I've been meaning to write this for quite some time now, but college kept getting in the way. Wheeeeeee for Christmas break! - Read&&REVIEW please!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Ass Back Home' by Gym Class Heroes. I also do not own Naruto, or any of it's respective characters. They unfortunately belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I DO own Katsu Saito, and all rights to her use ;)
Extending her left leg slowly, Katsuye Saito examined, with noticeable distaste, the formerly smooth, tanned skin of her lower thigh, knee, and calf, now soiled with several brand new scars. She grimaced slightly, she felt more than exposed without her usual bandage-wraps covering the majority of her lower limbs. Leaning against her crutches with a sigh, Katsuye sighed softly; the sharp, yet silent exhale of breath a telltale sign of frustration. What she was frustrated about, however, was much less black and white, even to the young kunoichi. From her position behind the large window of her current abode within the Konohagakure Medical Center, she could all but hear the scene unfolding roughly two to three hundred yards away at the village gates. Pulling herself from her thoughts, her green eyes scanned the group at the gate again, noting that the four ninja had not moved to leave the village; from the looks of the situation, they were still discussing the specifics and stratagems of their current mission.
She knew two of the four as shinobi she'd met and befriended a month or so before, at the start of the chunin exams. Kotetsu and Izumo… at the head of the group, the obvious front-runner was a tanned, well muscled jonin, with a head of black hair and a goatee to match. A cigarette hung from his mouth, and Katsu, in her mind's eye, could almost see the smoke swirling away from the breath of each spoken word. She smiled fondly at the image. Captain Sarutobi. Asuma-sensei… Her gaze fell on the final member of the team, standing at the captain's right hand, and lingered there. Of course he would be assigned to this mission- he was Asuma's favorite, after all. Lazy to a fault, but highly intelligent. A brilliant strategist with a nearly flawless poker-face to match, he was an ideal asset to most any mission. Shikamaru…
Sighing again, more audibly than before, Katsuye slowly dropped her head, allowing the welcomed coolness of the glass to press against her forehead before closing her eyes for a few moments. A curtain of her long, brown hair slipped from behind her shoulders across her fallen face, but she made no move to brush it back; she chose instead to absentmindedly wrap a thin piece repeatedly around a finger. The painkillers she'd been prescribed courtesy of Tsunade-sama, in combination with extensive medical nin-jutsu had dulled the throbbing of the more severe damage in her left leg, reminiscent of the recent chunin exams. Opening her eyes once more, she glanced tentatively back to the team at the gate. What the medicines did not dull was the growing hollow ache in her chest as she observed the group passing beneath the arching gateway and slowly but surely shrinking into the distance, before disappearing into the foliage of the forest completely.
I don't know where you're going…
Or when you're coming home…
I left the keys under the mat to our front door,
For one more chance to hold you close…
"—are you even listening to me? Katsu!" Katsuye jumped slightly, startled from her daze by a concerned, yet familiar voice. "…Katsu?" another voice inquired, softer than the first. She turned towards the voice slowly, meeting the concerned jade-colored eyes of Sakura Haruno and the sympathetic gaze of the blue-eyed blonde, Ino Yamanaka. Sakura's mouth opened, as if to speak, but no sound escaped her parted lips. Sighing, Ino made her way to Katsuye's side. "Lady Tsunade said you're well enough to go home…" The blonde began, gently guiding the brunette away from the window as Sakura nodded in agreement. Smiling gratefully at her friends, Katsuye followed The blonde and pinkette towards the exit, every once in a while joining in on the girlish chatter and giggling that had begun almost immediately between the reunited childhood friends. Passing through the medical center's exit, Katsuye's eyes flicked once more in the direction of the village gates. The direction of the recently departed squad. The direction of Shikamaru Nara.
I don't know where you're going…
Just get your ass back home.