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ΓΈ1 - pink ribbon scars that never forget
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These are short, sad little drabbles written with the April prompts from the LJ comm 31 days. Posted on LJ separately.
I don't own Naruto.
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Pink ribbon scars that never forget.
I've tried so hard to cleanse these regrets.
::Today - Smashing Pumpkins
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There was never a revelation when she decided what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. It was always "I'll be like Daddy, of course, 'cept I'll be better."
Ninja was in her blood, they told her, but not in the way that Uchiha or Hyuuga tell their children. With them, you are a ninja comes out a threat, and the little high-class ninja children grow up arrogant and scared.
No, with the Yamanaka, they would state it as a fact and then shrug like everybody knows that. And maybe ignorance was better than paranoia, but what did it matter if no one else knew?
(What happens in the clan stays forever hidden in the clan.)
No one ever told her what it was really like, and now this...life has her in its claws and behind its prison bars that self-manifest through scars that trail like ribbons on her skin.
She feels better when he kisses her, but his clouds can't cover up the sun that exposes the intricate pink lines. (He can't take away the feeling of knives and greedy touches on her skin.)
[he is trapped as well, and smart enough to give up trying]
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