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endless_scrolls) wrote2009-09-01 11:18 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2009-09-01 11:18 pm
Faithless Defender
Title: Faithless Defender
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 049. Cult [Word count: 280]
Character(s): OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Sarutobi Hiruzen
Pairing(s): None
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 meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to: Um... I don't know. The dictionary? 8|
Useless Fact: Cult - 1. The person and rites associated with an object of worship or veneration; 2. A system of religious worship or ritual; 3. Devout attachment to a person, principle, etc.
The Will of Fire. It was a principle of thought and dedication that was the foundation of Konoha and its belief system. One that had been taught to them -- to her -- since they were children. Those who honored it, did so for the whole of their lives. And those who saw it fit to betray such a faith, turned to darker roads. It was a source of pride. An iconic view of how one generation of leaders passed on its ideals and legacies to the next. Her father lived by it. Her friends fought for it. And many had died for it.
But to Mei, it was nothing more than another reason to divide the shinobi nations.
"Nothing more than a cult," the kunoichi murmured as she pressed the sharp edge of the kunai against the enemy's throat.
"T-then... why do you fight so hard to defend it?"
To that, Mei only frowned more.
And in the time it took for him to take a breath, she had pulled him up from the ground by the collar of his shirt so that their faces were mere centimeters apart. The blade of the kunai in her hand had turned to have the point pierce the skin, slicing through the vocal chords and cutting off his air. A spray of blood misted her face while his cry of pain and agony died in his throat. And with the exhale of her breath, Mei let the body fall in a heap on the ground, the sound of it echoing for the miles and miles through the underground corridors.
"Just because I think it is, doesn't make the thought itself not true."
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 049. Cult [Word count: 280]
Character(s): OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Sarutobi Hiruzen
Pairing(s): None
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 meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from
ficlets100. Dedicated to: Um... I don't know. The dictionary? 8|
Useless Fact: Cult - 1. The person and rites associated with an object of worship or veneration; 2. A system of religious worship or ritual; 3. Devout attachment to a person, principle, etc.
The Will of Fire. It was a principle of thought and dedication that was the foundation of Konoha and its belief system. One that had been taught to them -- to her -- since they were children. Those who honored it, did so for the whole of their lives. And those who saw it fit to betray such a faith, turned to darker roads. It was a source of pride. An iconic view of how one generation of leaders passed on its ideals and legacies to the next. Her father lived by it. Her friends fought for it. And many had died for it.
But to Mei, it was nothing more than another reason to divide the shinobi nations.
"Nothing more than a cult," the kunoichi murmured as she pressed the sharp edge of the kunai against the enemy's throat.
"T-then... why do you fight so hard to defend it?"
To that, Mei only frowned more.
And in the time it took for him to take a breath, she had pulled him up from the ground by the collar of his shirt so that their faces were mere centimeters apart. The blade of the kunai in her hand had turned to have the point pierce the skin, slicing through the vocal chords and cutting off his air. A spray of blood misted her face while his cry of pain and agony died in his throat. And with the exhale of her breath, Mei let the body fall in a heap on the ground, the sound of it echoing for the miles and miles through the underground corridors.
"Just because I think it is, doesn't make the thought itself not true."