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[dream] Week 1, Day 6

It's a small, dingy space, really more like a storage room than one meant for living in, if not for the two flattened heaps of straw that suggest otherwise. That, and the various paper sheets strewn over the packed earth floor, full of flowing Japanese script -- expertly written and stylized kanji, proof of a good education.

And in the midst of it all is Rin, studying the papers with an intense look. Sometimes, she switches them around -- puts one to the side, takes a new one to give it a thorough examination. When she has a hand free, it wanders from resting on the papers to resting to her knee to being propped against her cheek and back, back again, mix and match. She's thinking hard and fast, she's in need of a strategy. Intelligence, alliance, steady troops, provisions. How to ensure all of these efficiently, with as few working steps as possible? Rin purses her lip.

Then it dawns on her, and she looks at the paper in her hand, then gathers up another that has fallen far enough to force her to get up on her knees in a weird acrobatic act -- but then she has it, looks at it for a second before throwing her hands up in the air, letting a yell of triumph, seasoned with girlish giddiness, fill the silence.

Cut to the door: in comes a tall figure, auburn-haired, clad in a black coat; it is Pain, in all his glory, looking down on her with those indifferent, strange (but beautiful) eyes of his. It sends a pleasant shiver down her spine, and only now is it that she notices she's only wearing her white yukata, as if she'd been sleeping, or maybe waiting for him to -- she giggles nervously. And gets up, walks toward him, a few steps only. Wordlessly she tells him of her findings and receives a tiny, appreciative smile. Her heart jumps for joy.

All of a sudden, she's in his arms and they are kissing. She doesn't know who initiated it. Her yukata falls open, revealing glimpses of her bare body. His hand touches her ribcage and she smiles up at him, half-coy, half-hopeful. His face is indifferent again and remains so as she starts unbuttoning his coat. Then he removes his hands, takes them in his and somehow signals to her that he's going to do it himself. When she nods, he opens his coat the rest of the way and pauses; says: "I have a reward for you", and reaches into his coat.

He pulls out Manji's head.

[Rin awakens abruptly, screaming in a high pitch. Her eyes open wide to the darkness around her and she thinks her heart must've skipped a beat. She's breathing hard, swallows, throat feeling a little dry. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, her mind becomes clear and she remembers the dream, the previous day, and their connection. It's enough to almost make her scream again, from sheer embarassment. And suddenly, she feels more frightened than she has in a while (not an overly long while, not with Kuroi and with Shira and Manji being almost killed and then gone), profoundly skeeved out that something or someone in this world plays with her emotions, her mind.

Maybe there are gods here and maybe there are gods at home controlling her mind, so it could be the same after all, and she didn't feel like anything was out of the usual while deeply in love -- Pain, his name is -- but now, afterwards, the whole thing feels extremely intrusive. She almost thinks she might be feeling sick for a moment.

Finally, she remembers another thing. The Hitomi, it recorded her dream last night (so long ago, it seems). Quickly she rolls over and retrieves the device. To her great dismay, it is turned on, so the viewer can now see her face, with disheveled hair and squinting at the sudden light where there was only the darkened room before.

This was going to be grand.]


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Feb. 15th, 2010 03:55 pm (UTC)
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[ . . .

The world has gone mad again.

Nagato is not in a good mood. No, ever since waking, he has found himself with a profoundly foul temper. In all likelihood, he has already compromised his alliance with Sasuke as well as his professional integrity. Once more, the gods have taken it upon themselves to toy with him, and this after he had lately been on the cusp of an important victory. Pain feels as if he has been dreaming: how did he end up . . . in bed, with Uchiha Sasuke? Touching, kissing, licking, drinking sake; what? How? Impossible. Disgusting. A member of his own organization. Itachi's own brother (and what would Itachi think?). Perhaps Pain had been taking advantage of Sasuke during his time of grief. And perhaps Sasuke had been taking advantage of him to some extent. Abuse. Destruction. A sick proposition. But the madness has passed. Pain's mind is free again. As if he has awakened from a night of far too much drink; until he sees --

Feels --

Himself, and this strange girl. The one who offered to be his ally. The one he briefly spoke to regarding his search for Konan. Konan. There is no Konan in this dream. It is inappropriate. And overly familiar. Intrusive. His skin still burns with Sasuke's touches; his mouth still remembers the feeling of forming those words -- telling him . . . lies.

