Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Bleeding Delusion ❯ Glitch ( Chapter 3 )

 

Glitch

You trace the outline unhurriedly. Black and red and white blur, bleeding together in a cacophony, in a harmony of oil paints, melted crayon and side-walk chalk, rough, smooth and dusty, sweltering intensity in a too-hot gaze.

Beauty at your fingertips.

Just reach a little further, strain a little more, stretch towards that: that. Unattainable but you already have it within your claws—paws, hands. Far closer than he will ever get, anyways (and deep inside, that assures you),

Rippling muscles, flexing fingers. Whispers of velvet and sleek, expensive cloth. The tinkering and tinkling of precious metals.

Soft, smoky silk and the simplicity of ebony ink calligraphy, strength in forced elegance, the gentle swirling grace of brushstrokes.

Against the texture of pure, white rice paper, everything you are not, everything you can never be—could not even hope to be—but strive so hard for is glaringly apparent and there is a triumphant tumbling spill of incessant paradoxes, between you and he and he and you, everything he is and isn't, everything Uchiha but not.

…The similarities between the two are astounding but not surprising, for the past cannot be escaped and neither can blood relations, and no matter where he hides or how hard he cries, no matter how many times he's wished to and tried to die—briefly you think, but we are all already dead—it has always been the same and…the two cannot be separated by touch alone.

Your body cannot tell the difference but your sentiments prefer the older one—a shinobi's heart is silent, you sneer, emotions a hinder—the one with the short cascade of long, dark hair and experience that only one possessing such darkly stained hands can have.

But really, truthfully, there is no difference; only minor glitches in an almost perfect carbon-copy. These can be easily overlooked and ignored. For the time being.

“Close your eyes.”

Silence in sight and sound, inhaled delusion and a willing supplicant.

There are no more protests, just…

Just.