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Naruto Fanfiction // The Tower, Side Story for Art Trade

Title: The Tower
Series: Monoshizukanohi/Naruto AU
Author: Darkprism
Genre: Drama/Romance/Kink
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Nagato, solo, with appearances by Neji, Naruto, Kakashi, and Tenzou
Word Count: 500
Warnings/Notes: Adult content, vague references to sexual situations and kink, language.

This story is my half of an art trade happening over on Y!Gallery. Posted here as I thought you guys might like a glimpse of my Nagato. He's been seen in Undercurrents, Rhythm & Bruise, "Broken Interlude", and "Knight of Swords".

Audio of this story can be found here!

Spoilers: None whatsoever.

Summary: Nagato calls a meeting to announce a change of paradigm.



The bar was comprised of equal parts raucous laughter, clink of glass, and clack of games, with just the hint of desperation for spice. Humanity, at its best and worst; people at their highest peaks and crashing toward their lowest pits. Nagato sipped his water, ice brushing his thin lips, and he ruminated on the fine, though lost, art of suffering. He ached, the devils of torment in his joints and legs, and he closed his ever-strafing eyes.

It was going to rain: chilly and damp and penetrating. How grand.

Nagato did not wish to be here, did not wish for much at all, these days, save for fires that fed him warmth and pastime. He set down his short tumbler just as the final member of his judgment panel arrived. The scrape of chair, and voila! the moment was ripe for reaping. The abrasive blond, the sad brunet, the premier pretty man, and the gray puzzle all stared with curiosity, condemnation, and contrivance at Nagato. Waiting.

"The hell's wrong with your eyes?" Uzumaki asked.

"Nystagmus," Nagato replied, a rude inquiry met with forthright honesty. He had nothing to lose, no gain to be made by hiding.

"Why did you call this meeting?" Hyuuga asked, civil of tongue.

"Yeah, we're here. The hell you want?" Uzumaki said, ruining Hyuuga's effort. Nagato smiled, saw blood trickling along the lines of lacerations. Sweet memory, so stale from disuse.

"To make an announcement you will wish to hear with your own ears, and not from some rumor, which surely you'd see as false."

"We're listening," Hatake encouraged, and Nagato breathed in the succulent scent of true attention. An amazing man, the brilliant sergeant turned bartender and spy. A man whose beauty would be best seen when under you, and never diminished for the delight he found there. Nay, only increased.

"Haze," Nagato said, nails on his glass. "Is no more."

"Bullshit." Uzumaki.

"Oh?" Asashi.

"Why?" Hyuuga and Hatake, unified.

A slow, sensuous, slide of finely-boned hand, and Nagato touched the perfect prince of the realm. Hatake stiffened, considering removing the appendage from Nagato's concern. Beautiful in imagined violence and ever-ready preparedness. Nagato hoped Hatake's loins stirred in longing. "My rage Disciple, my beloved Martyr, you have given them happiness, yes?"

Hyuuga's spine was straight. Crooked only by demand. "Yes."

A squeeze, a release, a hum. "It is my thanks, then." Nagato smiled. "It will burn in sacrificial atonement, in reverent effigy. A repayment, in my loss, to you." Nagato overturned his glass, let it roll to the Prince's quarter. Nagato stood, cane in his grip; pain his companion, his namesake.

"But why?" Asashi, lost soul.

"It was your… life?" Uzumaki, struggling.

Nagato lingered. "My purpose wanes. I could destroy it all, dance on your bones, but why?" He looked, and two faces comprehended, while two fought inevitability. "My will is gone. I seek nothing."

"That's when you find everything," Hyuuga whispered.

Nagato chuckled, tipped his hat, and went out into the frigid rain.

~*~


A/N:
Click here to learn more about the eye disorder, Nystagmus.
Click here to learn more about the Tarot card, The Tower.

For the entire list of Nagato/Itachi/Soubi/various stories and information:
Click Here.

Much love and destruction,
<3Dee
Tags: fanfiction, monoshizukanohi, naruto, side story
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