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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.
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Hotpot.
[... the choice surprises him and then he remembers. His first birthday in Luceti. Itachi had brought sake, they had went sailing, and then, together on the boat... they... had... made...]
Could you make hotpot?
[It had been a few weeks later, on the morning of Halloween, when they had woken up in bed together after the Malnosso had 'killed' them that Law had the first inklings of his attraction to the other man.
But hotpot. Even after everything they shared, hotpot was one of his most cherished memories.]
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And by all that she can manage, it will be done properly.]
I can try.
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[... hotpot is never a dish to have alone.]
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[More a few seconds later. The comment about Go is drawing him out of his shell...]
I didn't realize you played Go. Do you play shogi as well? ... we could mix it up, if we're making an afternoon of it.
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[And he's beginning to drift again on the other end of the journal, before he refocuses on the written words on the page. Touches the necklace on his neck. He would like that. Itachi played shogi, but he wasn't Law's only opponent.
There were good memories here too.]
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[Once the silence had settled in and he's had more time to center himself.]
It'll give me time to gather what I need for the meal.