Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Existence Between You and I ❯ Prologue: Fascination ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 555 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 555 | Status: Completed
The Existence Between You and I
Pairing: Mainly Sasuke/Naruto; possible mentionsof others.
Warnings: Paranormal, alternate universe, mature themes, yaoi, lemon, lime, language, angst, sexuality, possible character bashing, drug/alcohol abuse/use, violence, strangeness, possible confusion, etc... I don't want to hear any bitching because you have all been thoroughly warned.
Author's Note: This is written for Rasha013's challenge. I apologize for any confusing bits in advance. If for any reason, something is particularly confusing, please notify me and I will do my damndest to clarify. Also, this work is loosely based upon the movie “Meet Joe Black”.
I do hope you enjoy this fic Rasha since I wrote it for your benefit. Any and all feedback is appreciated, though, any flames will be laughed at considerably.
Disclaimer: I donot own Naruto, nor any characters from the fandom. I also have no rights or claims to the movie “Meet Joe Black” or any other movie or music that may or may not come into this fiction. I make absolutely NO profit from the writing of this fic.
Prologue: Fascination
(Naruto)
There are few things that I understand in this universe, mostly because I do not exist in such a place as this. The fraction that I do comprehend above all else is the end. I know that in this realm labelled “Earth”, there are hundreds of thousands of beings, both great a miniscule; they breathe and struggle until near exhaustion to merely maintain some semblance of their own existence. I also know that I will will be the one that brings that fleeting flicker of mortality to the end.
I have been called a great many names over the time that I have remained and I say 'remained' because that is all I am capable of. I do not breathe, nor sleep, eat, cry, feel, or age. I am just here. I exist, but I do not live, nor have I ever lived, at least not for as long as I can remember, which is quite an extensive collection of memories for one who has remained as long as I.
Though I have many names, it matters not the language or description of me, when it comes down to the end, I am what is waiting. Over the vast period of time I have been, I have become rather interested, incresingly in fact, in a specific creature which inhabit this planet. They call themselves “Human”. They intrigue and captivate me, more so with every passing moment that I reap the breaths from their fragile bodies.
And though they cannot see me coming, nor can they fully understand my existence, they fear me wiuth such passion that they have been known to commit heinous acts in the futile hopes of securing a niche that is out of my reach. Of course, there is no such place. My reach has always been un parallelled and unavoidable. It fascinates me that they even attempt to escape what is so obviously inevitable. They claw and wrestle, and agonize, laboring desperately to hold onto their mundane and more often than not, useless existence with such ferocity that I have yet to see matched by any other being. They strive for it. It's really incredibly idiotic and completely irrelevent, but still it fascinates one such as I.
From what I have bared witness to so far of their intelligence, is that they are coherent enough to lay claims to one another, to betray and violate their peers, and they seem to almost find fulfillment in annihilating each other. This world that they have made their own lays in ruins around them, even as they remain blind to their own faults. They have infected this place, greed, the hunger for power, and filth given full reign to fester and spread like an epidemic, a plague if you will. They are like a sickness, a parasite that takes but never returns.
I have become far too curious about this mystriously odd balance between destruction and peace that they conatsntly teeter upon. And so, because of this deranged curiosity, it has been decided by myself that I will dawn a guise, integrate myself into their tainted world and observe them from a much closer proximity. I will be able to interact with them, to better understand their ways.
I feel that it would be the easiest course in order to accomplish this absurd dalliance by personifying myself and fixating upon one particular individual. I will strike a deal with said individual, offering them more of the ever-elusive time that they so crave in exchange for knowledge, so that I might gain some appeasement. It would at the very least ease the insufferable infatuation with them.
This individual will allow me into their life so that I might obtain the satisfaction I seek so avidly. If this individual helps me as I see fit, they will be rewarded, given more time, as much of it as I like for as long as I am in the human world in order to conduct my study. This, I think is a fair trade in a notoriously unfair society.
So, I have, of course, remained , waiting, biding my time until a suitable candidate for me to fixate upon became available. It was a necessary wait.
Finally one became available. He came up in my list, and his clock assumed a place upon my mantle, a rather large, old looking thing with a loud tick and even more obnoxious chime. That candidate was perfect for my experiment and that candidate was called Uchiha Itachi.
TBC...
How does everyone like it so far? I know it is a bit confusing, but I will pull it together and explain as I go. Reviews would be appreciated. Thanks!
