Author's Note: Guys, this'll be a team seven centric fic. Maybe a little sasusaku but I'm not really sure. But anyway, this is a three shot! So go ahead and read it! Oh yeah, don't forget to review and read my other works too! Oh, if you wanna give me a challenge, I'd be happy to oblige!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, enough said.

Flight

The tears twinkled away as she gazed up at the full moon. It was round, bright, and it gave her a queasy feeling that something was going to happen, maybe it was going to happen again. She felt her heart beat faster as the clouds began to slowly clear away. Thrilling her, the stars twinkled in a fashion that makes one think of the stars singing a song, a song significantly and just for her.

The wind blew gently, whispering softly in her ear, and playing with the light pink that is her hair. Her eyes were still and grave, focused on the sole thing in the center of the star-littered sky. She breathed the air that flowed around her, around her room, around Konoha, and around the whole world. She felt the wind caress her skin, calling out to her, drawing her outside so innocently…

She sat up straight from her window seat, feeling hands, invisible, pull her up from her restful position. She remained silent as her hands, having their own cruel minds, moved to grasp either side of the huge window frame. Her feet traveled by themselves, making her squat on the cushioned window seat. She could not find hesitance in her movements and she could only find these motions as natural instincts.

The world was calling to her, she could clearly feel that she was needed somewhere else than this lonely bedroom she grew up in. As in many days before, she felt the same feeling claw its way into her very soul once more. Someone needed her right this instant, someone specifically close to her, and she best make it soon.

Within an instant, her body was in the air, her arms and legs spread out. Her jump from the window was as high as her quaint little house, given the fact that she was a kunoichi by occupation. She felt the fast gusts of wind blow through her face as she was airborne for a few seconds until she started to descend with an ever increasing speed.

Before she hit the ground, however, her body was gliding, several inches from and parallel to the ground, pristine and ethereal angel wings having sprouted from her small back. They burst forth bathed in the silvery moonlight, dripping so gently with their keeper's blood. Carefully, she placed both hands on the ground as her wings shook and shivered slightly. She lowered herself and lay face-down on the grass, breathing in deeply the scent of the earth and rain. Turning her head to face one side, her eyes exhibited coldness and distance, as if seeing distant scenes unfold before her eyes.

Feathers floated down from her previous flight and they dissolved as they touched the wet earth. And slowly, her wings started to flap, lifting her body up in such a fragile manner, as if she could break at any moment. She was soon on her bare feet, her eyes, viridian and yet reflecting the darkness of the sky, were still plastered on the huge canvas up above her. Spreading her bare arms, for she was only in her white and silky nightgown, her wings moved violently and she reached the sky.

She flew, over her strong little village, never once sending a glance towards what was below her. It wasn't that she didn't care, she did, but she was indeed needed so much elsewhere. She, then, let her wings take the lead until she reached a huge and silent lake, and only then did she decide to descend than remain in midair. She blinked and now she was hovering over the deep blue that is the Konoha lake.

And then, to the tune of unheard music, she began to move ever so gracefully above the water, her feet barely grazing the water that rippled with every movement that her still glowing wings made. She had closed her sea foam eyes to the world and felt herself dancing, as indeed she was, the moonlight giving off that spooky and silvery aura that chilled other people to the core.

Wordlessly, she continued to move, her small form agile and nimble. Not once did her feet break the surface of the rippling water. Across and around she hovered like a purple dragonfly, rare and beautiful, dancing in the soft drafts of wind that was around her. She spun, her arms weaving shapeless patterns in the air. The fireflies flew around her, feeling the deep and dark pain hiding in her heart. Still, she remained silent and hushed, eyes still closed shut, ignorant of the fireflies, the wind and the continuous currents of the water.

All of a sudden, her eyes shot open, exposing the green that was often likened to the deepest emerald. Scanning the endless and timeless expanse of blue above her once again, she stopped moving. Only the soft sound of her flapping, glowing wings remained in the dead of night… Her eyebrows slowly knotted as she clutched her heart, her wings beginning to bleed. Sparkling tears formed in the corner of her eyes as she tried to grasp, tried to reach one of the twinkling luminaries above her. She flew up so fast, her tears at once shined away, and reached out her hand only to grasp nothing.

Retracting her hand from the sky, she felt a huge ominous presence near her. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes widening, wondering how she had suddenly gotten here. Beside her, loomed the huge and dark Konoha gates, made creepier by the moon. Her hands fell limply to her sides as she stared at the cement structure. She stared at it long and hard, fighting an inner battle, her fists clenched, her lips set in a straight and grim line. She could not fly out of her village. It would not be wise. Her place was here. But if she did try, which her inner self was forcing her to do now, her wings would disappear and she would be dubbed a traitor, something she never wanted to be. She would be unable to help others and this was her goal tonight.

Her inner self waged a war with her outer self and she felt all her resolve wanting to crumble. The reasons why she should not leave wanted to fight hard with her inner self, who was only crying for justice, for her unrequited love. She felt all her emotions swirl inside her, eating her away. Alive, kicking and screaming, they were felt as her heart pounded ever so fiercely.

She did not know what to think, but she knew what to do. Her hands, soft and delicate, slowly unfurled from their clenched position as she hung in midair, still staring at the stony walls before her. Her light colored hair moved with the wind, slowly and gently brushing against her soft cheeks. Feathers once again started to float down with each beat of her wings. With a sigh, her resolve hardened and thus, one wing covered her face and body. Before she could descend, however, the wing unfurled with a snap and deep, dark, crimson blood started to ooze from the wing.

In her palm, freshly picked from her array of white wings, was a bloody feather, burning with the same light her wings have. It was tainted with her blood, her pure blood. And as she was there, she brought the feather closer to her face and twirled it between her thumb and forefinger, taking in every spindle and every fiber. Deeming it to be perfect, she closed her fingers over the feather and clutched it with both hands, pressing it to her beating heart. Lifting it to her face once more, she planted a soft kiss on it, a prayer in her heart, unshed tears brimming in her eyes.

The wind blew, gales and gusts came her way. Her arms, hand holding tightly to the feather, drew around her body, trying to protect it. She fought against the wind, her determination to keep in flight astounding. She would not let anything get in her way this time. Suddenly quieting down, the wind blew its breath, being content in toying with the hem of her short sleeping attire. She held the feather up to the wind and it glowed all the more, being bared to the moonlight, moving here and there, swaying with each blow of air. Her eyes held the light of hope and desire as she looked up at the blessed feather. With a movement of fingers, she released it.

She watched it, arms drawn around her petite body to keep warm, float away. She watched it dance with the wind and leaves that were shaken away from their parent trees. She watched it move to the beat of her unheard song, glowing and playing with the green shiny sparkles that hovered around. And only then, as she watched the perfect and bloody feather float through the invisible and magical barrier of the Konoha gates to a world unknown and lost to her, did she let out a smile.

A smile of love.

She closed her eyes, feeling sleep coming to claim her. She was tired and hurt but she knew her job was done. Her wings slowly faded away. She sank slowly but her smile never once left her face and never once did it waver…

Her eyes snapped open as the rays from the sun hit her face. She sat up, holding her throbbing head, trying to recall lost memories and events…

"Was it all a dream?"

She looked around her messy room and gave a soft and real smile. She glanced at her window and untidy window seat. Sighing, she started to rise and stretch, wanting to get ready for the beautiful day that lay before her. She stood up…

"No, not a dream."

She took one last look at her room,

Littered with white feathers…

With a smile, she disappeared behind the door of her bathroom…

"It was real."

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