Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto...damn
OK, so this is my first ever story and I would appreciate ANY comments/ reviews that you can manage...I don't care if you flame me or not! Constructive criticism is most definitely welcome though!
Please enjoy!
Crystalline tears flew wayward as their owner whizzed through tall, leafy green trees; dodging and ducking at the appropriate moments to avoid a potential collision. The owner of said tears was too emotionally unstable to even notice that the aforementioned salty substance even graced her porcelain features; she was too distraught.
The woman finally landed in a clearing and collapsed, her muscles felt hot and over used; she had been running for hours it seemed. Normally in situations like this, she would be tough and wait her initial feelings out as to not disrupt her daily routine or cause any unneeded worry or stress in her counterparts. This, however, was most definitely not a normal situation and therefore most definitely did not receive the normal generic treatment.
She had lost a patient, and yes this did tend to happen frequently in the facility she happened to work at, since it was a hospital, but this wasn't a normal patient. It was her mother, and she was just beyond the point of healing even for someone of the young woman's skill and stature. Knowing that did not take away from the pain though, and who would expect it to?
The woman had been laying there for a while, her long rosette hair splayed about in the most untidy of fashions, but who really cared? No one was here to see her in her current state of depression anyway. She was brought out of her inner reveling when her keen ears picked up on the sound of the crunching of leaves; someone or something was here!
The girl looked up and now dull pools of emerald were revealed, as she got into a battle stance. How could she have been so stupid?! She didn't know where the fuck she was and to top it off, she was almost out of chakra!
Her body tensed up as the sound of cracking undergrowth drew nearer, but soon relaxed as the object of her distress was revealed as Akamaru, Kiba's loyal Nin dog.
The still young and once small puppy had grown immensely in the last few years, but was still recognizable to the young woman by the distinct markings that adorned his ears.
Said Nin dog whined at the evidence of the girl's distress and was coaxed further until the female's arms were securely wrapped and buried in the sea of crème colored fur the now huge dog possessed.
As the rosette's head hit the soft, forest smelling, fur the dam that had managed to hold in her ocean of tears for a couple of minutes overflowed, and she ended up sobbing into the seemingly gentle dog's coat.
Unbeknownst to her though, the master and loving owner of said dog was watching this interaction of woman and dog with sympathy and understanding. He had also lost a parent, although he was at a much younger age than the woman, 'Sakura, I'm sorry'
