Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: The path to becoming unbroken is long and hard.
Unbroken
I've been watching your world from afar
I've been trying to be where you are
I've been secretly falling apart,
Unseen.
In rainy days, I remember. When I was twelve, every small action seemed greatly significant.
I was walking home from the grocery shop when I spotted you. You were just a small boy then. I also spotted a tiny creature beside your crouched form. It was a black cat, frail and drenched from the rain, vulnerable to everything. You carefully set your black umbrella down, and once the cat had a small make-shift shelter, you pulled your hood over and walked away into the rain.
You were a giving boy.
I set down my own pink umbrella for the cat and switched with your black one. I remember running after you then, running to give back your umbrella. You would've caught a cold otherwise.
You turned, and upon seeing me under your umbrella, you frowned. You never snatched the umbrella from me, nor did you accept it when I handed it to you. Instead, you glared at me and whispered most disapprovingly,
"How could you, Sakura?"
You walked away, but your question rooted my feet to the ground. It took me a few minutes before I realized that you had misunderstood me. Of course, I was holding your umbrella, and you didn't know my own was sheltering the small cat in your place.
When the frozen spell lifted, I ran back to where the cat was, so I could switch back my umbrella with yours, wanting to get rid of your clawing accusation. When I got there though, the black cat was gone, and only my bright pink umbrella stood in its place.
That pink was the only colour in that grey, monotonous scene.
Notes: Lyrics of "Strange and Beautiful" by Aqualung. The gloomy weather is my inspiration.
