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Carry Me Away : Chapter 2
Every once in a while his skin would itch, his mouth would close up, and his head would ache for hours upon hours. He read what an allergy was and knew that this was it, but instead of attributing the allergy to something he ate, or came in contact with he decided he was allergic to his home. So once a month to keep his allergy from overwhelming him he returned to his land. He knew that he could not truly return, but he could at least pretend he was with people who he could speak to without the urge to kill them in the most painful way ever.
The walk was long, but his legs could bear the pain. His heart could not. The trek had turned into a long dream, he remembered times from the academy. He remembered laughing. He dared not remember who he laughed at. If he did. He was sure that he would give up on his true mission in life and would return. He walked up a hill, it was not unusually large, but in some chance of poor planning it had been propped on the side of another hill. It peaked perfectly, well perfect for what he desired. The first time he found that hill he had set up the ideal spot to watch and remember, and feel. Until he got to his spot he would not feel anything.
His eye twitched. He could feel someone around. He was feet away from his spot. His heart started to fade away. It feared that its release would not come and that it would be stuck holding in all its pain for yet another month. He took a few steps. His heel landed sharply on a twig. It snapped under his stupidity. In the eagerness to get to his spot he had not been paying attention to what he was doing. He took a few more steps and wanted to run the other way. There was a person in his clearing. Lying in his clearing. Looking completely content in his clearing. There was… He heard the faint hitch in the other's breathing.
'Shikamaru.' He felt too many emotions rising up in him, if he didn't get them under control it would surely do him in. 'What are you…' he started to say before realizing that maybe this was a trap. They had figured out that he came here and were planning on capturing him. He looked in the trees, in the shadows and yet he could not see anything. 'I'm alone.' He couldn't believe that this was happening. 'Why?' He asked. He wanted to know why Shikamaru was out here, why he was lying in his clearing, why he was torturing him by being so close. Home was so close. He sat, his legs would no longer hold himself. They too were confused as to what was happening. This had to be a trap. There was no other explanation. He watched Shikamaru but listened closely for the others who were hiding. Maybe now that he was not looking they would strike. 'I am alone.' The emphasis drove home all the hopes he had. This truly was a piece of home sent to him. He drooped down on his log and a smile slipped onto his face as he thought of all the things he needed so badly. That were now a reach away. The thought of the last time he had seen the boy and sighed. 'Long time.'
He could tell that the others thoughts had drifted to the forbidden person and his mind began to darken. 'True.' The voice was so similar. It was so close. He couldn't help but be filled with sadness. He was so sad. He was too sad. He was so lonely. He was too lonely. He couldn't believe that he had survived so far from his friends. He had learned in the absence that they truly were his friends. He was alone. He looked up at the brown eyes watching him. 'I'm alone.' He said this just to say it. To let the feelings bottled up inside of him out. To say those words. Even though he had been allowed release of his feelings, he never was able so say what he wanted to say so badly. He saw the other watching the clouds. Clouds. His mind drifted to his mission but his heart forced those thoughts away. He would not ruin this chance.
His feet moved and carried him to the empty grass next to the other. He sat close enough to feel the warmth from the other boy. That warmth he had wanted so bad. It was so cold. Everywhere he went now was cold. He closed his eyes as tears began to form. He tried to force them away, but instead they only grew in number. He lifted his head and the tears started to fall. There was nothing he could do to stop the liquid memories from spilling forth. He turned to the other and as soon as his eyes met the other he could not hold back anymore. His body fell into the other's chest. He cried, silently for all that he lost. He cried for the one he missed the most and he cried for all the lost time.
