Title: A Single Butterfly
Rating: G
Pairing: Sorta, kinda, Shikamaru/Chouji if you look at it right.
POV: First person Shikamaru!
Disclaimer: Stop telling me to draw faster, I told you a thousand times that I don't own Naruto!
Notes: The first sentence came to me one day, and I was dying to use it in some kind of story. Took more than a dozen tries before I finally figured out where it belonged.
A Single Butterfly
The sky above is an empty blue. It's bright almost to excess, a vibrant color that most people would say shouldn't be stirring up feelings like this. But I suppose that's why they call it "feeling blue," because when you look up at that cloudless sky, you're looking into infinity, and infinity defies understanding.
The trees are bragging about their green hues, once again something too vivid to be true. Nothing green ever lasts for long, as the seasons change, or youth fades to age--or blinks out before its time.
A single butterfly flapping its wings can change the course of winds halfway across the world.
There's need for haste, if we're to complete our mission. There's need for cunning, for strength, and for the bonds that tie us together to withstand whatever is being thrown at us. To leave one behind is to believe fully in his ability to overcome the obstacle in his path and rejoin the group. There is no time for doubt.
A single butterfly, defying the green, defying the blue, flies past almost lazily. I cannot help but stop in the middle of this rushing to watch it as it comes up from behind. Briefly, I wonder how that fight is going. You're much stronger than they give you credit for.
A single butterfly can change someone's life forever.