I know I haven't been around in a while...:) Well, I've been wanting to write this story for the longest. It's a bit 'angsty' and right about now, it is only a one-shot, unless the bunnies keep hopping and flopping.
Enjoy!
The grass was cool and damp beneath her bare foot, and for a moment she considered discarding her shoe.
She quickly rid herself of the thought. One shoe was better than none.
Cold wind gusted past her, the steam and mist of her quickening breath flying with it. It reminded her of tea, good and scolding hot, steam rising from the pot to fill the room with the fresh and sweet aroma of winter's citrus. The memories of the warmth made the cold even colder, and caused her to stop and slump against a tree.
She stared at the grey sky and hugged herself tightly. She could not stop running. She quickly scrambled to her feet, thin, bony fingers sweeping across her swollen belly.
The wind blew harder now, frosted dew flying from every angle. She paused to cover her head, only to stop longer and listen.
The sound of horse hooves beating against the dirt path. They seemed to match the beating of her heart...the risk of it bursting from her chest growing with every second.
The air grew rigid and her body warm. Her shoe flew from her foot as she stormed through the grassy clearing.
There was a shout, and then the wobbling sound of a bow string, the whistle of an arrow as it flew pass her ear.
More shouts.
She grimaced as her feet hit the cold gravel, and cried out when the cold waters of the lake engulfed them.
An arrow skimmed her shoulder.
Behind her she heard the unmistakeable sounds of horses galloping into the water. A light snow began to fall, the water reached her hips.
She could hear them. It was almost as if they were on top of her. Water of their splashing hitting her in the back.
Deeper. Deeper...
There was an arrow in her arm, but she felt nothing. The air grew colder and she found it harder to move.
She ducked her head and dodged an arrow, before breaking out into a swim. The water was too deep for the horses now.
There were more shouts, muffled by the water of the lake.
A splash, and she knew he was after her.
Legs and arms began to tire, but she moved forward, the shore growing closer with each stroke. The arrows swam beside her now, like swimming snakes, shooting on the sides, some coming a bit too close for comfort and others far off. She kicked harder and did not risk going up for air. Best they did not know where she was.
When she finally emerged from the water, her chest heaved, her body shook, teeth clattered, and hair stuck to her face. She looked to the other side of the lake through falling snowflakes.
He sat on his black stallion, a blanket thrown over his shoulders, and his black hair just as unruly as hers.
Uchiha Sasuke was only human.
Her lips quivered heavily as more wind blew, her adrenaline levels dwindling. The arrow wound in her arm began to pulse, and with it the cut in her foot.
She began to turn as another arrow flew pass her. Her heart jumped into her throat and she spun to see angry eyes of obsidian staring into hers.
Before she knew it she was running again.