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Note: Well, I thought it would never happen, but it has. Idea struck me after a long, long, long time and I decided to publish it. So it isn't written well and I'm not content with it yet, but I think I will never be so I posted it to see what suggestion, corrections (and secretly I hope a little bit of praise, I guess) you will make. both of them belong together, and you can read whichever you want at first.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but I violate the rights anyway with this fiction. I'm full of gratitude the mangaka/shounen jump is not to bend on it. Am not making money with it.
"Auferstehung" means resurrection. But because you can divide the words in several parts, some of it means also to stand, to wake up, to stand up, to buy(oldfashioned), and to come into being. Make what you want of it.
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He hadn’t been really surprised when he realized that a suitable corpse had been the easiest ingredient to obtain. Others had been more problematic and his own intentions of a quiet and unnoticed 'performance' had complicated matters further then he had expected. Again he went through the mental list of steps which he had forced himself to memorize seemingly forever and a day ago, only out of scorn and hate, never even regarding the thought of ever actually using this horrible ritual. Although he had seen since then many deeds certainly not very entertaining for the faint-hearted, the same pulling in his stomach - not quite an ache but unsettling nonetheless - made itself comfortable as it had done on the very dawn of being confronted with the technique for the first time in his life. 'Corpse' he recalled the last item on the table of necessary equipment and resources.
Finally a sigh escaped the caverns and alveoli of the healthy breathing organs the man (or boy?) possessed. Never one to stretch things out until he forgot to do and so unconsciously avoiding them, he set his back straight and lunged into a string of hand seals, binding them together as other people might have knitted socks - seriously as well as at a speed suggesting it had become a routine long ago. His eyes bore across the little camp fire he had fought so hard to light just a few hours before and into the still warm body - dead, yes; lifeless, no, for many cells still battled to keep on working without the constant nurture and stream of oxygen coming from blood and without a way to transport toxic goods inevitable made in many processes and reactions within themselves away from them.
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His eyes opened like a lotus flower unclasps to the beams of moonlight. And indeed above him he saw the companion of Earth reflecting the light of sun. The sight delighted him and saddened him at the same time. For he had been dead and though the insight into many twisted corners of the mind of man and the shifting paths of the future the embrace of death granted, these could not be taken to the world of the living. The man (for nothing else he was and had been for a long time) was unconcerned by this as he could have guessed who had brought him back better than any other force in the realms of god and man. Slowly he raised torso until it was upright - 'Dust' he noted the material of his fingertips in his mind - and lazily swept his gaze around seeking the pair of red he was sure to meet. He locked gazes with the other over a heap of smouldering ash trying to look like the remains of a fire.
'Sasuke' he greeted not kindly but still calm.
'Itachi' came the reply of the boy just as monotone. He watched carefully as his once nightmare settled himself against a tree trunk unintently leaning into the coat Sasuke had fixed with another jutsu. He rubbed the thumb and the index finger of his left hand together hard entertaining himself with the falling and then returning dust. He looked up again. 'So, this is Edo Tensei?'
Sasuke nodded. His older brother remained still as he awaited his next action. The boy felt himself becoming nervous soon. His counterpart spoke again grabbing the initiative for the second time. 'Why did you summon me?' His voice held a harsh sounding note almost unnerved it seemed.
'I want to know why.' The undead he had called was just as relaxed as always he didn't really seem to mind his involuntary resurrection. His sibling had tried all he could to remain stoic but he carved in to his anxiety in the end. The flutter in his stomach could not seem to be stopped without Itachi's help he craved the contact to the one he had wanted to curse so often but never really found the heart to do so. Taming his desires he awaited his answer.
'Did not Madara tell you everything?' He was given from the older across the fire as a reply. The pointed gaze accompanying it stared patiently into his eyes never flicking aside like the younger's own liked to do so often when he fazed the older.
