He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it

Чет Авг 26, 2010 11:18 am

С тоя кратък фик участвах в един конкурс на IMVU състоящ се от 3 кръга, от който си спечелих в общ баланс 7000 кредита + 4 подаръка.

Първата част беше да се направи едитна снимка на главният герой от фика използвайки нашият аватар в играта. Ето моето творение:
He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it 2288088h

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it 2288088h

Следващата част беше и самата история. Трябваше да не е особено дълга (макс 2 листа), даже моята излезе най-дългата от останалите He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it 242502

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it 242502

Трябваше да я пиша на английски, защото то се знае, че с български сме за никъде. Ето я и самата историйка (според коментарите на две германки историйката била доста тъжна и трогваща):

A 7-year old Madara – a boy with spiky black hair, was barely standing on his feet while looking upon two lifeless bodies lying in front of him drenched in blood – a man of about thirty and a woman around the same age. A younger boy, named Izuna, with black hair tied in a small pony tail at his back and a few disobedient hairs sticking up, similar to the other’s long spiky hair, stood beside him clinging to his arm in fear as tears were dripping down his face. A thunder from outside made the older boy snap out of his trance and he shook his head. But still he could not believe his eyes – his parents were dead, killed by a group of ninja assassins who broke into their house. All that was left by those murderers were a headband with the symbol of the Senju clan – Uchiha’s greatest enemy. The boy shook in anger. All he wanted to do now was to get his revenge …

It had been almost 20 years since that incident and the boys were already grown. And they had completed their revenge. The people responsible for their parents’ death were no more. The two boys had come a long and painful way to achieve this. But finally they had located those assassins and split up into two groups to take out their families as payback. Now Madara was calmly sitting under the shade of the sakura tree near his home at the Uchiha village and sighing in relief. At first he was worried that his little brother wouldn’t be able to handle the task as he was blind and no longer capable of using their clan’s eye technique – the sharingan, but as soon as he had received the message from his brother’s group that everything had gone according to plan and they would be back by tomorrow morning, he was assured of Izuna’s safety.

This night, however, Madara did not sleep in peace. He had a terrible dream, more like a flashback. He dreamed about the one day he deeply hated most – the day he gained the greatest power that was ever known to him but also, the day he crippled his dear brother. It was a cold rainy season at that time and Madara was lying in his bed wriggling in his ache. Izuna was, of course, staying beside him trying to ease his pain with special medicaments, which were proving that they didn’t work for this case. Madara was suffering from his own power – the power of the mangekyou sharingan, a developed form of the sharingan which was hardly achievable, had thrown him slowly into the darkness, making him lose sight day by day in a harsh and painful way. His little brother had called any known shaman or doctor to try and heal Madara, but with no result.

However this time the pains were worse than before and Madara couldn’t take them. He knew how to save himself from the darkness but had never spoken to Izuna about this before. However it was his only way out. Madara raised his hand reaching out for his little brother.
- Big brother, what is it? – Izuna looked at him wondering what his brother wants.
- Forgive me. – Madara’s hand was already onto Izuna’s face.
That night Madara took out Izuna’s eyes and implanted them onto his own. The combination gave him an eternal light and also huge power. From that day on, Izuna had been blind.
Madara woke up sweating all over. It was already morning. “Ah, just a dream.” He calmed down but then looked down at his hands. “No, it was not a dream … I remember that moment clearly but why … did I dream of it..?”

