(Desa's corner:
Hidan: Hey motherfuckers!
Itachi: Hn.
Kakuzu: Shut up, Hidan.
… Where the hell did you three come from? ... Whatever. So, yes, Sasori is drinking coffee, and yes, he's a puppet. Basically, he can eat & drink if he wants to, but only very little, and it's to sustain what remaining organs he has in his body – or at least that's what I'm trying to tell myself. It's a one shot, sue me. XD
He can also feel, and…
Hidan: Go fuck yourself, Itachi, I'm not doing anything for you…
Itachi: Mangekyou Sharingan!
… and this doesn't sound too good. Okay. On with the story before someone gets hurt. Kakuzu, since you aren't busy...
Kakuzu: Desa doesn't own Naruto. She doesn't have enough money.)
Title: Love
Word count: 821
Theme: Valentine's Day
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Love
Sitting on a bench at the park, I let my gaze wander to bypassing strangers. Everyone passing by seems to be smiling, laughing; taunting me. The atmosphere is light as a feather, which only seems to worsen my mood. A brilliant symphony of laughter, chirping birds, and the slight rustling of wind blowing through the trees resonates in my ears. I slowly close my eyes, before tentatively sipping at my heated coffee, willing my muscles to relax. No use in getting so worked up.
Faint footsteps and light chatter reach my ears, from somewhere down the bleak cobblestone path. Opening my eyes slightly as the couple walks past; I notice them heading to a cherry blossom tree not too far away, the bright pink flower buds contrasting with the dark brown wood of the tree. Settling down under the branches, the girl rests in the man's lap, and I scowl. My glare intensifies as I manage to overhear the man ask that one dreaded question. My stares obviously go unnoticed as I see the girl jump up and hug the man tightly, squealing out a loud "Yes, I will!"
Huffing, I tear my gaze away from the pair, and stand up, walking in the opposite direction. I take another sip of my coffee, which has now dropped to a comfortable temperature, as I think to myself.
Yes, today is Valentine's Day. Today also marks the 29th anniversary of the death of my parents.
I despise Valentine's Day.
Everyone runs around, handing out store-bought cards, chocolates, and flowers to others to display their affections. It all seems so artificial, and utterly trivial. Love is merely a pointless lie; relationships are short lived. All of it is a complete waste of time.
Yet people still do it.
Why, do they waste their time in such a bizarre manner? Don't they know that they'll just have their hearts broken in the end?
I close myself off from these things. I refuse to participate in such ridiculous activities. I dedicate myself to my art, and I'm entirely happy with that. I'm obviously more intelligent than those silly people who put so much faith in their 'love.'
Or maybe I'm just afraid. Maybe I simply keep my distance so I don't get hurt again. My parents were the entire world to me, and my grandmother… she constantly lied to me, telling me they'd be back. That they were just on another mission. It was all a lie.
Sometimes I wonder to myself – why haven't I committed suicide yet? It would be the perfect escape route, from the pain. From my grandmother. From myself.
From everyone…
Suddenly, I hear a deep, familiar voice shout out to me, interrupting my thoughts. "OI, DANNA!" I look up.
Oh. That's why.
My ridiculous blond partner. His hair shines so brilliantly - it's almost as if it's a fragment of the sun itself. His right eye, the one not covered by the fringe and the scope, shimmers, happiness clearly swimming in the deep azure orb. He smiles at me as he runs up, with the smile that's reserved for me and me only; with the smile that warms me more than my coffee does. He flings himself at me, almost knocking me on the ground, and my drink promptly drops from my hand, staining the grey path. Oh well. He immediately realizes what he's done, and steps back, his expression changed completely.
"Sorry Danna, un, really, it was an accident!" he insists. A soft smile tugs at my lips as he apologizes, and I assure him it's alright.
Maybe…
"Danna, I made you something, un." He says suddenly, his tone serious for once. He pulls out a small box wrapped up with a bow from the inside of his coat, and hands it to me. As I open it, the small smile adorning my face spreads into a broad, genuine grin. It's a small, heart shaped chocolate, with an intricately designed layer of blue, pink, red, and green frosting covering it. He's completely silent as I look it over, watching me with anticipation. I look up at him, again.
Maybe…
"You made this yourself, brat?" I ask him. He nods vigorously, silently asking me with his lone eye if I like it. "It's impressive." Smiling widely, he embraces me again, being gentle this time as to not repeat the same event that happened previously with my coffee. I tense up, uncomfortable and uncertain in the close proximity, but I decide to relax into the warm arms of my blond partner, and I close my eyes.
Just maybe…
"Happy Valentine's Day, un," I hear him murmur softly – something I usually hate hearing. From him, though, it was entirely different; his words set my heart on fire. I smile as I think to myself. Maybe I CAN be happy this Valentine's Day.
Just maybe, I can learn to love again, with HIS help.
(Desa's corner:
… and Itachi, Mangekyou Sharingan is extremely dangerous and shou- oh. Hi. Yeah. That was the end… I hope it wasn't too rushed. I was just calming these guys down…
Deidara: We're home, un!
… and there's the artist duo now. Okay, well, gotta go. Happy Valentine's Day!)