'Madara' Sasuke started stretching the vocals of name almost uncomfortably 'Told me Konoha ordered the massacre of our clan. You became a double agent for both the Uchihas - trying to usurp because of being mistrusted and mistreated - and for ANBU and Root he said. He claimed you half begged, half gambled for my life hoping to evoke pity while threatening to leak out important secrets - mission performance, details about the force and special ninjas, emergency plans, everything important - to-to... what do I know, other hidden villages, nuke-nin, akatsuki, hell! According to him you wanted to protect me and you yearned for peace - this is the why your parents are dead, this is the reason you left your friends and your home, this is the reason I killed my brother for!' The boy with the usual demeanour of a succulent stopped, breathing deeply to calm himself. It was a long time since he had first imagined this talk, the final desperate question of 'why?!' and an honest answer always ending with Itachi as the scapegoat. He shifted his legs as if attempting to wake his drowsy feet. His blazing gaze which had been drawn towards his lap lifted again to encounter the one on the other side of the fire. It became steady and firm and also determined and inconvincible, almost too fierce one could think for the elder to endure. 'Tell me, Uchiha Itachi. Is this what you regard as truth too? Is there anything you think important enough to add or is there anything which is false and must be corrected or cleared? Answer me sincerely and do it as detailed as you can and in a language I'm fluent in.' Sasuke half cried. And as if in afterthought he declared: 'This is an order.'
Only the last words left his brother vulnerable to the full extended wrath of the necromantic jutsu. He almost doubled over feeling as if his heart - the very fist sized muscle residing in his chest - was wrapped in iron binds and squeezed until it could not beat on its own. He started chuckling slowly in a still voice(1).
'And you believed him I assume?' He questioned seeming genuily amused as if Sasuke had made a great joke. The fluttering in his younger brother's stomach cavern stopped abruptly making room for the first signs of dread to settle there. Suddenly he wished he had kept the fire ignited longer for he now felt the cold night mist wrap around him. The undead wasn't affected at all. 'Ah, foolish little brother,' and the given smile stretched just a bit too far on the speaker's lips to make it gentle. It was the smile bearing the grin of their last encounter. 'You should not be deceived so easily, even if it was Madara. Have not I told you often enough why I did it myself? You should not believe such things if I answered them sincerely already. No doubt he wanted you to help him fulfilling his old grudge. What a fool he is and what more of a fool are you to trust him!' He paused smiling the stretching expression from before. The undead rose with no haste and closed in on the other along with the horror only a living dead can produce - even as Sasuke was the master. But he sat motionless awaiting the coming doom. The wiederganger kneeled before him and clutched the face gently in his appendices. 'So what are you going to do now, little brother?' Itachi licked the left side of his face from chin to eyebrow glowering in the wide unseeing eyes before him.
The abhorred shinobi could only release the jutsu as he saw his childhood nightmare come alive again as he felt the viscera in his abdomen come to live with utter terror.
(1) Oxymoron! XD I love them.
For those who don't know - a wiederganger is a returning dead and the the term implies that it is done repeatedly and with malice.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but I violate the rights anyway with this fiction. I'm full of gratitude the mangaka/shounen jump is not to bend on it. Am not making money with it.
"Auferstehung" means resurrection. But because you can divide the words in several parts, some of it means also to stand, to wake up, to stand up, to buy(oldfashioned), and to come into being. Make what you want of it.
Positive
He hadn’t been really surprised when he realized that a suitable corpse had been the easiest ingredient to obtain. Others had been more problematic and his own intentions of a quiet and unnoticed 'performance' had complicated matters further then he had expected. Again he went through the mental list of steps which he had forced himself to memorize seemingly forever and a day ago, only out of scorn and hate, never even regarding the thought of ever actually using this horrible ritual. Although he had seen since then many deeds certainly not very entertaining for the faint-hearted, the same pulling in his stomach - not quite an ache but unsettling nonetheless - made itself comfortable as it had done on the very dawn of being confronted with the technique for the first time in his life. 'Corpse' he recalled the last item on the table of necessary equipment and resources.
Finally a sigh escaped the caverns and alveoli of the healthy breathing organs the man (or boy?) possessed. Never one to stretch things out until he forgot to do and so unconsciously avoiding them, he set his back straight and lunged into a string of hand seals, binding them together as other people might have knitted socks - seriously as well as at a speed suggesting it had become a routine long ago. His eyes bore across the little camp fire he had fought so hard to light just a few hours before and into the still warm body - dead, yes; lifeless, no, for many cells still battled to keep on working without the constant nurture and stream of oxygen coming from blood and without a way to transport toxic goods inevitable made in many processes and reactions within themselves away from them.
--
His eyes opened like a lotus flower unclasps to the beams of moonlight. And indeed above him he saw the companion of Earth reflecting the light of sun. The sight delighted him and saddened him at the same time. For he had been dead and though the insight into many twisted corners of the mind of man and the shifting paths of the future the embrace of death granted, these could not be taken to the world of the living. The man (for nothing else he was and had been for a long time) was unconcerned by this as he could have guessed who had brought him back better than any other force in the realms of god and man. Slowly he raised torso until it was upright - 'Dust' he noted the material of his fingertips in his mind - and lazily swept his gaze around seeking the pair of red he was sure to meet. He locked gazes with the other over a heap of smouldering ash trying to look like the remains of a fire.
