A/N: My reflection on a Shinobi's life, quite crappy, I might add. Please review!

Disclaimer:I don't own Naruto


He watched her out of the corner of his life. Not meeting his gaze, she fastened the weapon pouch on her waist. Once again, for what seemed hundredth time, she made sure everything's ready.

Surprisingly, it was him who broke the silence. Apparently, he couldn't stand it anymore.

„How long you'll be gone?"

„I don't know."

Such answers were really common in ninja's life. Their lives were uncertain. The thin thread could be cut any moment, in most unsusceptible time.

His brown eyes turned worried, unsure and a little...confused. Usually, the most probably date of return was given.

Never mind it was always wrong. Assignments rarely went as planned. But at least, it gave hope.

The worst was the wait...the future of your beloved, still unsure...

At least you had hope.

„It's our life." She answers his silent question, leaving the statement to hung in the air.

„It's a curse." He corrects, watching her step out in the chilly air.

The door closed after her with a quiet sound.


A/N: I was listening to 'Sadness and sorrow' while writing this one. Naruto OST is great and I love that track. I think I'm gonna download the whole CDs.