Xander
Pairing: Mainly Sasuke/Naruto; possible mentionsof others.
Warnings: Paranormal, alternate universe, mature themes, yaoi, lemon, lime, language, angst, sexuality, possible character bashing, drug/alcohol abuse/use, violence, strangeness, possible confusion, etc... I don't want to hear any bitching because you have all been thoroughly warned.
Author's Note: This is written for Rasha013's challenge. I apologize for any confusing bits in advance. If for any reason, something is particularly confusing, please notify me and I will do my damndest to clarify. Also, this work is loosely based upon the movie “Meet Joe Black”.
I do hope you enjoy this fic Rasha since I wrote it for your benefit. Any and all feedback is appreciated, though, any flames will be laughed at considerably.
Disclaimer: I donot own Naruto, nor any characters from the fandom. I also have no rights or claims to the movie “Meet Joe Black” or any other movie or music that may or may not come into this fiction. I make absolutely NO profit from the writing of this fic.
Prologue: Fascination
(Naruto)
There are few things that I understand in this universe, mostly because I do not exist in such a place as this. The fraction that I do comprehend above all else is the end. I know that in this realm labelled “Earth”, there are hundreds of thousands of beings, both great a miniscule; they breathe and struggle until near exhaustion to merely maintain some semblance of their own existence. I also know that I will will be the one that brings that fleeting flicker of mortality to the end.
I have been called a great many names over the time that I have remained and I say 'remained' because that is all I am capable of. I do not breathe, nor sleep, eat, cry, feel, or age. I am just here. I exist, but I do not live, nor have I ever lived, at least not for as long as I can remember, which is quite an extensive collection of memories for one who has remained as long as I.
Though I have many names, it matters not the language or description of me, when it comes down to the end, I am what is waiting. Over the vast period of time I have been, I have become rather interested, incresingly in fact, in a specific creature which inhabit this planet. They call themselves “Human”. They intrigue and captivate me, more so with every passing moment that I reap the breaths from their fragile bodies.
And though they cannot see me coming, nor can they fully understand my existence, they fear me wiuth such passion that they have been known to commit heinous acts in the futile hopes of securing a niche that is out of my reach. Of course, there is no such place. My reach has always been un parallelled and unavoidable. It fascinates me that they even attempt to escape what is so obviously inevitable. They claw and wrestle, and agonize, laboring desperately to hold onto their mundane and more often than not, useless existence with such ferocity that I have yet to see matched by any other being. They strive for it. It's really incredibly idiotic and completely irrelevent, but still it fascinates one such as I.
From what I have bared witness to so far of their intelligence, is that they are coherent enough to lay claims to one another, to betray and violate their peers, and they seem to almost find fulfillment in annihilating each other. This world that they have made their own lays in ruins around them, even as they remain blind to their own faults. They have infected this place, greed, the hunger for power, and filth given full reign to fester and spread like an epidemic, a plague if you will. They are like a sickness, a parasite that takes but never returns.
I have become far too curious about this mystriously odd balance between destruction and peace that they conatsntly teeter upon. And so, because of this deranged curiosity, it has been decided by myself that I will dawn a guise, integrate myself into their tainted world and observe them from a much closer proximity. I will be able to interact with them, to better understand their ways.
I feel that it would be the easiest course in order to accomplish this absurd dalliance by personifying myself and fixating upon one particular individual. I will strike a deal with said individual, offering them more of the ever-elusive time that they so crave in exchange for knowledge, so that I might gain some appeasement. It would at the very least ease the insufferable infatuation with them.
This individual will allow me into their life so that I might obtain the satisfaction I seek so avidly. If this individual helps me as I see fit, they will be rewarded, given more time, as much of it as I like for as long as I am in the human world in order to conduct my study. This, I think is a fair trade in a notoriously unfair society.
So, I have, of course, remained , waiting, biding my time until a suitable candidate for me to fixate upon became available. It was a necessary wait.
Finally one became available. He came up in my list, and his clock assumed a place upon my mantle, a rather large, old looking thing with a loud tick and even more obnoxious chime. That candidate was perfect for my experiment and that candidate was called Uchiha Itachi.
TBC...
How does everyone like it so far? I know it is a bit confusing, but I will pull it together and explain as I go. Reviews would be appreciated. Thanks!
Xander