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lucetilogs2013-05-10 10:59 pm
derpivity) wrote in lucetilogs2013-05-10 10:59 pm
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Who: Uzumaki Naruto, Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato
What: The Uzumaki family's arrival!
When: May 10
Where: Somewhere in the forest
Summary: Sometimes, Luceti is kind. Sometimes, it gives families dealt with a heavy hand a second chance.
Rating: G for all the famiry fluff!
Minato's very certain the pain won't end.
So when it faded into an oblivion of nothingness, it surprises him. Maybe this is what being in the afterlife entails - the empty sensation that he can never be able to fathom. What's one supposed to feel in the afterlife, anyway? Are they supposed to feel endless anguish? Undying happiness? Eternal suffering? None of those can fit what he's currently feeling, though. Should he feel content by that? Should he feel anything at all?
There's a few minutes of nothing but void, or maybe an hour, he couldn't tell. Time seemed to have refused existence.
Then, lazy sunlight caressing bare skin.
It's the first sensation after the blankness and it almost felt foreign to Minato. Is he supposed to feel warmth in the afterlife? Is he also supposed to feel the cold hard ground against his naked back while something itches fierce that he's laying on?
Is he also supposed to feel familiar tresses against his fingertips?
Then, he remembers. Kushina.
Minato snaps his eyes open. The expanse of wide clear blue sky greets him with a bright glare that he squints and shields his eyes with the back of his free hand. That doesn't deter him from glancing around, however. Trees as far as his eyes can see and then his wife sleeping soundly beside him.
His wife that also breathed her last just moments ago with him.
And in his fingers, her red thread of fate.
He takes a satisfied breath, inhaling the scent of the forest and the crisp, clean aroma that is uniquely Kushina. Instantly, though, Minato's eyes went wide. Breath? How can he be breathing? With haste, he examines himself with one hand, palming his chest where a deep wound should be. He found nothing but the constant beating of his heart as if it didn't stop earlier.
His head whips to the side. There's Kushina's slumbering form yet Minato can hear someone else's breath on the other side that he sits up, albeit with her hair still in his fingers.
It can't be.
"Naruto...?" A soft murmur of disbelief, ocean blue eyes widening as he drinks in the sight of his son, now a teenager of sixteen. He looks the same, shirtless as the day he and Kushina left him, but with the blueprint of the young man he didn't have the chance to see grow up.
This can't be.
He can't be here. The faith he held for Naruto saving the ninja world can't be false. Was his decision wrong in the first place? Was it a complete mistake to seal the Kyuubi within him? What is he doing here, in the afterlife, where the only ones permitted to enter are the ones who have met their demise? Questions after questions are flooding within Minato and yet the poignant image before him, his wife and son sleeping soundly next to each other, can't help but grip something inside him. It's the very image he lost to evil.
How many birthdays did he spend without them? How many trips to Ichiraku where he had to pay for his own meals and eat in solitude? How many successful missions did he do where no parent congratulated him upon return?
Minato wants to ruffle his hair and tell him that he grew up to be a fine young man he and Kushina are proud of and yet the same old questions that plagued him earlier came rushing in. He wants to know the answers to them because Naruto can't be here even if it means breaking this image he had so yearned for.
"Kushina. Kushina, wake up."
What: The Uzumaki family's arrival!
When: May 10
Where: Somewhere in the forest
Summary: Sometimes, Luceti is kind. Sometimes, it gives families dealt with a heavy hand a second chance.
Rating: G for all the famiry fluff!
Minato's very certain the pain won't end.
So when it faded into an oblivion of nothingness, it surprises him. Maybe this is what being in the afterlife entails - the empty sensation that he can never be able to fathom. What's one supposed to feel in the afterlife, anyway? Are they supposed to feel endless anguish? Undying happiness? Eternal suffering? None of those can fit what he's currently feeling, though. Should he feel content by that? Should he feel anything at all?
There's a few minutes of nothing but void, or maybe an hour, he couldn't tell. Time seemed to have refused existence.
Then, lazy sunlight caressing bare skin.
It's the first sensation after the blankness and it almost felt foreign to Minato. Is he supposed to feel warmth in the afterlife? Is he also supposed to feel the cold hard ground against his naked back while something itches fierce that he's laying on?
Is he also supposed to feel familiar tresses against his fingertips?
Then, he remembers. Kushina.
Minato snaps his eyes open. The expanse of wide clear blue sky greets him with a bright glare that he squints and shields his eyes with the back of his free hand. That doesn't deter him from glancing around, however. Trees as far as his eyes can see and then his wife sleeping soundly beside him.
His wife that also breathed her last just moments ago with him.
And in his fingers, her red thread of fate.
He takes a satisfied breath, inhaling the scent of the forest and the crisp, clean aroma that is uniquely Kushina. Instantly, though, Minato's eyes went wide. Breath? How can he be breathing? With haste, he examines himself with one hand, palming his chest where a deep wound should be. He found nothing but the constant beating of his heart as if it didn't stop earlier.
His head whips to the side. There's Kushina's slumbering form yet Minato can hear someone else's breath on the other side that he sits up, albeit with her hair still in his fingers.
It can't be.
"Naruto...?" A soft murmur of disbelief, ocean blue eyes widening as he drinks in the sight of his son, now a teenager of sixteen. He looks the same, shirtless as the day he and Kushina left him, but with the blueprint of the young man he didn't have the chance to see grow up.
This can't be.
He can't be here. The faith he held for Naruto saving the ninja world can't be false. Was his decision wrong in the first place? Was it a complete mistake to seal the Kyuubi within him? What is he doing here, in the afterlife, where the only ones permitted to enter are the ones who have met their demise? Questions after questions are flooding within Minato and yet the poignant image before him, his wife and son sleeping soundly next to each other, can't help but grip something inside him. It's the very image he lost to evil.
How many birthdays did he spend without them? How many trips to Ichiraku where he had to pay for his own meals and eat in solitude? How many successful missions did he do where no parent congratulated him upon return?
Minato wants to ruffle his hair and tell him that he grew up to be a fine young man he and Kushina are proud of and yet the same old questions that plagued him earlier came rushing in. He wants to know the answers to them because Naruto can't be here even if it means breaking this image he had so yearned for.
"Kushina. Kushina, wake up."
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In that case, the simplest thing would be:]
So we've just got to figure out how these works, then we can ask whoever's here what's going on.