Chapter Title: Cave
Word Count: 657
Author's Note: Hey there. Today's word is cave and I hope you enojoy this little drabble!
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xi. cave.
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She travels swiftly across the dirt floor of the large forest, all the while trying to make sure that she leaves her surroundings as undisturbed as possible, and every time her tall, black boots snap on twig into two halves or stir a small mound of pebbles on the ground, a wince crosses her usually soft features due to the loud sound the action it emits.
There are many precautions she's taken to come this far.
First, she had to go to Tsunade and ask permission from her shishou so that she could have the day off to leave the village to go in search for certain herbs that Konoha couldn't offer for one of her patients. It's a huge lie, but she has some medical plants in her pack that rests on her shoulders so that she can back up the fib just in case she needs to. She's also certain that she's not being followed by anyone which she's made sure of through continually peeking back over her shoulder to check, and to avoid any people, she's steered clear of all paths that receives regular traffic.
Still, despite all that, her heart pounds away quickly in her chest from panic that's built up during her last hour of journeying, and her guilty conscience constantly pricks at the back of her mind no matter how much she tries to ignore it, being a steady reminder that what she's doing is completely wrong.
Slowly, she comes to a halt in front of a dark cave that rests in the mountain side wall, and her breath escapes out in fast puffs as she stares into the dark opening of it which almost looks like a huge, hungry mouth that wants to devour her entirely.
A icy, bitter wind blows harshly against her red cheeks, sending her hair whipping around her oval-shaped face and a shiver up her spine though the coldness that fills her to the brim isn't entirely from that single gust. Some of it is because of the knowing that runs through her veins that he's somewhere in there, currently waiting for her.
If she closes her eyes, she can picture perfectly what he's probably doing right now.
His hands are maybe shoved into the pockets of his pants or resting at his sides as he leans back against one of the high walls of the cave. There also most certainly is a scowl on his face thanks to the fact that she is currently running late for their little meeting and he's made it clear to her before that tardiness is something that he doesn't quite approve of.
Her tongue darts out nervously across her dry lips as she tries to wet them slightly and she has to clench her hands into fists at her sides to keep them from trembling.
She doesn't have to do this if she doesn't want to. She has the choice to turn and leave right now if that's what she wishes, but still, her body doesn't move to carry out that action. Deep down, she understands that theses get-togethers she shares with him are something she craves all month and they've become a sort of addiction that she's yet to kick so instead of leaving, she takes a deep breath before starting towards the opening of the cave which she disappears in as the darkness swallows her whole.