Cold & Broken Hallelujah
A Shikamaru x OC
I do not own any of the Naruto Characters.
The photograph wobbled between staying on the side table and falling to the floor where it'd shatter. Inside the glass was a photograph that the owner had since she was fourteen years old, the last time she had lived in the Land of the Leaf, the last time she had seen all of her friends.
After being captured during a raid, held captive, and tortured the past five years the brunette ninja was finally returning home. She was going to see her uncle, the one person who had taken care of her before the raid, her aunt who raised her more than her uncle ever did, and of course all of her friends.
I wonder if they'd even be at the docks, if they'd recognize me after five years.
The thought passed through her mind, her eyes continuing to watch the photograph wobble before moving her hand to move it back onto the side table. She couldn't let it break, not after five years of hiding it away from the ones who captured her.
Even if it was only a photograph, it had gotten her through the abuse, the hardship, and the secret training she'd put herself through along with the other captured ninjas.
As her eyes moved across the photograph, the brunette attempted to remember their names. Some came easier than others, and then there were the select few that she just couldn't remember, whether or not they had been names that she had blocked out because of questioning. But the girl couldn't remember who they were.
Why can't I remember their names? Their faces are so familiar…
Sighing, she decided to give her mind a rest and slid into her bed before turning off the lights and turned onto her side. But as she attempted to think of other things, happy things that normally helped her get to sleep the photograph cut into her mind. There was one person whose face stood out from all the rest, even the ones she couldn't remember and that was her longtime friend Shikamaru.
He had been on a mission while the raid was going on, she was gone before he ever returned, breaking her promise to him about being there for when he returned. Guilt rose up within her, it was the one thing she thought constantly about while sat in the cell she had lived in for five years.
Will he forgive me?
The thought passed through her mind before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.