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deathsdoctor) wrote2013-03-08 12:23 am
deathsdoctor) wrote2013-03-08 12:23 am
019 [Action/Written]
[He knew it would happen one day for one of them. That was the inevitability of Luceti romance. Braced for it. Lived each day like it was the last for them. Law had the grace of knowing that there was more down the line for him, but Itachi had the permanence of death waiting for him. The likelihood of coming back in a New Feather cycle a little older, a little wiser, or even at all with memories intact…
This was it, and when time was up, it was up.
And one day the end came, and a deep sense of sudden nothingness tearing him from sleep. To a bed empty save for him, and a room stripped of everything of Itachi’s (not that he had much).
And this is how it ends…]
[The next few hours are mechanical – the Supernova operating like a clockwork man. Get dressed, eat food, make breakfast for Konan, feed the cats, pet the cats (Amaya is crying, Sumire is agitated – they refuse to be consoled), take stock. Nothing remains and Law feels nothing. Nothing but a pounding sense of pressure building inside, and he keeps choking as he breathes and he doesn’t know why.
We both knew it would be this way. This is how it is back home. One moment together, the next apart. There is no guarantee in any life.
Laundry is next, and Law strips their… his bed of the sheets to wash them. It needs to be done, they had… and he suddenly squeezes shut his eyes because they are burning and he gasps and tries to breathe, air coming out his lungs in a whine. He can smell him. Itachi’s scent lingers in the air, palpable, and each breath tears at the air more as he stuffs the fabric into the wicker basket he brought up.
While he does so, something glittering falls to the floor and hits his foot. A silver chain with three metal rings - Itachi’s necklace. Law can’t recall him ever taking it off. He stares, and bends slowly to pick it up.
The pressure is unimaginable – building, building, building – but he can’t stop staring at it.
Until his hand clenches around it, rings cutting into his palm, as it all breaks loose inside as he staggers drunkenly back and wraps himself in his power to take himself away. To the mountains.
… the destruction begins soon after.]
[The water has gotten cold. All traces of dirt and his blood sluiced down the drain. Leaving Law alone in the shower with his grief and the knowledge of the unforgivable tantrum he just threw.
Itachi would not approve. Law is not five. He is a grown man and they both knew the consequences of what they were getting into. It was weak. He’s grown so weak.
The ninja’s necklace is still in his hands – has been through all of it. Slowly he puts it on and leans back against the shower wall, and tries to pretend that the only water running down his face is that from the shower head. Finally he murmurs to the dead man no longer present. Attempts to smile for him.]
No regrets.
[In the end… no regrets.]
[Finally, Law opens his journal. This… is the part he’s been holding off on. It’s difficult enough dealing alone. He just wants to run off to the sea… but for a variety of reasons, he can’t. He writes:]
For those who knew him, Uchiha Itachi has been sent home.
This was it, and when time was up, it was up.
And one day the end came, and a deep sense of sudden nothingness tearing him from sleep. To a bed empty save for him, and a room stripped of everything of Itachi’s (not that he had much).
And this is how it ends…]
[The next few hours are mechanical – the Supernova operating like a clockwork man. Get dressed, eat food, make breakfast for Konan, feed the cats, pet the cats (Amaya is crying, Sumire is agitated – they refuse to be consoled), take stock. Nothing remains and Law feels nothing. Nothing but a pounding sense of pressure building inside, and he keeps choking as he breathes and he doesn’t know why.
We both knew it would be this way. This is how it is back home. One moment together, the next apart. There is no guarantee in any life.
Laundry is next, and Law strips their… his bed of the sheets to wash them. It needs to be done, they had… and he suddenly squeezes shut his eyes because they are burning and he gasps and tries to breathe, air coming out his lungs in a whine. He can smell him. Itachi’s scent lingers in the air, palpable, and each breath tears at the air more as he stuffs the fabric into the wicker basket he brought up.
While he does so, something glittering falls to the floor and hits his foot. A silver chain with three metal rings - Itachi’s necklace. Law can’t recall him ever taking it off. He stares, and bends slowly to pick it up.
The pressure is unimaginable – building, building, building – but he can’t stop staring at it.
Until his hand clenches around it, rings cutting into his palm, as it all breaks loose inside as he staggers drunkenly back and wraps himself in his power to take himself away. To the mountains.
… the destruction begins soon after.]
[The water has gotten cold. All traces of dirt and his blood sluiced down the drain. Leaving Law alone in the shower with his grief and the knowledge of the unforgivable tantrum he just threw.
Itachi would not approve. Law is not five. He is a grown man and they both knew the consequences of what they were getting into. It was weak. He’s grown so weak.
The ninja’s necklace is still in his hands – has been through all of it. Slowly he puts it on and leans back against the shower wall, and tries to pretend that the only water running down his face is that from the shower head. Finally he murmurs to the dead man no longer present. Attempts to smile for him.]
No regrets.
[In the end… no regrets.]
[Finally, Law opens his journal. This… is the part he’s been holding off on. It’s difficult enough dealing alone. He just wants to run off to the sea… but for a variety of reasons, he can’t. He writes:]
For those who knew him, Uchiha Itachi has been sent home.
[Written]
But now he was gone. Being sent home for Itachi... that meant death. If Itachi truly was able to live a peaceful existence here, then Lee felt some pity for him, despite the atrocities he's committed. Either way, he knows that Itachi's friend who communicates this lesson should be assumed to be an innocent party. Lee should assume no ill will or malice. He taps a pen to his chin several times before deciding on a response to write back.]
I see.
Thank you for communicating this message.
[Written]
They're not kind thoughts running through Law's head as his mood turns ugly. Damn secret. They didn't know, and it's only because of Itachi's wishes and Shikamaru himself (his face in his kitchen long ago), and that he can't let it slip because he knows the consequences of revealing this secret. And that he regrets revealing it before, after learning in bits and pieces of how much hurt that caused, despite the good in it. He had promised to do what he could to Itachi if any Konoha nin came under their roof, and he swallows his bile even as the injustice of it all strikes him again and again.]
You're welcome.
[That's it. All he's going to write. Or he might snap the pen in his grip because fuck, he can barely stand this.]