'Sasuke' he greeted not kindly but still calm.
'Itachi' came the reply of the boy just as monotone. He watched carefully as his once nightmare settled himself against a tree trunk unintently leaning into the coat Sasuke had fixed with another jutsu. He rubbed the thumb and the index finger of his left hand together hard entertaining himself with the falling and then returning dust. He looked up again. 'So, this is Edo Tensei?'
Sasuke nodded. His older brother remained still as he awaited his next action. The boy felt himself becoming nervous soon. His counterpart spoke again grabbing the initiative for the second time. 'Why did you summon me?' His voice held a harsh sounding note almost unnerved it seemed.
'I want to know why.' The undead he had called was just as relaxed as always he didn't really seem to mind his involuntary resurrection. His sibling had tried all he could to remain stoic but he carved in to his anxiety in the end. The flutter in his stomach could not seem to be stopped without Itachi's help he craved the contact to the one he had wanted to curse so often but never really found the heart to do so. Taming his desires he awaited his answer.
'Did not Madara tell you everything?' He was given from the older across the fire as a reply. The pointed gaze accompanying it stared patiently into his eyes never flicking aside like the younger's own liked to do so often when he fazed the older.
'Madara' Sasuke started stretching the vocals of name almost uncomfortably 'Told me Konoha ordered the massacre of our clan. You became a double agent for both the Uchihas - trying to usurp because of being mistrusted and mistreated - and for ANBU and Root he said. He claimed you half begged, half gambled for my life hoping to evoke pity while threatening to leak out important secrets - mission performance, details about the force and special ninjas, emergency plans, everything important - to-to... what do I know, other hidden villages, nuke-nin, akatsuki, hell! According to him you wanted to protect me and you yearned for peace - this is the why your parents are dead, this is the reason you left your friends and your home, this is the reason I killed my brother for!' The boy with the usual demeanour of a succulent stopped, breathing deeply to calm himself. It was a long time since he had first imagined this talk, the final desperate question of 'why?!' and an honest answer always ending with Itachi as the scapegoat. He shifted his legs as if attempting to wake his drowsy feet. His blazing gaze which had been drawn towards his lap lifted again to encounter the one on the other side of the fire. It became steady and firm and also determined and inconvincible, almost too fierce one could think for the elder to endure. 'Tell me, Uchiha Itachi. Is this what you regard as truth too? Is there anything you think important enough to add or is there anything which is false and must be corrected or cleared? Answer me sincerely and do it as detailed as you can and in a language I'm fluent in.' Sasuke half cried. And as if in afterthought he declared: 'This is an order.'
Only the last words left his brother vulnerable to the full extended wrath of the necromantic jutsu. He almost doubled over feeling as if his heart - the very fist sized muscle residing in his chest - was wrapped in iron binds and squeezed until it could not beat on its own. He started chuckling slowly in a still voice(1).
'And you believed him I assume?' He questioned seeming genuily amused as if Sasuke had made a great joke. The fluttering in his younger brother's stomach cavern stopped abruptly making room for the first signs of dread to settle there. Suddenly he wished he had kept the fire ignited longer for he now felt the cold night mist wrap around him. The undead wasn't affected at all. 'Ah, foolish little brother,' and the given smile stretched just a bit too far on the speaker's lips to make it gentle. It was the smile bearing the grin of their last encounter. 'You should not be deceived so easily, even if it was Madara. Have not I told you often enough why I did it myself? You should not believe such things if I answered them sincerely already. No doubt he wanted you to help him fulfilling his old grudge. What a fool he is and what more of a fool are you to trust him!' He paused smiling the stretching expression from before. The undead rose with no haste and closed in on the other along with the horror only a living dead can produce - even as Sasuke was the master. But he sat motionless awaiting the coming doom. The wiederganger kneeled before him and clutched the face gently in his appendices. 'So what are you going to do now, little brother?' Itachi licked the left side of his face from chin to eyebrow glowering in the wide unseeing eyes before him.
The abhorred shinobi could only release the jutsu as he saw his childhood nightmare come alive again as he felt the viscera in his abdomen come to live with utter terror.
(1) Oxymoron! XD I love them.
For those who don't know - a wiederganger is a returning dead and the the term implies that it is done repeatedly and with malice.
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