Title: Silent Night
Author: Dobbygrl
Word Count: 357
A/N: This will be the first of many drabbles to come. I'll be using this piece as a way to relax and just share my thoughts on the warriors of Naruto universe. I hope you can enjoy! First with a prelude to set the theme, then onto the main course!
From ancient Japan to the frontiers of the Wild West
Existed a type of person who was renowned for his ferocity
And skill in fighting.
He was also feared and respected for his resourcefulness
And ingenuity.
He would frequently overcome great odds and accomplish
the tasks of four men.
He exhibited personal qualities that were envied by even his
Greatest adversaries.
This person was the WARRIOR.
The Warrior was revered for his single-mindedness of purpose
And commitment to excellence.
Mastery and dedication were his trademarks.
He would endure great hardships to attain his goals and
Accomplish his mission.
However, the Warrior always put his achievements within
A larger framework.
The Warrior also exhibited wholeness of living, that at first glance,
seemed so surprising for one so committed to duty
and purpose.
The Warrior placed a great emphasis on advancing his culture,
His family, his art, his spiritual pursuits, and his daily rituals.
The Warrior aimed at achieving a state of completeness from which
He could contribute to a greater whole.
The ancient Warrior was purposeful, resourceful and even noble.
In many ways, the Warrior was an example of the highest levels
of mastery and completeness that could be achieved by the
human species.
~Kubistant (1988)
There was a great chasm that separated them. On each side they could see each other, hear each other, and feel each other, unfortunately, they could not reach each other. Arms hung down limply at his side and he just looked. He wanted with all of his being to understand the man in front of him. This was his best friend so why was it so difficult. Why was being with and near him so damn hard? Why was being apart from him even harder?
The other stood quietly staring with arms, imitating unconsciously, limp at his side. There was nothing left inside of him but pain and wrath. He hurt so damn much. He wanted to understand the man across from him so strongly. He could not express his longings in any acceptably normal way. He was too broken.
The moon cast an unearthly glow across the great waters below. The hills and mountains in the distance were painted with the moonlight reflection from the water, baring the only illumination to guide the two men to each other.
A sigh escaped each simultaneously. Though they struggled to understand one another, they were more unified then any normal bond. Each wanted to lift their arms, to make a move towards the other, but their legs were like lead. It was as if a chain had been snapped around their ankles holding them still. Each could not move and was bound and locked in each other's gaze.
Bright yellow eyes did not falter in the connection with deep blood red. There was no longer any distance separating them. They stood before each other and stared. One didn't want him to leave. The other saw no other option. One step at the same time, then two as they passed each other that quiet night. Eye's caught in a snare never looking away until there were no eyes left to see.
Their backs were presented together. Both had a slight hold on their weapons. Both sighed again, together one last time, and in the blink of an eye leaves falling were the only disturbance as evidence anyone was ever there.