Chapter 7;; Just Me and My Shadow;; When I Looked Into Your Eyes
AU;; -teehee- So, a little bit of fluff, a little bit of sweetness. We should just title this story "Fluff"! Y'know…cause it's so sweet? So anyways…here we go, pack your bags, because we're going to take a ride of the "Feels Bus"! The feels on the bus go round and round…round and round…round and round…-Love, Nova =).
"If I were a cloud, you'd be a cloud, floating there beside me…carefree… you wouldn't have to worry about anything…" I laughed dryly. I knew with the life of a ninja came no time of piece. We were all training to kill and fight, to be shinobi and kunoichi, all to do the same old ritual. I for one, was a rank ahead of everyone else, being a Chunin, being the only one promoted to the roll. No one expected it, given they just considered me a lazy-slack off, but there was obviously potential in me somewhere.
"No w-worries…?" her voice held disbelief, a bit of grief tinged her voice, and I could almost feel her frustration.
"Yeah…as clouds, all you do is stroll around the Earth and look over everyone else, and rain, washing everything bad away…" I mumbled, lost in thought.
And yet again, she shifted, sitting up a bit, a tad bit shaky, but she had a bit of confidence in her eyes, though it was only a tinge, given the rest was drowning in the reality that we lived in a screwed up and cold world that never rests to stop blood shed.
The way she moved, the way her pale, insipid jade eyes traced the twitching of the side of my lip, the way she scanned my eyes for traces of anything and everything, her hair lightly falling over her eyes, though the rest of her hair that fell a bit away from the start of her neck from her head was peach fuzz, leaving her hair short to signify that her feelings didn't belong to Sasuke. I felt a warm hand brush against my cheek, and it eventually lay there firmly, though also tenderly. Face shifting closer to mine, we were hardly breath lengths away from one another's eyes, one another's lips. Our eyes met in a deadlock, picking into each other's gawk, almost as if we stared into each other's soul.
"How a-about…we pretend f-for maybe a f-few m-minutes….even s-seconds…that w-we're c-clouds…and t-that w-we have p-peace." It was a drawing whisper, kindling a light in my heart that had long vanished. Love.
Our lips met.
So all she wants is peace and prosperity…so she wants tranquility almost as much as I do?
The heat that emitted from her lips was warm and welcoming. The kiss was chaste, gentle, tender…loving. After a moments thought, my lips united with her, to share mutual feeling. Her lips were sugary and sweet, a familiar taste similar to honey, though I knew mine were tainted tart, coppery, from blood, sweat, and tears that were drawn from a day's worth of fighting and pain, my lips were cold, shaky, frail, the complete opposite of the sensation of hers'.
Though, the easy essence was short lived. After what seemed like hours, though it had been only a minutes worth of time, we both released each other from the lip-lock. Gazing into each other's eyes, it seemed as if we both got lost within the depths of which were what used to be. Happiness was once there. Peace was once there. Tranquility lost, somewhere so far that it cannot be returned. Now we live the lives of ninja, bathed in blood, the will to fight, and the need to kill. Kill to defend the people that we love. Fight to protect a village that hold the lives of clan's that have lived here for generations, and for many generations to come. We didn't even know what it was like to feel anything anymore. We are trained to be killing machines, or females can be trained to be medics to heal those who get injured on the field, and occasionally mail-nin and cook-nin, who would deliver and cook for hungry ninjas. Everything that the village was focused on revolved around a stronghold, and our line of defense. They call it "The Will of Fire", to want to protect the people of the village, to make sure that their life is okay. But why should we need that? Why does everything have to revolve around death, destruction, and chaos? Is it to make us stronger? Is it to make us better? What does this do? Ninjas aren't supposed to love, aren't supposed to have emotions, they aren't supposed to feel anything when someone is lost or a team member dies. They are supposed to be droned out of everything. They are supposed to not care. But is that really how everything should work? Should this be the way that we have to live? When will everything get better?
"S-Shikamaru?" stuttered the little raven haired female quietly, one of her fingers, most likely her index finger, was circling an oval on the side of my neck, comforting, but also trying to get my attention. I suppose I had gotten too lost in thought to say anything. When I blinked though and saw a clearer view of what was happening, I could see the budding of tears that were starting in her eyes. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I hoped for the tear that I knew would slide out not to come. As the first tear slid down her cheek, I could almost feel her sadness and agony. Lifting my arm, I drew it around her back and brought her close so I could "hug" her with one of my arms. Cuddling her closely, I nosed her hair, breathing in her saccharine scent.
"Hush now…Hinata, what's wrong?" I questioned thoughtfully, my voice twined with my cutting concern the concentrated solely on the midnight blue haired female.
"S-Shikamaru…l-let's f-face it…t-there will b-be a day…w-when you're g-going to d-die…and I-I'm going to be a-alone in the u-universe…but e-everyone will tell m-me that it's m-my fault…b-because I fell in l-love with a n-ninja…and n-ninjas aren't s-supposed to have f-feelings…" murmured the little girl between sobs, her words being choked on each time they tried to slide gracefully out. She did have a point, and I really couldn't argue with that. It was true. Ninjas were warned not to take on a husband or wife and have a family without knowing the consequences of doing so. Ninjas died. They died all the time. And it was easier than others though. Ninjas could die easy deaths, quick blows, one slice, anything could happen. Death was inevitable when you lived the life of an assassin.
"Hinata, listen to me. Death is inevitable, as is change. You have to take risks in life. And if I have to, I'll take a risk by being with you." I murmured lightly, though there was something that tainted my tone. Was it guilt? Was it grief? No. It was fear. I didn't want to lose her.
"Shikamaru…j-just d-drop it. Let's not t-talk about it, o-okay?" it surprised me. She sounded almost vigorous, demanding, not wanting to discuss all the death, all of the loss that us ninjas suffered out on the field and in the village.
"Yeah, I'll drop it." Sighing, I then lightly brushed the rough of my thumb against her cheek before saying, "We should probably get Asuma-sensei and the others back in here before they start to worry or suspect anything."
I groaned hoarsely and buoyantly poked her plush raven hair, before trying to get myself to sit up. Murmuring a few curses beneath my breath, I began to achingly sit up, my spine tingling in pain as it moved upwards from its dormant area. Pushing the weightless being off of my chest, I rested my chin on my knees as they met my face. Sight becoming blurry, I croaked, mumbling beneath a sigh. Unsteadily getting up from my spot on the bed, I lethargically made my way towards the door. The cold wooden floors creaked a bit as I began to stumble. Though, finally making it to the door, I placed my hand firmly on the handle.
"W-wait!" I turned my head to look at the jasmine eyed beauty, "Yes, m'love?"
"There's something I should t-tell y-you…" Quirking an eyebrow the slightest bit, I replied, "Yes, anything love."
"There's just…something I should have told you…when I l-looked into y-your eyes."
