Before we begin, I want to bring to everyone's attention that there is NO plot to this series. None. Zilch. These drabbles are mainly scenes or ideas (taken from everyday life), but none of them really interlock to create an actual plot. I am sorry to have confused some of you.
Warnings: Semi-AU (does not take place in any arc, yet still place in a "Narutoverse", appearance of Suigetsu's abilities are debatable), character death, angst
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Name: Nomura, Abi (Last Name, First Name)
A Suigetsu Drabble Series
By: rocketmuffin
Twenty-two:: Rest
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem sempiternam...
He trudged through the forest, which reeked of blood and rotting corpses, trying to find you. He paused to lean against a tree, clutching at the vicious wound located across his torso. The man produced a low hiss, then pushed off the bulky trunk, determined to get to you. He scanned the sea of carcasses, and a small twinge of trepidation filled him. However, he felt some comfort when he did not recognize any of the faces of the fallen.
"Abi," the silver-haired man managed to croak out.
He was met with silence and the scent of decaying flesh.
"Abi," he repeated, the tone of his voice louder and stained with a pang of anxiety and uneasiness.
The man stopped again and double over, grasping at his wound. Gods, it hurt. He heard a faint treading sound and followed the noise (after letting out a string of curses and willing himself to carry on).
He strained his violet eyes to distinguish the figure in the distance. A few more steps, three, two, one, and everything would be much clearer.
"Abi," the man greeted, managing a smile despite the grim environment, "you look like shit...looks like you went through hell and back."
"Heh, speak for yourself, idiot, like you're any better." You were relieved that he was standing before you, probably mortally wounded, yet still alive somehow.
You angled your body against a thick tree and slumped down to the grass, coloring it red. You felt so lethargic, most likely due to the loss of blood. The assailant had struck you with a high-powered attack that caused internal damage and bleeding.
Suigetsu squatted down, a hand covering the ugly, grotesque gash against his skin. He sat next to you and tilted his head back, sucking in deep breaths.
"Fuck, I'm beat....Oi, what's wrong with you?" His voice was throaty.
"I feel so cold, it's so strange..."
"That's because you're dying, moron."
You let out a dry laugh. "I guess so, huh? Do you feel cold too?"
A moment later, Suigetsu responded with a "mhmmm".
Your eyelids started to droop slightly. "Suigetsu, I'm so sleepy." Your voice was hardly above a whisper.
"Then you're really close then..."
"Are you sleepy as well?"
"...maybe."
"What should I do?"
"Rest."
"I'm going to close my eyes now," you announced, your speech slurring slightly, "goodnight."
As you said this, the taller figure grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you into a rather possessive embrace. He planted a rough kiss upon your forehead and pulled back the strands of hair (which were caked with blood) away from your face.
He heard you murmur something to him in a hushed tone and he smiled slightly.
"...heh, me too." He replied.
Your breathing eventually slowed and your body went cold and limp in Suigetsu's arms. He held your figure even closer to his own and closed his eyes. Everything felt so slow and heavy at this point, but he would be seeing you soon, and that's what seemed important.
Perhaps he really did love you...
Grant them rest, grant them everlasting rest...
My attempt at something depressing? Perhaps I should stick to comedy?
Are Suigetsu's eyes violet? I seeing them colored violet, but I wasn't sure? Someone please correct me if I am wrong?
The Latin words at the beginning combine paraphrases of the final verse of the thirteenth-century poem "Dies Irae" and the seventh-century "Agnus Dei" . They are also lyrics to the piece "Pie Jesu". The text at the very end is the English translation of the Latin.
Thank you for reading.
~rocketmuffin
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Again, a big thank you.
