Ding! The subtle sound of a kunai clashing against another in its pouch.
Her heart began going into a series of convulsions as panic settled in. Rapid palpitations sounded in her ears, giving her a light-headed feeling as she suddenly placed her fist against her chest as though in an effort to calm her seizuring organ.
"Are you alright?" The man who had accidentally let his weapons clang together knelt in front of her, his red Sharingan eyes showing concern.
"I'm fine." Not fine. The words were barely squeezed from her lungs in an effort to exhale, and then take in oxygen. But she didn't finish the first step. Pressure was building deep within her, spreading downward to the rest of her torso and then up to her neck in a burning sensation.
"Shizuka, breathe." Commanding her. "Please, breathe." Begging her.
"I'll scream." This time little more than a whisper was released, only slightly loosening the constricting element that was a lack of air in her small frame.
"Then do it. Scream. Let it out. I'm here."
Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes, now. Her vision blurred and distorted horridly. The tears fell, and they didn't stop.
A sob escaped her quivering lips and her hand fell to her lap. A shaky breath outward. A gasping breath inward. She sounded as though she had just risen from a pool that she'd kept been under for too long. Another sob. A cry. And then, as Itachi Uchiha pulled her into his arms, a scream.
This was just a short little one-shot thing written during Creative Writing class. My teacher said to write about 'a scream,' and so I did.
"Shizuka" is my rather over-used OC.
I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.