This is my first story that I actually had the guts to put into writing. Be gentle with me. I guess I'm just so damn lazy to actually write the little things that come into my head. I digress. Here's my shot at a Naruto fanfiction. Yay for me!
Disclaimer: Proper citations should be noted. The materials used for the making of this story are credited to their respective owners. Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto, and the song Fast Car by Tracy Chapman (and whoever her production agency is). This is not a songfic. Just saying.
FAST CAR
Prologue
All is silent as the chilly air whispers its song into the trees. Soft promises of perpetual solace spread across the leaves, slowly creeping its way to its destination. Accompanying the soft melody is the full silver moon reaching her peak; unhurriedly preparing herself for her descent into the horizons. The enchanting beauty of the moon's light, visible on the black canvas of the night sky, cascades onto a long and winding mountain range that seemingly stretches into eternity. Awakened by the moons caress, the mountain reveals its man-made treasure. A meandering road leading to a clump of bright lights signalling a pseudo paradise for two individuals who've gone astray along life's course.
The air carrying the soft melody is left unheard by these two souls as the hum of the speeding black vehicle holding the weary travellers overpowers the tune. Endless black irises stray from the seemingly infinite road and places its attention onto a resting form showing signs of its gradual stirrings. The set of charcoal eyes catches a glimpse of dull blue ones even after the moon grants the latter her otherworldly glow. As eyes resembling the moon's canvas try to refocus its attention forward, the passenger jerks harshly, recalling the previously wavering attention back to the steadily growing excitable form.
The City.
Blue eyes stay intent on the bright lights exuding from the metropolis. The passenger hurriedly opens his window and stretches his head out; letting the chilly night air flow across his hair and enter the confines of their vehicle. Finally, the song filled with soft promise reaches the ears of its desired audience . Reassuming his previous position, the passenger fixes himself on his seat although barely able to contain his mirth. The glow of the moon blends in with the city lights and bathes both figures with its offered comfort. A set of blue slowly direct themselves onto a set of dark ones and glitter with evident delight. Losing track of their journey and their destination, onyx eyes fall deep into the spell of shimmering blue...
No
Cornflower eyes.