Gravity
By: Fenrin
My new stab at writing. Hope you enjoy.
It was always when she was slipping on her clothes that she didn't smile. It wasn't funny that every time she secured the elastic band on her shorts around her waist that she couldn't help but feel they would be ripped off again. She changed quickly, no matter where she was. At home, in the bathroom…
In a tent in the middle of the Forest of Death was the safest she ever felt when changing.
Anything was better than home.
He had been dead for three years, but why was she still scared of him? As if he was alive…as if he could hurt her again, as he had done every morning before she went to meet her team, when she got home from training, before she could go to bed…
He couldn't anymore. He was dead.
Stupid…"Stupid Kakashi…" She said, taking her anger out on her sensei even though he wasn't there to hear her verbally bashing him.
What was the point of leaving early, before the sun had even risen, if her team leader wasn't going to be there until three hours after the assigned time? He was too predictable. But she still left early…it was habit. She would leave early so she wouldn't have to face him…He would still be passed out on the futon in the other room, to where she could slip out unnoticed if she wasn't too loud.
Oh well, it was a bad habit to leave early, but it wasn't too bad. The worst habit was leaving the house as quiet as if he was still in the room adjoined to hers. As if he was still on the futon with a half empty sake bottle in his hand…
She jumped when she heard a crash behind her. Her legs froze, her arms automatically clutched her chest just below her throat, and her green eyes closed in anticipation…
She didn't dare reach for her kunai pouch. He wouldn't allow that of her. He was a trained shinobi, even when drunk he was skilled. The only time she had reached for her kunai pouch…she had…
He was dead. And it had been a broom that she had knocked over. That was what had made her jump.
Sakura let out a breathe of air and reprimanded herself for being so foolish. She picked up the broom, picked up an apple, and opened the door quietly, closing it even more silently behind her.
