Yuki KIKI: No, no, it's fine! I didn't mean to snap. Thank you very very much for sticking with it--and putting it on your faves! I love you! ((glomp))
These Memories:
A Series About Friendship and Forgetfulness
: Before all things / I had a name / I think it left me long ago / Why can't I remember/ Today I have another chance / to step out / I will not rest / until I know / what it all means / I will not give in / until I have you back / where you belong / I will not stop / because this is who I am / Maybe in time / these memories will fade away :
I Will Not Rest
While caution may save your life, it may take another's.
These Memories; Part VII
He was alive.
Shikamaru was alive.
"He was so thin!" Ino repeated, in shock, "I could almost count his ribs!"
"Yes, and he obviously wasn't in much better condition than those others with him." Asuma frowned, chewing on his cigarette.
"What did they do to him!" Chouji was frowning, too. "One second he's all fine—" (Or as fine as fine could be given the apparent circumstances.) "—and the next there's blue electricity snapping all over him and he's bleeding and—" And he's on the ground screaming, his mind finished. He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"We have to rescue him!" Ino cut in determinedly.
"Not just yet." Asuma held up his hand for peace as his students protested loudly. "I didn't like the look of things anymore than you, but we must return to Konoha and report this situation to the Hokage. The group of kids he was chained to—it looked far too much like a group of slaves being led to auction to me."
"Slaves!" exclaimed Chouji.
"Auction!" exclaimed Ino.
Asuma nodded gravely. "The sooner we get back to report the sooner we can help Shikamaru. This may be out of our league." He looked at both of them firmly.
"We will not rest until we get our teammate back."