I am so shitty for being late to slobber all over your rare fic... Forgive me!
Here we go: The first thing I thought was, this is different. It's far less minimalist than the other things you've done, and has this grittier, more grounded sort of feel. I just read that Haku arc for the FIRST TIME EVER the other day, so this was insanely well-timed and tugged at the heart strings profusely. Way to be psychic, girl.
This was imbued with a subdued sort of realism that I haven't read for a long, long time; a world apart from the summer snowfall that softly graced the last pages of the arc, and a much-needed glimpse back, back, away from the changes in the intervening time between then and now, to where it all began and they were all so young and new and undamaged.
Halfway through, I just felt this sick sort of sadness in my stomach, like oh my god. Because Kakashi's stoic and mature handling of the entire situation is heartbreaking not purely because of context, but because he's so emotionally retarded like that, even though we know he's probably felt a lot harder and faster than our little emo bag of rice: Sasuke, albeit in less surround-sound . You could really feel the way he wanted to comfort Naruto. To give him something a little more tangible than duty to spin around the horrible, horrible thing that had just happened, but he can't do it, and that's so sick and sad in itself.
To reiterate: I think it's brilliant, and refuse to listen to anything that you say to sway me towards seeing otherwise. BECAUSE LA LA LA I AM NOT LISTENING. ♥
(PS: And Arizona? Eek, the prospect of packing everything up and just leaving utterly frightens me. I am in awe.)
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:21 pm (UTC)Here we go: The first thing I thought was, this is different. It's far less minimalist than the other things you've done, and has this grittier, more grounded sort of feel. I just read that Haku arc for the FIRST TIME EVER the other day, so this was insanely well-timed and tugged at the heart strings profusely. Way to be psychic, girl.
This was imbued with a subdued sort of realism that I haven't read for a long, long time; a world apart from the summer snowfall that softly graced the last pages of the arc, and a much-needed glimpse back, back, away from the changes in the intervening time between then and now, to where it all began and they were all so young and new and undamaged.
Halfway through, I just felt this sick sort of sadness in my stomach, like oh my god. Because Kakashi's stoic and mature handling of the entire situation is heartbreaking not purely because of context, but because he's so emotionally retarded like that, even though we know he's probably felt a lot harder and faster than our little emo bag of rice: Sasuke, albeit in less surround-sound . You could really feel the way he wanted to comfort Naruto. To give him something a little more tangible than duty to spin around the horrible, horrible thing that had just happened, but he can't do it, and that's so sick and sad in itself.
To reiterate: I think it's brilliant, and refuse to listen to anything that you say to sway me towards seeing otherwise. BECAUSE LA LA LA I AM NOT LISTENING. ♥
(PS: And Arizona? Eek, the prospect of packing everything up and just leaving utterly frightens me. I am in awe.)