Done because the story wouldn't leave me alone. I like it but once again couldn't finish it quite right. Koujitama means happy events are often accompanied by difficulties and unsullied joy is rare.
My insides all turn to ash
so slow
And blew away as i collpased
so cold
Shikamaru sighed an shifted from foot to foot, uncertain as to what to say. He had never been good with words to being with, and this time wasn't any different. Even with no one to crticize him, he couldn't think of what to say.
A black wind took them away
from sight
And now the darkness over day
that night
"Do you have any idea how troublesome you are? Do you?!? Honestly, what were you thinking?!?" He demanded, throwing his hands up in dispair, before flopping backwards into a nearby chair. The object of his frustration gave no reply.
And the clouds above move closer
looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
Shikamaru groaned and rubbed his forehead ruefully. Of course, the first thing he did was yell at her. Brilliant. Just brilliant. They don't call him a genius for nothing now do they? He cast the girl another glance. "Sorry."
I used to be my own protection
but not now
'Cause my path has lost direction
somehow
"I mean," he began. "How could you have though that was a good idea? Why did using yourself as bait against a group of bloodthirsty shinobi seem like a wise thing to do?" Once again, he recieved no reply.
A black wind took you away
from sight
And now the darkness over day
that night
His mocah gaze trailed across her face. He could hardly recognize her after what the Horse-nin had done. The wounds would heal, thank God, and scarring wasn't very likely, but still...It looked like she had been sent through a wood chipper.
And the clouds above move closer
looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
while they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
"You should've told them where the scroll was, or that i had it! You shouldn't have let them do this too you," he muttered, looking down at his clasped fingers. We didn't want to look at her, to see her lying there all bandaged and weak and dead to those around her.
So now you're gone
and i was wrong
I never knew what it was like
to be alone...
With a resigned sigh he glanced around the room, looking at anything that wasn't her. Hie eyes settled on the clanendar. February fourteenth. Shikamaru felt a pang in his chest. He had always hated today, never being a romantic kind of person. He was always passive, treating like any other day. Sun goes up, sun goes down, nothing particualary special about any day really. She had always loved it.
On a Valentines Day...
He stroed over and gently kissed her forehead, the part of her face that had the least damage.
On a Valentines Day...
"Happy Valentines Day, Ino-chan," he muttered, and winced as he said it. There are times and places when gestures like that should not intrude.
On a Valentines Day...
He turned and left, not wanting to see this anymore. He felt so weak.
On a Valentines Day...
Shikamaru strode down the street, ignoring the snow that gathered at his feet. The snow was cold, but he felt colder.
On a Valentines Day...
He sighed as het sat in bed later, leaning his head agsinst the window. Loneliness ate away at him as he fell asleep, dreaming of better missions, and days when he could once again enjoy seeing Ino's face. When he could bring himself to enjoy it. It wasn't that he wasn't happy, far from it, in fact. He was overjoyed by the fact that she would live, but he couldn't stand seeing her there. Koujitama, he muttered, and rolled over, leaving the world in favor of his own reality.