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scene four,
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I don't believe in your hate, cause these scars are gonna fade,
so pour me out like water, and soak me up like rain.
~thriving ivory, "runaway"

He didn't know why he looked in the first place. But somehow, he found himself standing still with the forest scenery seeming to shrink in around him and her lying body covered in slimy mud and winding trails of blood, lying motionless, dead. He felt the stares of his team showering over his back as he allowed his eyes to fixate on the gory scene in front of him.

There was a lack of any sound, no soft inhale or exhale, no shifting of the wind through the trees. Just the clearing of the woods for a mile around, a gaping hole claiming the land, ripped through and throughout. The trees held scars and the ground was wet with color, enhanced by the gray sky hanging low across the torn bodies. Gray and red, everything lay still and quiet.

Limbs and distorted faces littered the floor of the forest, turned and flipped and lying haphazardly, appendages backwards and thrown over the landscape. The fallen ninjas' red skin still throbbed with the aftereffects of the most modern soldier pills of the day; their bodies were about four times the size of any regular one's, tearing itself apart under the severe pressure of such a swift transformation.

He'd smelt the pungent stench of blood two miles away, and he regretted following the odor. The swelling of the still corpses gave him the instinct to cringe, so he averted his gaze elsewhere. He ran his systematic, calculating vision over the battleground, and he caught sight of a flicker of light red, so off from the running burgundy color that trickled further down into the forest floor. His eyes halted, stunned by the stained pink shade that met his stare.

And he robotically recognized the shocking, light cherry pink hair spread out on the soiled earth. And he knew it was her, but he couldn't find any expression to satisfy his thoughts because he didn't have any.

Because she didn't fit the picture in any way, and he almost tried ignoring it, but the eye-catching color kept his gaze from moving. He blankly registered the shuffling of feet coming from behind him, but his mind occupied itself with the image of her figure lying on her back, as if she fell backwards from exhaustion, her face turned away towards the opposite side of the clearing, fists still curled, despite broken, bloodied fingers.

He heard the slight opening of one of team mate's mouths. He unclenched his shoulders enough to turn his head, but his eyes caused him to freeze in the motion. His back grew rigid. He watched the slight tick under the right side of her jaw, the contracting of the muscles in her neck as her head turned to face upwards at the sky. Her eyelids lowered, eyelashes dusting the tops of her cheekbones, and she let her head loll to the side. Her bright, shocking pink hair fell over some of her face. Smeared blood covered the top of her forehead and made a trail on one side of her hairline, but startling green eyes stared through him with intensity, almost pulsing with the hypnotic beating of her heart.

And the bright green of her eyes even overshadowed the bright pink of her hair so much he felt himself daze for a moment. She stared at him with a mirage of countless thoughts and emotions. Or none at all; it was one of the two, at least. Either one, he didn't know what she was thinking, and it scared him somewhat, because he'd never dealt with change well and maybe finding her not so weak anymore and not so emotional anymore was too much for the scenery already, so he did what he always did and postponed what he knew he'd eventually have to face.

So he left. Without any thank you's or any I love you's because it really wasn't the time, and because he still couldn't think up any words from the startling green-eyed gaze fogging up his thoughts.

Fear

Because he'd never, ever admit it, but all he knew was revenge and hate, and maybe he just wasn't quite ready to know anything more.

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