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endless_scrolls) wrote2008-12-02 12:40 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2008-12-02 12:40 pm
No Place Like Home
Title: No Place Like Home
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 004. Silver [Word count: 688]
Character(s): Tenten, OCs: Sarutobi Mei, Shirou; implications to Uzumaki Kushina, Namikaze Minato
Pairing(s): Shirou/Mei
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble started when my internet was out. Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to: The Fearsome Four. Forever in our hearts~♥
Tired beyond belief and weary with travel, they had finally arrived under the cover of night, to a clear sky and a silver moon overhead. Tenten had slept soundly for the last leg of the journey, something that both Shirou and Mei were grateful for. With their supplies running lower and lower by the day, it pained them to hear her childish fussing, knowing full well that there was little either one could do about it until they could find another village to replenish their rations.
"We passed by a fork in the road not too long ago," Shirou muttered, "When we‘re done here, we'll double back and take the other route to the nearest town."
Mei merely nodded and made to tighten the straps of the carrier around her shoulders. All the while, Tenten continued in undisturbed slumber.
"Let's just hurry before she wakes up," was Mei’s whispered response, "We‘re already gonna have our hands full with the jutsu."
Traveling with small children, especially one as young and helpless as their little one, was never a good idea. But with things so disorganized back in Konoha, and with everyone facing their own problems after the Kyuubi attack, there had been no choice. Especially when facing the uncertainty surrounding their time away. After all, no one had set foot on Uzu since its fall over eight years ago. But both Shirou and Mei had agreed. It would rise from its watery grave again, if only briefly.
Boar. Monkey. Rat. Tiger. Horse. An elaborate series of hand signs for an elaborate and secret jutsu, performed in unison so that both could control the ebb and flow of the water in order to uncover the submerged land long enough to do what they had set out to do. And then afterwards, Uzu would forever rest undisturbed for all eternity...along with the last remains of their two dearest friends.
As soon as the appropriate signs were made and the sequence of seals was completed, both dipped their hands into the ocean, a stream of chakra flowing out from their fingertips. And from there, the process began. It started as a ripple at first, merely a singularly notable ring of movement radiating out from where they stood waist-deep in the water, spreading outwards towards open sea and the endless space that stretched before them. Not knowing just what exactly to expect, Mei turned to her husband curiously, confused. But she was merely greeted with Shirou's knowing smirk. Then the water began to stir.
"Just keep concentrating your chakra," he muttered.
Mei merely gave him an affirmed nod before closing her eyes and placing all of her focus into letting the energy continue to pour out from her. It was only when she felt the strong pull of the current against her legs that she even dared to look.
A few meters out, she could see a dull glow just below the surface of the water. Like a star that had fallen to earth and submerged itself into the ocean's depths. And all around it, the water swirled, whirled, and churned. Dividing and gathering. Building up speed and power in anticipation as it cleared the way for the island nation to reappear once more in this plane of existence. Those, she realized, where the whirlpools that had given the village its name.
By that time, the water had already been drained down to their calves, the forceful pull of the swirling tempests already uncovering the mount of land that laid hidden underneath as well as the connecting strip of dirt that would serve as their bridge between the present and the past. And as the water crashed against new-found shores of the forgotten nation, sprays of water misted in the air, catching the light of the moon and adding to the shimmer and sparkle of the stars.
It was breathtaking. And like a ghost in the forgotten night, Uzugakure was revived and reborn.
"...Welcome home," she heard Shirou mutter, a solemn and wistful air to his tone. And then it was gone, replaced by the seriousness of their mission. "Come on, let's go."
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 004. Silver [Word count: 688]
Character(s): Tenten, OCs: Sarutobi Mei, Shirou; implications to Uzumaki Kushina, Namikaze Minato
Pairing(s): Shirou/Mei
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble started when my internet was out. Theme borrowed from
ficlets100. Dedicated to: The Fearsome Four. Forever in our hearts~♥
Tired beyond belief and weary with travel, they had finally arrived under the cover of night, to a clear sky and a silver moon overhead. Tenten had slept soundly for the last leg of the journey, something that both Shirou and Mei were grateful for. With their supplies running lower and lower by the day, it pained them to hear her childish fussing, knowing full well that there was little either one could do about it until they could find another village to replenish their rations.
"We passed by a fork in the road not too long ago," Shirou muttered, "When we‘re done here, we'll double back and take the other route to the nearest town."
Mei merely nodded and made to tighten the straps of the carrier around her shoulders. All the while, Tenten continued in undisturbed slumber.
"Let's just hurry before she wakes up," was Mei’s whispered response, "We‘re already gonna have our hands full with the jutsu."
Traveling with small children, especially one as young and helpless as their little one, was never a good idea. But with things so disorganized back in Konoha, and with everyone facing their own problems after the Kyuubi attack, there had been no choice. Especially when facing the uncertainty surrounding their time away. After all, no one had set foot on Uzu since its fall over eight years ago. But both Shirou and Mei had agreed. It would rise from its watery grave again, if only briefly.
Boar. Monkey. Rat. Tiger. Horse. An elaborate series of hand signs for an elaborate and secret jutsu, performed in unison so that both could control the ebb and flow of the water in order to uncover the submerged land long enough to do what they had set out to do. And then afterwards, Uzu would forever rest undisturbed for all eternity...along with the last remains of their two dearest friends.
As soon as the appropriate signs were made and the sequence of seals was completed, both dipped their hands into the ocean, a stream of chakra flowing out from their fingertips. And from there, the process began. It started as a ripple at first, merely a singularly notable ring of movement radiating out from where they stood waist-deep in the water, spreading outwards towards open sea and the endless space that stretched before them. Not knowing just what exactly to expect, Mei turned to her husband curiously, confused. But she was merely greeted with Shirou's knowing smirk. Then the water began to stir.
"Just keep concentrating your chakra," he muttered.
Mei merely gave him an affirmed nod before closing her eyes and placing all of her focus into letting the energy continue to pour out from her. It was only when she felt the strong pull of the current against her legs that she even dared to look.
A few meters out, she could see a dull glow just below the surface of the water. Like a star that had fallen to earth and submerged itself into the ocean's depths. And all around it, the water swirled, whirled, and churned. Dividing and gathering. Building up speed and power in anticipation as it cleared the way for the island nation to reappear once more in this plane of existence. Those, she realized, where the whirlpools that had given the village its name.
By that time, the water had already been drained down to their calves, the forceful pull of the swirling tempests already uncovering the mount of land that laid hidden underneath as well as the connecting strip of dirt that would serve as their bridge between the present and the past. And as the water crashed against new-found shores of the forgotten nation, sprays of water misted in the air, catching the light of the moon and adding to the shimmer and sparkle of the stars.
It was breathtaking. And like a ghost in the forgotten night, Uzugakure was revived and reborn.
"...Welcome home," she heard Shirou mutter, a solemn and wistful air to his tone. And then it was gone, replaced by the seriousness of their mission. "Come on, let's go."