SPITE

[animentality]

[sakuraswhisper696]

Compliment the Quiet

Silence. 

Silence,

Bred in silence. 

Borne in silence.

Crafted in silence.

Upholder of silence.

She is the daughter of silence, a ruler of the people!

Silence, silence.

The poem was the only thing he was taught to read. It was the only thing allowed.  Reading as a commoner was an act against silence, against the Speaking, but Naruto was created to break rules, which was why he forced the old man to let him learn letters. He had wondered why learning as a commoner was a crime.

Fate was predetermined for her, 

She had no choice but to rule with an iron fist. Love her.  Pity her. They were told that besides serving was his—and all of his people’s duties. Obey. Serve. Pity.

He was raised to believe—that Lady Haruno was a good woman. That she was a just ruler and she deserved respect. 

Which he believed for the first 15 years of his life. But when Sasuke challenged the idea that was implemented on him, everything changed. 

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So, the two sixteen year olds hid in the back of the small library— Sasuke had expected to be locked, but Naruto gave the former heir a book, and pointed to two words on a page—‘Too, afraid.’

Naruto hoped he’d understand, Sasuke spent a word and spoke, “Do.” 

Naruto was shocked when he heard him speak. No, he was terrified, because Sasuke’s lips were closed.

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The capital—as he expected— was just as quiet as his part of the Konoha. 

But Sasuke had told him sound was inevitable, it was nature. 

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Kakashi was known for being loyal to the Speaking, yet why did he give Sasuke the location of his elder brother?

Why save Naruto?

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The world made its first natural sound in 1000 years, yet Naruto couldn’t hear it. 

(sprinkle of this, dash of that, ahh chapter.)

Naruto POV for PROLOUGE, and some scenes

Sakura Pov for most scenes

Sasuke POV for epilogue and some scenes )

cross posted on my AO3 account-Morrowmoon.

[sakuraswhisper696]

Mortal Maiden

sum:

“Hush!” “Hush!” Can you hear it? The call of the Mortal Maiden? Even across a sea, lies a great tree, Where mother maiden is the queen bee Feasting on Male Melodies.

Women outcasted by their small island of Litcha, left on a boat, forever drifting across the vast sea, are pulled in by a primordial and kind entity known as the Mortal Maiden, she is the tree, the one who lets her daughters rest on the branches of her body. Blessing them with enteral and collective peace.

“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, heed our call,”

You were here before we lived, pure while we fall

“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, thrown acorns where you descend,”

 You are all but evil and wrong

“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, we water the place you sleep,”

“Mortal Maiden, Mortal Maiden, we fluff our hair and toy our sheep.”

We listen and we pray for harvesting day

The sun will set over the humming birds

“Mortal Maiden, Mortal Maiden, our little world of women, wait for your benevolent means.”

We whisper and we wait as we cleanse in fire

“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden we await the feast,”

Upon Rams and bucks and male Melodies We whisper into the grass, they took our innocence once but at last,

“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, you alone will retrieve and feast.” 

They sunk their teeth in our wool once but lead us no more!

“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, oh! Great tree on island they’ll never see,”

The screams of terror ruin their world,       hold onto each and every leaf, but we alone hide in the branches of your tree. After your feast one becomes                      we in blissful sleep

“Mortal Maiden, Mortal Maiden oh! Oh! They claimed us once or twice but with you it’s never three,” “Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden oh Mortal Maiden oh! Oh!”                                      “Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, oh!”

Every day and hour you will feast on the darkness they claimed O . our feminine souls own . Yet you alone

are above your tree, you root against patriarchy and male melodies Today we toyed our sheep and fluffed our hair, no matter the cost or trouble we may bear, we never look to anyone else but you! 

“Mortal Maiden oh Mortal Maiden, even when our blood mothers shun us away, we needn’t those mothers for you are all our mother, and we are your bloody, wayward daughters!” Put the men of Litcha to sleep after we slaughter.