- Madara-sama, Izuna’s group is back! – A messenger shouted from outside. Madara wanted to be informed immediately about his brother’s return.
He quickly got up and changed clothes, afterwards he ran outside to meet his brother. To his surprise, however, Izuna wasn’t leading the group and there were many wounded.
- Wh-what has happened? Where’s Izuna? – He asked one of the members of the group who was helping a friend of his stand on his feet. The man was speechless for too long so Madara had to move forwards.
Soon he stopped and froze in place. His brother was being carried by two other halfly-wounded men on a stretcher. Madara quickly ran up to the men who had stopped to look at him with worried faces.
- Izuna! Izuna, get up! – Madara tried waking his little brother up trying to think positively. However there was no reaction.
Ichizuru, one of the men from Izuna’s group came forward. He tried to speak but Madara again shouted at his brother and pushed him a little.
- Come on – I said wake up! Stop faking it, Izuna – it won’t work on your brother, you know it!
- Our mission was successful. – the man who had come forth finally spoke – Thanks to Izuna, we managed to take out those Senjus. There were no casualties, only a few not so badly injured. But, on our way back, more exactly – last night, we were ambushed by a group of ninjas. They we Senju and they were led by some guy with a white fur-coat and blue armor, his hair was white, and he wield the water element to a mastery level. I have no idea how they knew which path we’d take, after all we use secret passages, but we showed them resistance. It was a hard battle, both sides were losing, and then Izuna faced their leader. We … tried to lend him a hand but it was pointless – the other attackers kept us away from their battle, and so … I’m terribly sorry, we couldn’t save him … - he bowed his head down for a bit, and then lift it up again - Anyway, the Senjus retreated immediately after Izuna was taken out so I feel like it was a set trap - an attack with a purpose, not a random attack.
Madara knew very well the description of this water element-user – it was Hashirama’s, the leader of the Senju and Madara’s greatest enemy’s, brother. But yet he couldn’t believe that his brother was gone – dead. As he was looking without seeing he laughed a bit.
- Heh, heh – this is some kind of joke, right? Izuna can’t be dead. Oh, Ichizuru – what insane stories are you making up? This must be a trick you’re trying to pull. Well I say – STOP IT! Show’s over! – Madara shook the stretcher and the men who were carrying it were forced to let it down.
Ichizuru was looking at Madara with pity. Looking at his leader was making him sad too. He sighed and put a hand onto Madara’s shoulder.
- I’m sorry, sir. I’m afraid this is no joke, as much as I wanted it to be.

Madara continued looking at his brother’s lifeless body. He was looking for a sign that would show he was alive. However, Izuna had no chakra left, his spirit was gone. Everything the two brothers had done together, everything they had gone through – good and bad moments, it all passed right before Madara’s eyes. Why had the time gone so fast? Why did the only one person that could understand Madara truly, the last of his family, left this world? It was as if a part of him had detached and gotten torn apart by the restless winds.

Madara recalled the day after taking Izuna’s eyes – he begged his brother for forgiveness, he promised to find a way to get him eyes but Izuna refused only saying that he has no problem with that and it is all for the clan – if the leader is sick and can’t fight, how will enemy clans react to that?

The Uchiha dropped on his knees in front of Izuna’s stretcher. He could do nothing anymore, he never had the chance to repay for his brother’s eyes. A tear dropped across Madara’s cheek and fell onto Izuna’s face.
- Leave! – Madara ordered to Ichizuru and the other two Uchihas – he didn’t want them to see him like this. They obeyed.

“Why, Izuna, why..? Everything was going perfectly … we had almost beaten the Senju … and you just leave me now..? What will I ever do without you..?” As much strong and tough he was, he couldn’t hold his tears back. Suddenly he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder – it was so familiar. Madara quickly turned but saw no one. He looked back at his little brother’s body and sighed. “Crying won’t bring him back …” He took him in his arms and stood up.

- But being all cold and heartless won’t either. – Madara heard his brother’s voice, echoing from somewhere inside of him and smiled a bit. The voice and the patting on the shoulder – it was his brother; he was still alive – alive in Madara’s eyes. Whatever was about to come, Izuna would be still near his brother. And he would never detest him for his actions no matter what they were, nor would he want something in return. This is the bond of the two brothers – it was up to Madara to realize that too.

И последната част от конкурса - да се направи картинка със сценка от фика, мисля, че при мен се получи истински шедьовър.

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it 2351607R

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it 2351607R

Това е всичко, няма да пиша повече в тази тема, така че някой мод ако прецени може да я заключи. smile

Пон Авг 30, 2010 3:35 pm

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it

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