And When the Ibis Came

It was what I've always strived for. But now as I see you there, the red feathers all around you, left by the ibis I called upon. I wonder now if this is what I really wanted. If this was just a duty I put upon myself to hide my true feelings.

I had always looked at you through the glass society…our clan, had hosted in front of you. The clear perfect pane, not dirtied by a single smudge. You were everything, you were perfect. But that glass, it was smudged so long ago by red dust. Though I still looked at you through the glass, it wasn't the same. It was blocked, it was covered up.

I look at you now, I've cleaned that windowpane, but it's too late. The feathers of the ibis keep falling around your head. They keep spreading, desperately trying to touch me as a dark invisible wind blows them toward my feet. I look up to spot the bird on its branch, and it flies away. How I regret ever wanting it to come visit. This is not what I wanted, this isn't right. But, what can I do now?

"This makes me no better," I whisper to you. But you can't hear can you? Even if you could, would you respond? Or would you only taunt me with that all knowing smirk. I only did what you wanted me to…but I don't understand. The window that was stained only a little by the red dust you strew around yourself was dirtied even more by your words. I only did as you asked of me, and I only completed the duty I put upon myself. The unnecessary mission I said I must complete.

I only wanted to please you, in a twisted way, that's all I wanted. Because I still saw you through that window, and I wanted so badly to get around it. To touch you, not the cold glass. You were perfect, you were a god. You were immortal to me, your beauty, you intelligence, all unattainable by a mere mortal like me. But, you aren't immortal are you? You lay here now feather upon your cloth, your face. Why did it have to come to this? Why was I blinded so much, by the dirt on that perfect window? Why hadn't I cleaned it off earlier? To uncover the emotions that the clear image of you would have held. The emotions I see now, as the regret it brings forth creeps into every inch of my being.

I take a step forward, towards the beauty the ibis had left behind. The feathers sink around my foot, and I kneel down next to you. The feathers staining my knee as I sit in the pile all around you. I look at you, still hoping for that immortality. But, it's not there. I run my hand through your jet-black hair. Looking into those cold glazed over eyes that still held the Sharingan. It was eerie, yet stunning. I run my hand over your cold face, not holding any emotions like always. My hand goes over your eyes, and then it pulls away. I closed your lids, undeserving of the beauty those eyes held still. I wipe the down that lay on your cheek away. Though it leaves a red line as I do so. Also the small down that came from your lip I brush away. It leaves a stain on my fingers.

You look like a sleeping porcelain doll. I lean down to kiss your lips. Wanting to feel something, anything from you. Wanting to draw out your immortality. But your godliness was gone, and only the beauty of your body remains. My vision blurs, as I realize I'm starting to cry. I'm not ashamed, for you I'll cry. I pick you up, not caring about the feathers floating around us. I hold you, like I've always wanted too. I hold you close to my chest, where my heart beats. I once again run my hand through your hair. A tear falls from my eye to land on your shut ones.

They say if you truly love someone, you would hold them, and never let them go. You would cry, and stay there for hours, days, threatening anyone and anything that would dare take your love away. Even if they are already gone.

The end.