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one_long_mission2013-04-06 02:03 pm
screw_fate) wrote in one_long_mission2013-04-06 02:03 pm
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[Open] Where do the dead go when they die?
This isn't what he expected.
Neji stands at the outskirts of a village, one he's never seen before, and tries to trace the moments that brought him here. The battlefield, Hinata's suicidal move to protect Naruto, his own moments later to protect them both... The stunning, numbing pain as his body was pierced. Naruto supporting him, holding him up, as he gasped out a few soft words...
And then darkness, and an almost-unfelt flare of pain in his eyes as the seal did its ugly work.
But now, there is no evidence of it. He wears the uniform of the allied army, and it is clean, untorn, unstained. His body is whole, with no pain or weariness.
He can see.
The seal still sits on his forehead, a quiet but tangible presence, a gentle pulse that doesn't quite match up with his heartbeat. Foreign, but for short times, forgettable. It's there, as though he's never died to trigger it.
What happened?
He gains nothing by standing here. Slowly, still feeling a floating sense of unreality as though his feet don't truly touch the ground, he steps forward.
Where am I?
Perhaps there will be answers. Or perhaps this is what death is. His fingers rise to touch his forehead, covered by his hitai-ate, manji pulsing beneath. Is even death not an escape, then?
Who knows?
He enters the village, silent and wondering.
Neji stands at the outskirts of a village, one he's never seen before, and tries to trace the moments that brought him here. The battlefield, Hinata's suicidal move to protect Naruto, his own moments later to protect them both... The stunning, numbing pain as his body was pierced. Naruto supporting him, holding him up, as he gasped out a few soft words...
And then darkness, and an almost-unfelt flare of pain in his eyes as the seal did its ugly work.
But now, there is no evidence of it. He wears the uniform of the allied army, and it is clean, untorn, unstained. His body is whole, with no pain or weariness.
He can see.
The seal still sits on his forehead, a quiet but tangible presence, a gentle pulse that doesn't quite match up with his heartbeat. Foreign, but for short times, forgettable. It's there, as though he's never died to trigger it.
What happened?
He gains nothing by standing here. Slowly, still feeling a floating sense of unreality as though his feet don't truly touch the ground, he steps forward.
Where am I?
Perhaps there will be answers. Or perhaps this is what death is. His fingers rise to touch his forehead, covered by his hitai-ate, manji pulsing beneath. Is even death not an escape, then?
Who knows?
He enters the village, silent and wondering.
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Such a quick exit... well. He supposed with everything they'd talked about, it was much easier for her to do that. Still, he dipped an appropriate bow to her retreating back, and offered a murmur of, "Five o'clock then, Hinata-sama."