Clouds
Laying around, watching clouds, his left arm behind his head, his right laid across his chest. The soft white balls of fluff floating against the blue sky. It always managed to bring calm and serenity to his mind.
There he was, lazing about, like always. She stood there, watching, secretly admiring the boy before her. He was a boy, who acted like an old man. Although she hadn't known him long, she felt like they had spent a lifetime together.
He had known she was behind him, suspicious of her silence, yet giving no hint, silently preparing himself for one of her regular attacks, and challenges. As he expected, he heard the soft crunching of grass beneath her feet. What was unexpected was the slow saunter of her pace, instead of her usual charge, or attempt to sneak up behind him.
She didn't know why, but she advanced, not to attack, just moving without thinking. She stopped beside the crybaby nin she had rescued just the other day from that wench with the flute. Seeming as if it were perfectly normal, she casually laid next to the shadow user, setting her large fan on the grass next to her, mimicking his gaze up at the clouds.
Slowly, silently, unknowingly to both, their hands crept towards each other. Their fingers intertwined, as a gentle shock, as if electric, shot through them, sending a flutter through their chests. Neither let go of the other's hand, choosing instead to enjoy the moment.
Not a word passed between the two, as no words were needed. Just the silence they shared in that moment.