When a Flower Blossoms in Suna
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Prologue
Come closer so I can kiss you."
The tone of the command was nonexistent as the hot wind blew into the young face, carrying the words of her husband. She reached delicately to brush the sand from her nose, pausing when his fingers met hers. She looked down, trying to see what had caught his attention, but the tattoo on her face was foreign to her. She only ever saw it when she bathed or caught her reflection - when she saw her mother or grandmother, buried beneath tribal traditions. She frowned slightly at his expression, unable to tell if he favored the distinct impression or disliked it. He moved his hands away before repeating himself.
Instantly the new wife bowed to fulfill her husband's request, closing her eyes to the soft sensation of his lips against hers. She opened her eyes when the pressure ceased, lacing her thin fingers through his. "I'll take care of you," he promised.
"I'll take care of you." She retorted. They sat together in silence for many moments before exclaiming in submission: "let's take care of each other!"
"Okay," She accepted the brittle desert flower he handed her, clasping her hands gently around the dead blossom. He placed his hands on top of hers, watching the blue chakra flow from his fingers. His wife smiled brightly as the blossom swelled, revived, and sat in her hands as the perfect symbol of promise. If she ever forgot, he would remind her - time and time again.
She kissed him again before grasping the stem and running down the dusty alley. A nearby peddler sighed as he watched the dirty children play, eyes following them until they were out of sight. He returned to his business of pushing his broken cart and displaying one-of-a-kind pieces of pottery. He was proud to see the two children of the traveling Rurousha displaying their talents and finding adequate interest in them. What troubled him was the desert flower - the fact that they'd rather breathe life into it than the clan's most prestigious treasures found in the nursery. He knew his daughter well - he had seen her cry and shout and mock. The girl that had run off with that flower in hand was no offspring of his. The transfixed gaze she had set on that flower was something unnatural for the Rurousha clan. It was something that had been bred out of them. Such expressions and thoughts caused destruction - destruction of traditions and pride.
He was afraid with it's revival would come the loss of his legacy.
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Hello - U-O here. A fiction that happens to be Suna-centric, I suppose. It'll probably be updated slowly, if at all, seeing as school is very burdensome - though winter break is soon so I may be able to get some chapters up during that time. No, the fanfiction is not completely about OCs, though there are a few the phenomenal sand siblings will make their debute in the next chapter. (Whenever the next chapter happens to come - seeing as I lack a plot...)