Deceiving themselves.

She cannot help her dreams, but this is -- ]

I suppose it is that the gods have plagued you, also.

[ He is holding the Hitomi in a grip that is almost sufficient to shatter.

The girl can see the stunned expression upon his face. ]
Feb. 15th, 2010 04:12 pm (UTC)
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[Click, tap, touch, flipping through the network -- ah, a message. As soon as the video begins playing, Rin blanches. Of course, this Pain fellow has to stumble upon her dream, and be the very first to do so! Was this the whim of the gods? It certainly appears like something a trickster god or spirit from her home's childhood tales would do. Old wives's tales, from mother to child, transformed and distorted into dogmata for the School of the Pure Land, yet still with that air of being older than anything, shrouded in mystery and slightly sinister.

Rin's drifted off for a moment, thinking of times past, and maybe Pain caught her wistful expression. But then she gets back to the issue at hand and blushes profusely.

Perhaps to his credit, he seems to be taking this with some modicum of grace. She wonders how he can remain so relatively calm, really. After all, he could have been yelling at her by now, but he evidently has enough sense to know she wasn't herself.

Of course, that probably means he was afflicted by the same mockery. She's going to think about that later.]

The gods, is it? Yes, I suppose they did.
Feb. 17th, 2010 02:45 am (UTC)
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Ah. This is as nothing compared to what they have put many of us through. Some of us have been forced to spend weeks in this condition, married to our enemies and sharing their beds.

[ He is irritated, still, but this time, it was a mere day. ]

I told you and the others that the gods were dangerous.

People seemed to pay little heed to my warnings. This world will conspire to undo you. Make no mistake.

Edited at 2010-02-17 02:47 am (UTC)
Feb. 17th, 2010 04:10 am (UTC)
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[Rin's brain takes a moment's vacation at that. Its visible incarnation is her blank stare before she gets back to herself and her expression becomes alert again. A flurry of questions vies for expression; she is talking fast.]

But... how... why? What gods are these, anyway?

And isn't there anything to be done about it?
Feb. 17th, 2010 09:45 am (UTC)
[The horror of seeing something like that -

(And the war is still fresh in his mind, when blood and death reeks and soaks the land, when it is ambition and purpose coated with a reason he cannot understand that comes down with an unshakeable force that obliterates. Of seeing a head ... being offered ... the idea is the same, even if the person holding that head is not. Pain, Madara ... did it matter? It's still a person's head, isn't it?)

Iruka frowns.]

Rin-san ... it's just a dream.

[It has to be.]
Feb. 17th, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
[Rin has caught her breath by now and smiles at the Hitomi, not quite registering that Iruka won't be able to see it. Two such dreams in a row... Rin wondered if it was just her mind working through all that had happened or if this place had a hand even in that. Either way, there were worse things to endure.]

I know. I just... tend to get a little caught up in dreams while I'm having them.

[Then she laughs faintly.]
Feb. 17th, 2010 11:52 am (UTC)
[He himself didn't dream yet and he supposed that's a good thing for him. He didn't want to be open more than he already had been before. But still ... other people ... they certainly didn't deserve it.

He mirrors the chuckle.]

Ah, I take it ... you've experienced what the gods can do first hand.

[Well, he thinks bitterly, at least they weren't married this time. With a fake illusion of some sort of past. At least.]
Feb. 17th, 2010 12:11 pm (UTC)
Mh... seems like I did.

[And it was still extremely unsettling, some part of her mind still reeling from the outrage, but it wouldn't do to lose her head now. Wouldn't do at all.

She had to think. Work towards a solution.]
Feb. 17th, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC)
Hey ... Rin-san ... it could have been worse.

[But how could it be worse than this? Seeing someone's - precious? important? a loved one? family? - head decapitated like that?]
Feb. 17th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
Yeah, you're right... could've been.

[Like dreaming about her parents, because that had happened, over and done with more than two years ago. But she doesn't dream those dreams often, not now -- they'd been receding just during the past few months, and Rin isn't entirely sure if she misses them. Moving on is still a hard thing to think about.]

Edited at 2010-02-17 03:11 pm (UTC)
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