Alone in the rain
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters.
Even if he got sick, he wouldn't care.
Not at the moment anyway.
All he did was stare into his hand, his mentor's lighter in it.
Then he stared to the wall beside him, an enclosed fan leaning onto it.
That temporary smoking habit of his had passed, but he refused to stay away from the lighter.
It reminded him of one thing; that he had failed to save one of the closest people to him.
He closed his eyes and played with the lighter, flicking continuously, even if it was pointless to do so in the rain.
It just made the comforting sound of Asuma's arrivals, always lighting up another cigarette.
He smiled for just a second, before remembering that he wouldn't be arriving ever again.
Shikamaru clenched his fist, still blaming himself.
Before continuing to play with the lighter.
He sat there, silent and solemn
That is until, the warmth of a flame appeared in his hand, and he realised the rain no longer struck his face.
He opened his eyes, to see the large fan over his head.
"Hey," he said.
"Jeez, Crybaby," she said, keeping the fan over their heads. "You've got to get out of the rain."
"Later."
She looked at him, a sympathising look on her face. He didn't see it, as he was too busy looking ahead.
She put the fan to the side, and sat down beside him.
The flame died out, and his clothes dampened.
"Then I'll stay with you," she whispered.
"You don't have to be alone in the rain."
End.