Part 8: Sky Eyes
(Dedicated with lots of love to Watermelon Gal! For her wonderful and amazing support and reviews)
The only light that shone into the room came from the small cracks at the edge of the blind. He didn't need much light anyway, it was almost second nature now, his dark clothing was always sitting, folded, in the corner of the closet for easy access on nights like this one. Another thoughtful little gesture that he wished didn't have to exist.
Weariness settled into him as he pulled on the worn shirt, adjusting it around his waist he thought absently it was about time to get a new one. Kneeling on the floor he stuck one foot out and pulled on the soft-soled boot then switching legs he pulled on the other one. He had managed to make even dressing into an art, his fastest time yet was thirty seconds and that had been under extreme pressure. Later his lover had joked that every time he wanted to wake him up he should just have Sakura walk in on them in the most inopportune moment. He still didn't find that funny.
A brief smile passed over his lips and soon was banished from his face, it was too depressing to smile at anything. Standing back up he purposely stood with his back facing the bed as his slender fingers fumbled for the clasp on his dark cloak. The dark material swirled around his slim body in a protective motion as he finally closed the little latch hook and picked up the white mask that was lying on the bedside table.
He gazed down at the mask, his fingers playing over the smooth grooves in the flawless white porcelain. This represented half of him, it was protection, it was hatred, and it was power. It had been a question that had been gnawing at him for some time; did he even need this anymore? It lost all the pleasure it once had, it was now a just a job, he would rather be a Jounin, and then maybe he could take on a few students. But those were thoughts for another time; right now there was something more important to be dealt with.
It was too soon, his thoughts were racing together, slamming into one another as they all tried to get his attention at once. He ignored them partially; all he really wanted to do was curl back up in bed with the man and never have to leave again. To be with his blond -haired beauty was all he really wanted out of life anymore, everything, the fighting, the pain, even the will to live, took a backseat to him. To see one smile was to him to finally see the world in all it's wonderful glory.
But soon all he would have for a time was memories as wonderful as they were they weren't him, they didn't hold all the light, all the love that could be held in his eyes. Turning back around he let himself gaze upon the silently sleeping man; one hand came up to gently brush the few blonde hairs that rested delicately on the unmarred forehead.
His kitsune simply glowed in the moonlight, there simply was no word to explain the beauty he embodied simply laying there unaware of all around him. Lost in a world of star filled dreams and peace unknown to the likes of this reality, he was a simple child that would gaze with wonder at smallest miracle and rejoice in the happiness it would eventually bring.
This was harder than he thought it would be, he suddenly found a deep- rooted anxiety in leaving this, leaving him. A cloud of fear rose up in his mind, enshrouding his common sense for the merest second. What if he came back and he wasn't here? Or what if he didn't come back to him. There was always that fear, that nagging doubt at the back of any shinobi's mind. What if the world you worked so hard to protect wasn't something you were supposed to live in?
Shaking his head he quickly banished that thought to the back of his mind, it was no good dwelling in those misleading worlds. Now was the time to simply look, feel, and remember all he could until the next time they would see each other. Whether it be two months or two years he had to believe that his love would always be waiting for him, if he didn't he simply wouldn't have the strength to fight for anything.
Fingers weaved there way into the golden silk for one last time and he brought his lips to his sleeping lover's. It was so soft that it didn't even stir the man and the dark-haired shinobi brought his nose up to the hair, filling his mind with the orange blossom scent that seemed to follow him everywhere. He could get drunk simply off of that smell alone, anything could, if he let it.
Delicate blue eyes, that haunted his mind, the wide gaze that stared into every part of his mind. He could see something in his soul, something that made him stay. His eyes could be compared to the flowers, to the sky on a clear day; he had the sun reflecting in every part of his eyes. This was his love, this was his life and he was going to have to leave it behind.
Tearing himself away from the figure he stood above him and carefully placed the mask over his delicate features. His hands grasped the edges of his hood and he pulled it over his head, effectively cutting off anything that would distinguish him from his comrades. Steeling his mind he refused to look at the kitsune as he silently walked out of the room and through the house.
Duty was a fickle mistress; it tugged at the heart of men and commanded them to do things they normally wouldn't think about attempting. It could be good in certain situations but this was not one of them. At least to his childish and whining mind it wasn't, it wasn't fair but he had learned long ago that fair didn't mean right or correct. It simply was what it was and he had to do what he said he would.
Stepping out the front door, he dared to look back one more time at the silent, picturesque home. His true mind and heart rested in that place, in the hands of a sleeping man and he had faith that they would be safe until he could be back again. So with courage that he didn't want to have he turned his back and shut the door behind him.
"Good-bye my Sky eyes"
::End::
*Shriek* It's done! I'm sad but really, really surprised that I actually finished a multi- chapter story! YAY! I'm so revved up! Only the epilogue, which could go so many ways *torturous smile* Hehehe, maybe I should stretch my angst muscles before I start on the next chapter of my new story...*Giggles* No worries I said this was going to be a happy, waffy story, because let's face it those boy's NEVER get a break...Man I feel so nice today...
