Drops of Rain
Drops of Rain
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Reverbrating off of the darkened pavement. A tall brunette shinobi, hair tied in a high ponytail, standing at the beginning of the road. He wonders why he is here.
A Hail of Rain
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Pounding on the darkened pavement.
A tall blonde Kunoichi; hair tied up in four ponytails, defying the gravity that keeps her where she is, standing at the end of the road.
The Rain picks up its pace, slamming down on the two figures that face each other. Their forehead protectors show two symbols.
One of leaf and one of sand.
He doesn't understand why he is there.
The other is the reason he is.
The Kunoichi takes her hiate-ite from her head, allowing the loose curls to turn at odd angles and holds the platter in her right hand.
She wants this to be off the record...
Nothing to do with where she is from. The rain is washing away the tears dripping down her face. It is hard to tell if she really is crying. It was rare for her to show such emotion.
The Shinobi takes his hiate-ite from his head and holds it in his hand, the rain pounding on his pale skin, hair matting to his face. It is hard to tell what emotion he is feeling. It is a mixture.
Like he's not sure what to feel.
"You came," she whispers, heated in the dark, eyes on the puddles forming at her feet but slowly rising to his face. He is almost almost surprised. This woman. The essence of troublesome, the very thing that he loaths can make him melt. Her white dress sticks to her skin and the red flowers she was holding hours ago where left in a pile back at Suna. She holds no weapon.
Like she had left in a hurry.
"I got your letter," he says without needing to. He wouldn't be here if he didn't get the letter. It's a matter of understanding it is the problem. After traveling a day and a half, he admits that he is unsure of what he finds. She understands.
The letter didn't mention anything beyond the neccessary.
"I couldn't do it," she whispers once more, a slight sob she must have been surpressing escapes her. He does not comfort her because he knows she does not want to be. He stays standing a fair distance away, and that space is filled with all the things left unsaid. He chances a step closer and as he expects, she takes one back.
He doesn't step closer again.
Pounding Rain
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"What stopped you?" he asks, genuinly curious. She had her mind made up only a month ago. Nothing could change her mind.
Not even his pleading.
She takes a moment before answering, hoping her voice is not as shaky as it sounds to herself.
"I want to take you up on the propisition you had for me a month ago.. if you would keep your word....your promise."
Drops of Rain
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He smiles for the first time since he received the letter three days ago. Does she really need to ask. Anything, to free her from the chains that bind her to her own word. The very thing that binds her to her home.
"Of course."
She doesn't need reassurance; He is a man of his word.
That is why she runs towards him, the space of things left unsaid finally filled with a single embrace. She'll have a lot of explaining to do when she finally goes home. But she will explain everything to them as Nara Temari.
Not as Kamizuru Temari.
~Fin~