunade-sama."
"You understand what you're admitting to, chuunin? You deliberately withheld information about your condition, and doing so, put your students and teammates at risk."
Iruka hissed a breath. "I haven't put anyone in danger. I've withdrawn from missions, I've-"
"Are you opposing me, chuunin?" Tsunade interrupted, voice sharp. Iruka snarled, face dark.
"No, damnit, I just- God, I-" He bit his words off, clenching his hands at his sides, eyes shut tight. He swallowed and forced his shoulders to lower, breathing slowly. "No, I'm not. I- Here."
Iruka fumbled with his vest, then withdrew a folded paper. He hesitated then held it out, arm stiff and straight. There was silence and he felt his face burn.
"I can't-" he began.
"Wait," a voice- Kakashi- said to his right, and a hand closed around Iruka's wrist. Iruka jerked, stumbling to the left, and the hand tightened around his wrist. The fingertips dug into his skin and pulled him, keeping him upright.
"I'll take it," Kakashi continued blithely, and the paper was tugged out of Iruka's hand. Kakashi stepped away from Iruka and the teacher rubbed his wrist, unsure.
"What is it, Iruka?" Tsunade asked as Kakashi's footsteps led to the front of the room. Iruka rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand, eyes narrowed.
"It's my resignation." He raised his head, then dropped it, jutting out his lower jaw. The paper was unfolded and Iruka felt his chest tighten.
Tsunade coughed, then spoke again, voice confused. "It's dated nearly a month ago."
"I'm not stupid, Tsunade-sama," Iruka said tiredly. "I figured it out a long time ago, what was happening."
"Then why didn't you say something? Why didn't you tell me?" Tsunade's voice was still confused, but now it was aggravated as well. Iruka's face flushed and he shoved his hands into his pockets, shoulders rising up again.
"I was scared," he whispered. Tsunade cleared his throat and his eyes narrowed. "I was scared," he snapped. "I didn't want to be useless."
In other news. A girl (I think it was a girl...) drew me a pretty pretty picture for Tryin' to Get to Heaven. It was the Genma-Raidou death scene, and it was just lovely. Sadly, I lost it. It was on deviantart. Has anyone...come across anything that could be it? I'm quite sad about losing it. *sigh*
*Edit: Funny thing. Bwahahah! I love Utah like I love jello.
You Know You're From Utah When... |
Green jell-o with carrots mixed in doesn't seem strange. You can pronounce Tooele. The U is not just a letter - Neither is the Y. You have actually eaten funeral potatoes. You've gotten both heat and frost burns off your car's door handle in the same month. You are not surprised to hear words like "Darn, Fetch, Flip", "Oh, My Heck" and "Shoot". Your tulips get snowed on three times after they come up and twice more after they bloom. Hunting season is a school holiday. The largest liquor store is the state government. You can go skiing and play golf on the same day. 30% humidity is muggy and almost unbearable. Somewhere in your family tree is a polygamist. You know the difference between a 'Steak House' and a 'Stake House'. The elevation exceeds the population You've broken down on the highway and somebody stops to help you You can see the stars at night You have a bumper sticker that says "Families are Forever." You were an aunt or uncle before you were three. Your spouse's mother was pregnant at your wedding. You have more children than you can find biblical names for. Your family considers a trip to McDonald'd a night out.. Your first child was conceived on your honeymoon. You feel guilty when you watch Monday Night Football. Your kids believe the deer hunt is a national holiday. You drink Coke from a brown paper bag. You consider a temple recommend a credit reference. At least two of your salad bowls are at the homes of neighbors. You believe that you must be 18 or older to order coffee at a restaurant. You wonder why fire truck drivers honk when you drive 35 mph in the left lane on the freeway. There is a similarity between a ward basketball game and the L.A. riots. You think Jack Daniels is a country western singer. You negotiate prices at a garage sale. You can make Jell-O salad without the recipe. You've heard about BYU football in a testimony meeting. You have two gallons of ice cream in your freezer at all times. Your father-in-law thinks Ronald Reagan was a liberal. A member of your family wrote in Lavell Edwards for president in the last election. Cars in the slow lane are traveling the fastest; cars in the fast lane are traveling the slowest; cars in the middle lanes are always trying to exit. Sandals are the best-selling shoes. You have to ask for the uncensored version of "Titanic." Hotel rooms all have the Book of Mormon. You buy your wardrobe at the local grocery superstore. You learn about the Mormon Church by taking history in elementary school. You live in a state where Democrats always come in third place, unless a zoo animal is running. Then they come in fourth. You're on your own if you are turning left. Schools stay open, even if two feet of snow falls overnight, but close for the opening of hunting season. People wear shorts and T-shirts if the temperature rises above 32 degrees. There is a church on every corner, but they all teach the same thing. The most popular public transportation system is a ski lift. People drive to Idaho (or Arizona) to pick up a gallon of milk so they can play the lottery. In-state college football rivalries are bigger than the Super Bowl. Beer drinkers don't shop on Sunday. You don't have to breathe cigarette smoke until you walk outside a building. The cost of living rises while your salary drops. Every driveway has a minivan and a pickup truck. When you buy a new vehicle, cigarette lighters are optional equipment but gun and ski racks are standard. Every time a new family moves into your neighborhood, the local elementary school has to hire a new teacher. Your paycheck has an additional 10 percent deduction. "Temple recommends" is acceptable identification for cashing a check. More movies are filmed in your town than in Hollywood. You've never had a Mormon missionary knock on your door. Your neighbors complain about where they live, yet refuse to return to the state they moved from. You make a toast with red punch at your wedding reception. You have more raw wheat stored than some Third World countries. Your idea of a good time is playing Pictionary in the cultural hall. Your idea of a wild party is a six pack of Pepsi and a PG-13 movie. You and all your friends come to your mother for a haircut in her kitchen. You measure Kool-Aid by parts per million. You think "You're a 10 cow wife" is a compliment. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Utah. |
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:40 am (UTC)... why'd you think you have to be 18+ to order coffee ??? lol
Now , about this drabble thingy ... is it from that list you posted sometime ago , about which ones to finish and stuff ? ^^
It was very unexpected , why Kakashi was calling him there and stuff ... I thought it was gonna be like " so-so died " or so . =P
hmm ... will you write more of it , or is this the end ?? It seems somewhat ... undecided . ^^;
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Date: 2005-09-12 01:39 am (UTC)Umm...the drabble's just that, a drabble. As stated, it won't make sense. I just needed a place to put it, so I wouldn't lose it. My computer is still gone, you see, and so I can't save it anywhere, except my journal. It's just an excerpt of the story I'm occasionally working on.
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