Blair: I know I'm a bit frightened
*SCREAM* BLAIR! My angst muse! *grins* Must...Write...Torture ^_~
To all my reviewers' thanks for your wonderful love and support, it's truly been so much appreciated! I hope ya'll enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
(Dedicated with lots of love to Watermelon Gal! For her wonderful and amazing support and reviews)
The only light that shone into the room came from the small cracks at the edge of the blind. He didn't need much light anyway, it was almost second nature now, his dark clothing was always sitting, folded, in the corner of the closet for easy access on nights like this one. Another thoughtful little gesture that he wished didn't have to exist.
Weariness settled into him as he pulled on the worn shirt, adjusting it around his waist he thought absently it was about time to get a new one. Kneeling on the floor he stuck one foot out and pulled on the soft-soled boot then switching legs he pulled on the other one. He had managed to make even dressing into an art, his fastest time yet was thirty seconds and that had been under extreme pressure. Later his lover had joked that every time he wanted to wake him up he should just have Sakura walk in on them in the most inopportune moment. He still didn't find that funny.
A brief smile passed over his lips and soon was banished from his face, it was too depressing to smile at anything. Standing back up he purposely stood with his back facing the bed as his slender fingers fumbled for the clasp on his dark cloak. The dark material swirled around his slim body in a protective motion as he finally closed the little latch hook and picked up the white mask that was lying on the bedside table.
He gazed down at the mask, his fingers playing over the smooth grooves in the flawless white porcelain. This represented half of him, it was protection, it was hatred, and it was power. It had been a question that had been gnawing at him for some time; did he even need this anymore? It lost all the pleasure it once had, it was now a just a job, he would rather be a Jounin, and then maybe he could take on a few students. But those were thoughts for another time; right now there was something more important to be dealt with.
It was too soon, his thoughts were racing together, slamming into one another as they all tried to get his attention at once. He ignored them partially; all he really wanted to do was curl back up in bed with the man and never have to leave again. To be with his blond -haired beauty was all he really wanted out of life anymore, everything, the fighting, the pain, even the will to live, took a backseat to him. To see one smile was to him to finally see the world in all it's wonderful glory.
But soon all he would have for a time was memories as wonderful as they were they weren't him, they didn't hold all the light, all the love that could be held in his eyes. Turning back around he let himself gaze upon the silently sleeping man; one hand came up to gently brush the few blonde hairs that rested delicately on the unmarred forehead.
His kitsune simply glowed in the moonlight, there simply was no word to explain the beauty he embodied simply laying there unaware of all around him. Lost in a world of star filled dreams and peace unknown to the likes of this reality, he was a simple child that would gaze with wonder at smallest miracle and rejoice in the happiness it would eventually bring.
This was harder than he thought it would be, he suddenly found a deep- rooted anxiety in leaving this, leaving him. A cloud of fear rose up in his mind, enshrouding his common sense for the merest second. What if he came back and he wasn't here? Or what if he didn't come back to him. There was always that fear, that nagging doubt at the back of any shinobi's mind. What if the world you worked so hard to protect wasn't something you were supposed to live in?
Shaking his head he quickly banished that thought to the back of his mind, it was no good dwelling in those misleading worlds. Now was the time to simply look, feel, and remember all he could until the next time they would see each other. Whether it be two months or two years he had to believe that his love would always be waiting for him, if he didn't he simply wouldn't have the strength to fight for anything.
Fingers weaved there way into the golden silk for one last time and he brought his lips to his sleeping lover's. It was so soft that it didn't even stir the man and the dark-haired shinobi brought his nose up to the hair, filling his mind with the orange blossom scent that seemed to follow him everywhere. He could get drunk simply off of that smell alone, anything could, if he let it.
Delicate blue eyes, that haunted his mind, the wide gaze that stared into every part of his mind. He could see something in his soul, something that made him stay. His eyes could be compared to the flowers, to the sky on a clear day; he had the sun reflecting in every part of his eyes. This was his love, this was his life and he was going to have to leave it behind.
Tearing himself away from the figure he stood above him and carefully placed the mask over his delicate features. His hands grasped the edges of his hood and he pulled it over his head, effectively cutting off anything that would distinguish him from his comrades. Steeling his mind he refused to look at the kitsune as he silently walked out of the room and through the house.
Duty was a fickle mistress; it tugged at the heart of men and commanded them to do things they normally wouldn't think about attempting. It could be good in certain situations but this was not one of them. At least to his childish and whining mind it wasn't, it wasn't fair but he had learned long ago that fair didn't mean right or correct. It simply was what it was and he had to do what he said he would.
Stepping out the front door, he dared to look back one more time at the silent, picturesque home. His true mind and heart rested in that place, in the hands of a sleeping man and he had faith that they would be safe until he could be back again. So with courage that he didn't want to have he turned his back and shut the door behind him.
"Good-bye my Sky eyes"
::End::
*Shriek* It's done! I'm sad but really, really surprised that I actually finished a multi- chapter story! YAY! I'm so revved up! Only the epilogue, which could go so many ways *torturous smile* Hehehe, maybe I should stretch my angst muscles before I start on the next chapter of my new story...*Giggles* No worries I said this was going to be a happy, waffy story, because let's face it those boy's NEVER get a break...Man I feel so nice today...
Blair: I know I'm a bit frightened
*SCREAM* BLAIR! My angst muse! *grins* Must...Write...Torture ^_~
To all my reviewers' thanks for your wonderful love and support, it's truly been so much appreciated! I hope ya'll enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.