Title- It Never Happened Differently
By- IchiRamen Girl
Pairing- AsumaKurenai
The Copyright Crap- No, I don't own Naruto, Kishimoto does, and he does a hell uva' good job with it too.
This is just a little oneshot I wrote for the characters that don't get noticed a lot... anywho's R&R, k'? Reviews fuel me!
It Never Happened Differently…
It was worn; had already been used before. The edges of it emanated an odd warmth, yet a dingy smell. That was perceived as the downside of the cigarette; nothing out of the ordinary.
Asuma examined the object in his hand thoroughly.
'Is this what I've been so obsessed with?' he lightly pondered.
He tilted his hand and let it roll over. From there, it had suddenly managed to make its way to the corner of its captor's mouth.
The hand then drifted down to his side; past his scruffy blue beard, and past his green shinobi vest, only to fumble with its nearby pants pocket. Aimlessly, it dug its way around in there, like it was looking for something.
Then; a voice could be heard; the faint yet distinct voice of a woman.
"Still addicted, eh?" it mused.
Without even looking, "… Yeah," he answered. His wavering hand came to a halt. It had become evident to him that the item he had been searching for was not there.
'Now where could it be?' he wondered, flipping open his other pocket. Still, he found nothing.
'… Ah.' It hit him. It had somehow slipped his mind.
He slowly swiveled toward his awaiting companion.
"Hmmm? What?" she purred.
He didn't need to say anything; the look he gave her said it all.
"…" she still failed to oblige. "No; you're not getting it back," she pouted, her nose upturned.
In frustration, Asuma thrust his hand out in front of her. "My lighter."
As if to protect it, she instinctively lowered her hands to her pouch. They stopped there and lay in wait for his next move.
Asuma's hand slowly retreated to scratch the back of his head; he heaved a sigh.
From what he could recall… this happened every day; in the same exact order; the steps never differing. What was a man to do?
Then, without warning, he leapt forward.
In that moment, he had collided with her, his lips smashed against hers. The woman's guard lowered and the brief moment passed.
Asuma found himself walking away, lighter in hand. He brought it up to the pending cigarette and chuckled to himself.
"It happens every single day… you'd think that after a while, she'd learn to pull away from it already…"
And everyday he left behind a dazed, yet satisfied Kurenai. It never happened differently.
"I just don't get women," he finished.
So waht'd ya' think? I came up with this idea where all good ideas come from; in the shower.
Anywhos...
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