I know its short, but I did my best to flourish it with what seemed like the right words. XD
She walked. She walked gracefully with the desert wind on her back. She even seemed to glide through the cornfield to the brink of exhaustion. She walked as though there was nowhere to go. She walked, somewhat lost, like a soul devoid of the feelings in this world. She walked, and walked, until she felt the first few flakes of snow.
She knew it was there, felt the heart that was hers, somehow it had to be him, somewhere. She just knew.
A whole year now. Four seasons have passed by over this green lush village he called home. She, herself, wishing it to be hers, with him, and the child that forever she hid…
"Hey," she says nonchalantly.
"Hey," he replies boringly.
They were always like that which is sort of nothing at all, always so nonchalant and seemingly so boring. She fought the tears that threatened to swallow her face, stamping her grief upon that memory procured. Wave upon wave of shudder overcame her for forcing them where they belonged, in her head where she'll keep remembering on and on. She heaved more air in hopes of keeping it down, just down there where no one will ever know. But there should be no more worries, right? It's all in the past now.
It ought to be.
He should be sulking but he couldn't afford it, would never risk it. There was nothing now that could calm his nerves. All his friends' efforts were in vain. Several strands of dark brown hair were on the floor and he can practically pass for rehab. The encounter shook him that much and left him all the emotional pain in this world. Damn. I don't need all this troublesome crap from some troublesome woman. Troublesome lovely woman that he still loved.
And here was the greatest fight of his time against the love of his life. The war forced them apart. And both had to abide. There were good citizens that held much responsibility in the upcoming battles, the best in their own topnotch squads, nonetheless.
They tried hard in the beginning, while still entangled in the wiles of blissful love. But not even their overly careful midnight excursions escaped the nins' ever watchful eyes, and ears. There simply was no way around it. They were destined to fight.
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You have just finished reading my first Shikamaru-Temari story. Please say you liked it, haha, so that I may have a stronger urge to write. Every writer, wanna-be or not, needs inspiration you know. ;p But critics will be accepted as well in hopes of doing better the next time. So far, I did what I can in writing this first chapter(?) or part.
The first few paragraphs as italicized above will fit in somewhere in the future. Just so I have something to aim hitting on. Thanks!!