'Hn.' He made a noise when the other moved. He desperately didn't want the only contact he had had in what felt like forever, to leave. He looked up to those brown eyes in front of him. Please stay here forever. He pleaded. His heart threatened to bring tears again, but he held them at bay. His skin shivered from the cold. This cold was not from the night air, but from the cold he held inside himself. He could feel a faint warmth coming from the other boy and wanted more of it. He slowly slipped one of his sleeves off. He slid his arm up to rest against the brunet's face. The heat from the warmth was amazing as if filled his arm. He looked to the boy and his heart throbbed. He craved for more. He closed his eyes and sighed quietly. 'I don't want to be alone anymore.' He looked up at the boy with his eyes brimming with every emotion in his being.
He was delighted as he saw brown eyes roam from his face. He saw the flicker of a smile and his heart stopped. A smile. It had been so long since he saw a true smile. Everyone around him was so fake. Their smile's mere masks to cover their true natures. He had to see more of that smile. He lowered his shoulder and the other side of his sleeve slid down. His hand lingered up the boy's body. He wanted to feel more, but was wary of rejection. His heart melted when he felt the brush of the other's skin as he pressed onto his hand.
There was something in the other boy that raised the hair on the back of his neck. He lowered his hand slowly. He didn't want to separate, but there was part of him that wanted to be touched. He trailed his hand slowly, feeling each rib as he passed them. Rough fabric stopped his hand. He looked to the boy as his hand was pulled up and pressed softly against the boy's lips. He removed the black fabric ruining the sensation of his skin on the brunet's. Words flew from his mouth before he could pull them back. 'I'm so cold on the inside.' He tensed, but relaxed as strong arms pulled him close. It wasn't close enough. He wrapped his arms around the other and pulled him even closer. Their heats intermingled and he could feel himself warming, from the inside out.
He held on as tight as he could. He did not want to go back to being alone just yet. He needed this touch, needed the warmth. He built the memories of this moment and vowed to never forget it. His heart was warm now, the memory kept it aflame. His heart fluttered as the other rested his head on his naked shoulder. The sensation of skin on skin sent his newly defrosted desire into overdrive. He slid his hand up the covered back and ran a thin finger along the brunet hair. He wrapped a few strands of loose hair around his finger. He pulled on the hair slightly and the boy's face rose from his shoulder. He took that opportunity to close the distance between their faces. The taste was everything he thought it would be. He pulled away and licked his lip.
A dangerous look crossed the other's face and he felt the grass roughly rake against the skin on his back. His neck was kissed too many times for his mind to keep track of. He was shocked by the pitiful noise that escaped from his throat. He grabbed a handful of the brown locks. He must have pulled to hard because the other removed himself from his neck. He looked at the brown eyes now studying him. He smiled as slick lips pressed against his tentatively. He reached for the other's over shirt, but was stopped by a single gloved hand. 'Don't.' He looked up to the brown eyes and something in them made him pull his hand away. He craned his neck and gently kissed the lips above him. There was something different about how the other moved. He frowned and pushed the brunet lightly. They sat up and brown eyes watched the ground as black stared as the sullen face before him. 'Sorry.' He whispered. His heart throbbed. This was something he had never felt before. A tear escaped his emotion-filled eyes. A gentle touch erased the tear. He watched as that finger was slipped between barely open lips. He moved forward, as if in a trance. Another smile graced the brunets face. A heartbeat and they had changed positions. He was now looking down through his pitch black hair at the boy. He leant down and brushed his lips against the other's.
A snap of a twig and his eyes went searching. He felt the other slide from beneath him. He felt the other's presence. The other jumped straight up into the trees surrounding their clearing. He followed. They landed on branches right next to each other. 'Thank you.' He whispered. He touched those lips he cared for so intensely once more. He felt a soft hand pull his neck closer. Their foreheads touched and he could feel the unspoken promise sit in the air. He heard the person coming nearer and as they released from their promise he jumped to another tree. He looked back once and saw his home in all its glory, and he was not sad. A warmth he had not felt in too long a time had returned to his soul. He started his long trek back and smiled. Perfect.
A/N: I hoped you liked my little attempt. If not. I'm sorry. Reviews are VERY welcome! and needed!