Poppycock

by: AndreahTreole

Drabble Fifty: Perfectly (175)

Pairing: None. Shikamaru-centric

Warning: Wee! I've reached the big five-o, isn't that fantastic? On another note, you guys are going to KILL me… Character death… You, uh, know what that means… Lots of Shika-kun fans are going to murder me… But, hey, not all missions end in victory, right?

Shinobi Set: 4 of 8: Shikamaru

His fingers were chilled in the winter air, and, with the lack of clothing, he had nowhere to hide the ice-like digits. A wind tore through the small shack he rested in, and dark orbs closed to shield themselves from the frigid element. Sleek, black hair pulled up and away from his face, twisted and swirled in movement.

His foot twitched, acknowledging that its owner was starting to drift off. And, as the wind died down, lazy eyes reopened.

His wounds bled sluggishly, but, with the sheer numbers of the shallow cuts, he knew that it wouldn't take long for him to black out from the blood loss.

In hindsight, he knew this plan wasn't going to work.

He always knew.

Such a gift, and a curse, to be…

…Whatever he was.

Once again, his foot jerked, his nervous system not partaking to the fatigue.

But, regardless, his eyes slid shut, and his breath crystallized in the air.

Maybe, just maybe, his team would find him…

He was found in spring, perfectly preserved.

Perfectly him.