[POST Universe] Line
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vernajastTime Period: AU, post-apocalyptic, militaristic world of POST
Pairing: YonKaka, of course
Warning: implied character death, angst, bleak imagery, still basically PG
Er...to explain, sorta, each piece in this universe will have a Minato, Kakashi, and Naruto. Who lives, who dies, what happens will change. Their personalities might be altered and they are not necessarily even the same person from story to story, as you'll see here. And they aren't aware that they are meeting the same characters over and over as they aren't the same...not really...erg. I'm not explaining well. Just...I know it's not as good as POST, but I still hope you find it...interesting? Please ask any questions you want as that will help me know what to put here by way of explanation.
Note that the Shi on the end of Kakashi's name can mean death/crow/four. Refs throughout, at least one nod to Fallout II and the Russian army in WWII who fought even when they only had one bullet for every fifty guns.
The posters are everywhere in the wake of war.
'Donors needed; rebuild humanity.'
'Hetero-love. The natural choice.'
'Procreation is a privilege.'
This isn't why he marries her, but considers them subliminal messages after the fact. He blames them.
He has never shown an interest in women; he has only ever been interested in doing what is right, in justice, in the future. He likes to think this is the real reason for the marriage. Until she is dead and he is alone.
The posters are accusatory reminders that he wasn't good enough. There is no child...he found the act detestable at best.
The soldier's boots make empty sounds on the streets of another deserted town. A congregation of crows watch, aligned on the ledge of a roof. They are glassy black bead eyes and the flaps of feathery wings in a dismal gray afternoon. The crunch of gravel underfoot sends them away, but only after a proper scolding. His trembling finger pulls the trigger, though there is no longer a firearm attached to the hand.
if only i had found the general; with the reward money...
Cold metal warmed by the heat of his touch would be a comfort as he continues his patrol in silence.
A stranger appears on the road an hour later--all rags and dust and black chain, GI boots and a bundle over his shoulder that moves when he sets it down on the gravel. His ashen hair prompts the question, "Boentine?" and the man's nod is nearly imperceptible.
The standard order to Report is mumbled, and yet he does so without question: Namikaze, Minato, 4th patrol, Sector 3. He's out of bounds, but since the second wave, the lines have grown more blurred. He doesn't have to tell this to the traveler.
He eyes the man's boots and inquires about dinner. Namikaze's head cocks toward the shifting blankets and he swears the leeched colors of the man's skin fade out completely with the mumbled, "Fuck, no."
Instead, they spit and cook two of the crows, turning the meat carefully over a fire pot, lacing it with the chemical flavors of glycerin and denatured ethanol and it wouldn't really be a meal without them.
They share words between bites of carrion (they're all carrion now).
"Where'd you get the child?" Namikaze asks only to fill the silence.
"Found him. 'Side his mother's body."
"Bullshit."
"Yes." The pale man picks his teeth with a knife and says nothing further.
Namikaze remembers a rumor. "There was a baby...s'posed to be wit the general..." Incredulous blue eyes follow the arc of the traveler's hand. His youth betrays him and he doubts what he is seeing. "You were at Boentine with..."
"Yes." It's more blood than Kakashi has encountered for months; that he is color blind only ensures gray-washed nightmares that are no less terrifying than the full color phantasms of his childhood.
Dull, ground teeth mince bits of cooked flesh for the child, and he coaxes dubious nourishment between gums and dirty lips. "Shhh...Naruto...eat..."
Pairing: YonKaka, of course
Warning: implied character death, angst, bleak imagery, still basically PG
Er...to explain, sorta, each piece in this universe will have a Minato, Kakashi, and Naruto. Who lives, who dies, what happens will change. Their personalities might be altered and they are not necessarily even the same person from story to story, as you'll see here. And they aren't aware that they are meeting the same characters over and over as they aren't the same...not really...erg. I'm not explaining well. Just...I know it's not as good as POST, but I still hope you find it...interesting? Please ask any questions you want as that will help me know what to put here by way of explanation.
Note that the Shi on the end of Kakashi's name can mean death/crow/four. Refs throughout, at least one nod to Fallout II and the Russian army in WWII who fought even when they only had one bullet for every fifty guns.
The posters are everywhere in the wake of war.
'Donors needed; rebuild humanity.'
'Hetero-love. The natural choice.'
'Procreation is a privilege.'
This isn't why he marries her, but considers them subliminal messages after the fact. He blames them.
He has never shown an interest in women; he has only ever been interested in doing what is right, in justice, in the future. He likes to think this is the real reason for the marriage. Until she is dead and he is alone.
The posters are accusatory reminders that he wasn't good enough. There is no child...he found the act detestable at best.
The soldier's boots make empty sounds on the streets of another deserted town. A congregation of crows watch, aligned on the ledge of a roof. They are glassy black bead eyes and the flaps of feathery wings in a dismal gray afternoon. The crunch of gravel underfoot sends them away, but only after a proper scolding. His trembling finger pulls the trigger, though there is no longer a firearm attached to the hand.
if only i had found the general; with the reward money...
Cold metal warmed by the heat of his touch would be a comfort as he continues his patrol in silence.
A stranger appears on the road an hour later--all rags and dust and black chain, GI boots and a bundle over his shoulder that moves when he sets it down on the gravel. His ashen hair prompts the question, "Boentine?" and the man's nod is nearly imperceptible.
The standard order to Report is mumbled, and yet he does so without question: Namikaze, Minato, 4th patrol, Sector 3. He's out of bounds, but since the second wave, the lines have grown more blurred. He doesn't have to tell this to the traveler.
He eyes the man's boots and inquires about dinner. Namikaze's head cocks toward the shifting blankets and he swears the leeched colors of the man's skin fade out completely with the mumbled, "Fuck, no."
Instead, they spit and cook two of the crows, turning the meat carefully over a fire pot, lacing it with the chemical flavors of glycerin and denatured ethanol and it wouldn't really be a meal without them.
They share words between bites of carrion (they're all carrion now).
"Where'd you get the child?" Namikaze asks only to fill the silence.
"Found him. 'Side his mother's body."
"Bullshit."
"Yes." The pale man picks his teeth with a knife and says nothing further.
Namikaze remembers a rumor. "There was a baby...s'posed to be wit the general..." Incredulous blue eyes follow the arc of the traveler's hand. His youth betrays him and he doubts what he is seeing. "You were at Boentine with..."
"Yes." It's more blood than Kakashi has encountered for months; that he is color blind only ensures gray-washed nightmares that are no less terrifying than the full color phantasms of his childhood.
Dull, ground teeth mince bits of cooked flesh for the child, and he coaxes dubious nourishment between gums and dirty lips. "Shhh...Naruto...eat..."
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Date: 2008-07-21 03:07 am (UTC)