Tenten (bladed_dragon) wrote in risingsun_logs, @ 2008-11-03 18:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | tenten, uchiha itachi |
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Character(s): Tenten [19] and Itachi [21]
Setting: Cemetery, near Shirou's grave, only moments after Fugaku's funeral
Summary: Finally deciding to hand the reigns over to Sasuke, Itachi gives his last orders to Tenten
Warning(s): None as of yet.
Blades of grass folded under her feet as she made her way through the maze of tombstones, a familiar path Tenten was steadily getting accustomed to after all these months of traveling them. A light breeze was blowing, slowly creeping into her limbs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. But that did little to slow her down. The morning had been dreary with rain, after all, though it had stopped for the moment. And her limbs were already cold with the heavy reality of death that surrounded them. A little chill would be nothing compared to that. The rain was merely a means for them all to hold on to the world of the living, to remind them that they all still remained on this side of the divide while...he had passed on to the other.
Fugaku was dead. And even though she had only truly known him for a limited amount of time, the drama of that realization still rested heavily in her heart. Especially since it had only been a few months before that her own father...
And at that thought, Tenten finally raised her gaze up from the mud-covered ground to where her feet had taken her, honey-brown eyes passing over the engraved letters etched into the rough stone. There had been no conscious destination in mind when the young woman had began her journey, just a need to leave Sasuke alone with his own grief. But even so, it was no surprise that she had ended up here, at Shirou's final resting place. The grave marker looked so plain amid the forest of concrete memories that housed the lifeless souls of all who had crossed the eternal divide between life and death. Almost empty compared to the elaborate tombstone the Uchiha had devised for Fugaku. Strange and pointless, it seemed now when the dead remained so despite the manner in which they were honored.
But she supposed humans found solace in the mere symbolism of it, no matter how pointless things were.
"We all need something to hold on to, I guess," she mumbled to herself, "Even if it's just a memory..."