Breathe In the Rain
Broken
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but I do own Kumo Dokusatsu, Keo Soma and Rio Soma
I get most of my ideas through just typing with music playing, my hands just flow.
So that is why the music, so you understand where the strong emotions come from.
=And thank you SnowStorm752, and Kurokaze of the dark winds for reviewing = ) *Imaginary cookie is given!*
Ohh!
I need more random words for Kumo to scream when scared, put one or two at the bottom of your review, I'd love to have help.
Song: Broken
Artist: Lifehouse
Kumo laid in her bed, tears streaking her cheeks as she tossed this way and that.
"Why?" She continued to mumble to herself.
She was running.
Toward a voice, toward an emotion, Kumo was running.
She flopped to the other side, sweat beating from her forehead, mixing with the tears.
Naruto screamed for her, grabbing at her hand only to instantly go into flame.
"NARUTO!"
Kumo sat up straight, shivering and panting for breath.
Her eyes couldn't be wider, as her breaths became ragged.
Clenching, and letting go of the sheets, Kumo checked to make sure each and every muscle worked.
It was just a dream.
It was just a dream.
Kumo closed her eyes and shook her head but the images still burned her eyes.
The screamed claimed her ears like nails down a chalkboard.
"No... please" She whimpered, putting her head in her lap and curling into a ball.
Suddenly arms went around her shoulders and the blanket was pulled from her toes to around her shoulders and those of the person holding her.
"Breathing helps" The voice whispered in her ear, breathing into it.
Warming her skin at the touch of the warm, spicey breath and blowing her hair gently.
Kumo let it down when she slept.
Her long straids laid against her back and over her shoulders.
Now, as Kumo leaned back against the dark stranger absent mindedly, she sat with her knees to her chest but her head against the soft shoulder.
"I'm falling apart... Barely breathing... broken heart still beating... where is the healing...where is the healing the Hokage promised me?" Kumo mumbled.
"He told you this would heal you?" The voice mocked.
"He said that if I left, I would no longer be feared, no one who bully me any more for the curse I brought down on them... I would no longer be a monster" Kumo whispered, closing her eyes and let her breath shutter.
"Monster?" the voice whispered, pulling her closer, putting his arms around her knees and holding her warmly and tightly.
"Kumo Dokusatsu... A poisoning Cloud! Who names their child that! My mother and father left me in the rain outside the Hokage's office with a note saying name this child this!" Kumo began to cry, her voice choking on the words.
"Breathe" the voice reminded her.
Kumo took a deep breath before opening her eyes and focusing on the blue walls that looked as if the moon shone on water and that was where she lived now.
In the ocean of her own misery.
The walls shimmered with a delicate darkness that soothed her to the point the tears slowed to a small, steady flow.
"I was prophesized to be the end to the leaf village; that I have a demon that will unleash itself on the leaf village upon my 13th birthday. I think its horse dookie!" Kumo growled.
The voice chuckled.
"What an adult vocabulary you have"
"It makes it easier to cope with the hard things in life... being a child I mean" Kumo whispered.
She had completely forgotten it was a stranger holding her.
Kumo closed her eyes and leaned back against the soft chest of the stranger.
Letting her legs slide down, she fell asleep to the soft breathing of the dark stranger.
That was until a loud, plus obnoxious, alarm woke her up.
"COWS!" Kumo screamed, flopping out of bed and rolling to her feet.
Throwing the alarm against the wall, Kumo glared at it before registering it was a simple thing and wasn't going to hurt her.
"Ooops" she laughed, rubbing the back of her head before looking to the bed.
"He was there, he had to be!" Kumo whispered, putting her hand on the bed but the only trace of warmth was left when she fell from the bed.
The pillows were back to normal, the blanket was tucked around her, and her windows were closed.
Kumo knew she was tucked in because the blanket went with her when she flopped from the bed, like a cocoon.
The only trace of evidence was that she was tucked in and a small pile of sand on her hard wood floor.
"Okay... some one is messing with me" Kumo growled, pulling on a pair of clean jeans, a clean white tank-top and her rainbow netting.
But Kumo couldn't shake the softness that the man left on her.
The warmth of his arms around her...
Kumo shook her head and walked from the room, holding herself, not even noticing the eyes watching her from the dark corner of her room that soon disappeared in a whoosh of sand.
Kumo sat at the table, 9 o'clock.
Smiling around, she noticed she was the only one there.
"Phony, he said he was up at 8:30" Kumo laughed, leaning on the table.
"I am"
"COWS!" Kumo screamed, falling from her chair and looking up to Gaara who was walking out from the hall and into the dinning room.
His hair was wet and finger brushed back with clean black pants on and a fish-net over his chest.
Now that... wasn't fair.
Kumo was a child but that didn't mean she didn't look at men.
And Gaara wasn't a child either, he had a fair pair of abs, and good arms.
But the fact his skin tone was just the right pale with golden tones, his bright crimson hair that had small water droplets in it, and him showing off his chest, was just to hard not to stare at.
"Ohh... Um... Sorry" Kumo whispered, picking herself up and sitting in her chair, staring at anything but him.
"Hungry?"
"OGALO" (ooo-gaa-loooooo) a made up word that just escaped from Kumo's mouth as someone's hands just appeared on her shoulders.
"What?" the chef asked.
"Yes! Hungry" Kumo stated, closing her eyes and trying to calm her heart rate.
As the chef left, Kumo closed her eyes and took deep breaths.
"You're just jumpy" Gaara mocked, sitting down across from her and studying her.
Kumo could feel his eyes on her while hers were downcast.
"BACON!" Kumo went wide eyed and rigid as a plate appeared in front of her.
"So much for this place being good for my health, I'll have a heart attack by the end of the day"
"Being on your feet is good, keeps you thinking"
Kumo looked to Kankuro who laughed at her as he joined her.
"Grease and heart attacks go together, The guy at Ichi Raku always would say" Kumo joked, stuffing a large piece in her mouth, completely not noticing Gaara had left.
"Wow, what's Ichi Raku"
"The ramen stand" Kumo mewed through her bacon as she chewed happily.
Then it was silent,
But not awkward silent,
For the air was filled with munches and crunches from the two of them at different directions of the table.
