There was no consideration shown for his imprisonment, thrown in; a sack of garbage onto the stone flooring, blunt onto his knees scraping at his hands with a rueful sting. The rotten odour of flesh seeping into his nostrils more prominently as he was in a cage, where a body still lay, bits of the hanging flesh turning blackened in their state. Indeed, he was near thrown into the congealed pile of former human, almost allowing himself to succumb to gasping for the fact as he reeled backwards -gasping would have only increased the stench. The cell door was clicked into place behind him, but his shackles had not been released- though they had been placed in front of him rather then behind. There was mildew lightly accenting the sweetened smell of the area, as water trickled down the stone walls, only visible by the glimmers of light brought from the torch just outside. What echoed as worsened unto his slandered mind, digging the pike further into his subconscious, much alike his kunai had slowly ripped at his chest; he knew where he was, the lowest level- he was being treated as if he had directly attacked the village.
"Uzumaki. You are rather early today." The baritone of the man nextdoor rang far more prominent when he too was inside a cage; how? He did not know. Yet, the derision held within his tone was obvious; and Naruto knew its scorn held not unto him, a strange comfort. Madara was amused, a humour which the blond found himself agreeing with, despite the cruel undertone it retained. Fitting for the mood that danced overtop and threatened the blond's psyche. Thus, he laughed along, merely happy for the fact he could, because it had been a joke, though tepid enough that many persons would not hear it underlined. He could hear a weakened chuckle from the man nearby, scraped through his throat. Naruto allowed his laughter to mellow into hiccuping giggles.
"I was trying to catch you off-guard." There was an exaggerated snort on the other side, and the jinjuuriki snickered to himself at the obvious amusement hidden under stoicism- he knew how to catch the minor shift in noncommunicative responses that indicated mindset; the subtle differences between anger, exasperation, and humour. Strange was it; to be thrown into the cells of 'death's waiting room,' and find further comfort with the presence of a man whom was responsible for thousands of lost lives, then within the village people he had been birthed into. Gladdened for the fact that he had been thrown into the farthest most piteous area of the 'secret' prison simply for the fact that he was in good- decent, company.
"Your method is weak." Once more a joke escaped chapped lips, and once again Naruto laughed for the sarcastic manner the man spoke within.
When he had first comprehended that he held the Kyuubi within, his terror had spiked rather grand compared to the wavering apprehension he'd prior held around others. Knowing of his bane therein gave understanding, yet it had done nothing to quell the manifestation of pitious self-hatred conjelating in his gut- instead, adding a new element. Rather then the comfort which might be pronounced in acknowledging he himself had done naught to provoke their hatred; it merely provided him with the reasoning that he was the disgust, no action of his own had fabricated their ire, their detest, merely the fact he lived.
With hardened mind however, he had sought to derail their illusions of himself, script a new literature which may sway their opinion. No action had quelled them in his early years as a shinobi, their gazes did not land on him long, but there was razors in their eyes which had not been prior to his graduation. Following his return with Jiraiya he had been spurned, but no action had been made against him direct or indirectly. For a shortened period. Alas, as he had grown more profound in skill, the longer their glares remained upon him, the more those expressions danced with open detest. Yet, as such had manifested he had earned respect from multiple jounin, come to find friends within his comrades, no one openly expressed their true loathing. He had fallen entirely back down, hit the gavelled bottom of the cannon. Rocks in his back, cracked multiple bones upon impact and struggling to breathe as the support of his ribcage was negligible in due to all the broken bonds- bones.
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Two Leaf Fires (MadaNaru)
FanfictionIt was an era which one of them knew well. To the other, the ancient past. To both, a place wherein so much was familiar, similar, to what they had known, and yet, the differences were too large -too obstructing to ignore. In this: An analogous real...
