A/N: SHIZUNExANKO. CRACK. Cause I can.
Short, drabblish, kind of angsty. I found Shizune and Anko quite similar in appearance, and thought it'd be interesting to pair them together. That's when the plot bunnies started ravaging my mind. As always, r&r and ENJOY! ~
Juxtaposition
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She's running away the last time they meet. Panicked eyes, head turning amidst the rustling leaves. She's like a squirrel, scuttling eagerly to and fro, hiding, always hiding.
Run.
It's Shizune who finds her first.
"Anko." Black eyes meet pupil-less violet irises in a mental lockdown of who will give way first. Shizune doesn't waver, though, and this time it's Anko who breaks, Anko who drops her gaze to the ground.
"You're leaving to find him, aren't you?" it's a statement.
You've loved him all along.
Anko doesn't reply. She doesn't need to, but it's her eyes that give it away, its her eyes that say something else.
It cannot be helped.
They fight. It's a duel of minds and reflexes, and of strength and intellect. The two are well-matched, versed, locked in a physical battle that signifies difference.
Shizune is unprepared, however, when they lock gazes. She ponders
Time seems to stop
she sees the fury in the other woman's eyes change into something else. Something that borders almost feral in its feline quality.
She is on her in a second, nimble hands twisting their way around Shizune's neck.
She is sworn by loyalty, by duty, and panicks at the thought of dying.
Tsunade-sama.
The tears dripping on her face from the other woman remind her, vaguely, of herself. For the briefest of smiles, she thinks how she resembles her uncle in this situation.
She closes her eyes. Waits.
But Anko cannot do it. She looks down at her, their similarities and their differences.
We are the same.
Her hands have moved of their own accord, and are now cradling Shizune's face, the face that so resembles hers
You and I
Her mouth is upon her in an instant, probing, fast, furious. Shizune responds tentatively. Anko tastes of dango, of danger, of passion. Of pain.
We are the same.
When it's over, they stand equal distance from each other. Each thinks how each other could be their other half.
Could be.
They trace their lips, noses, the corner of their eyes. Cradles her face, runs her hand on her skin, fingers dance through hair.
Anko is silent.
"We are the same." Shizune says.
But still, she leaves.
She flees, now merciless.
It's not his eyes that bother her anymore.
Her voice rings in her mind, reminding her, tormenting her.
"We are the same."
