Read some of my first drabbles a few ago, and I decided to create this story to post my own attempts at those lovely little snippets. Will add entries whenever the mood strikes (probably pretty often). Character focus and theme will most likely shift from chapter to chapter. So, review and tell me what you think or how I can improve or who you might like one of these drabbles to focus on and how. :)
Title: Masks
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Tentatively, Sakura touched Kakashi's bare face, waxen and hollow in death.
When a shinobi dies, their secrets die with them.
She would never know how rough his chin felt with its silver-edged stubble, after too many days gone by without a shave.
Or the way his full lips grinned, when his eyes were crinkling in humor.
Or the shade of pink his nose turned if the air was too cold.
For, as the girl sat in silent grief, wishing his hair had been gray from old age.
The man she cried for lay with the face of a stranger.