Déjà vu
Summary: The world had certainly changed, and yet was eerily similar at the same instant. Will this path end differently, or will Hidan be doomed to repeat these events indefinitely? Somewhat AU.
Warnings: Language, some violence, perhaps slight sexual themes, maybe at the very end slight yaoi, reincarnated characters.
Authors Note: I've been writing this on and off for a while now. It's only been read by me; unfortunately I don't have a beta. If anyone's willing throw me a line. I'd be more than happy to have you.
I've noticed my chapters are rather short; however, some will be longer than others. It all depends on how long I think I can drag something out, yet still be interesting. So, I'd rather you didn't judge on length. (Haha, it's the motion of the ocean that counts.) I have quite a few of the chapters written, but before I go on any further I want to see if it has any buzz. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading.
Prolog: Past and Present
It's painful, watching them. I feel as though I should know who they are, and yet, I don't. I see their movements through different eyes, studying them, comparing them to another person.
"I know who you are, but I can't remember you," I murmur to myself.
What a horrid feeling this is. To see almost simultaneously how they will react. I hear their words echoing, nearly matching up exactly with thoughts spoken long ago in the past, in a different life.
The more I am with them, the more frustrating this becomes. They look at me queerly, accusingly, pitifully. They glare when I confuse their names, tilt their heads curiously when I know information they've never given, and avoid me when my explanations border on madness.
Perhaps they are right. Maybe I am completely crazy. Everywhere I turn, shadows arise, a glimpse into the world that ended many years past. Haunting me, staring after me, pushing me down a path I feel I've traveled before but have forgotten.
My mind is in limbo as they walk towards me, each step they take is perfectly timed in unison. How similar they are yet somehow completely different, as if the mold that made the first cracked and allowed the second to turn out slightly different.
The one to the left I do not know, he is the stranger. The other I have memorized down to the last stitch on his black and red cloak. However, those shocking green eyes that both possess look identical; like pieces of jade cut from the same stone.
They stop together, not a moment off. I look at each and my eyes fall onto the man on the right. I should know who he is, but his name eludes me.
"I know who you are, but I can't remember you."
There is a pause. The man on the left blinks slowly, he is confused, but does not speak to me. Oddly enough, I feel disappointed in him, he has let me down but I can't fathom why.
"You will." The man on the right replies.
What kind of fucking response is that?