Fouled Tongue
Prologue
Disclaimer: ohohoho, no. Three words…… Masashi Kishimoto…… :silence: …… Bob.
A/N: I was inspired by Just like Heaven and a fanart. The fanart is by Donella, a brilliant artist in whom I say: WOW each time I see the drawings! Please see her fanart by going into my profile and finding the link.
Pairings: Shikamaru/Tayuya…… or Naruto/Tayuya, not decided yet.
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The clouds lazily floated by, somewhat laughing back at the little beings for being so unfortunate. Being stuck in a world with non-ceasing blood shedding and wars to come…… yet so many lives were taken before it even happened.
The sun which was easily identified as a symbolism for hope even hid behind the white puffs of white darkness, casting shade over the wiped forest in which someone of dying breath lay motionless on the endless grounds of dying tree's. They were slowly starting to wither, as her last breath was becoming thinner.
A soft breeze brushed by the crushed and loose leaves that, one by one, detached themselves from their bond to the tree to fly away freely. Like a lost soul, yearning for freedom, away of this cruel world…… only to land in a soft 'pluck' back on the ground, forgotten forever. The death melody they played when shook to the wind was beautiful to a certain girl whom lay there, listening to the last thing's she'd ever hear before she died.
Another warm breeze brushed against her blood-stained shirt and face, seemingly caressing her, hushing her and telling her it was going to be okay. The red-hair that was once bounded into a tight cap flew freely, swayed to the wind as it picked up. Tayuya, if she could, would've reached for a leaf that had floated by, yet her arms were unmoving and the pain of her lower body was but numbness.
How could it end like this? So quickly…… so undignified…… so……
Easily……
Tayuya coughed as blood slipped from her mouth and slowly dripped down her pale fale to stain the wooden trunk she lay on. If she could talk, she would curse, swear, yell out profanities, yet the agony to even breath stopped her from doing so.
Why her? Why didn't that rat die? Why did people like her, and never the fortunate ones ever die? She had suffered through so much while all that shithead did was lay back and calmly watch his life proceed into calm, and happy events. Tayuya wouldn've showed him hell…… if only that damned whore didn't show up at the last minute, like all hero's had.
Yet…… what she didn't get…… was the fact that Konoha was always considered the good side. Even if they had ways to deal with problems other than violence…… why were they considered so good? She silently let out a sigh. There were so many un-answered questions, so little time.
Sunlight easily pierced through the thick, leave-less forest, latching unto the dark ground it had never been able to reach before, triumphantly smiling down as its new catch and sending its warm powers to bring new life…… from death……
Her eyes stared up at the blue sky that had various blotches of white, until her eyelids slowly got heavier…… and heavier…… closing with but one last image of a figure, bending to pick her up after having removed the heavy tree trunk off her torso…… and until her life energy drained away.
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A/N: It's so short you want to kill me. I know. But the next chapter is yet, going to be long, and cheerful. Teh yay!
Now please review. I'm not sure whether this should be a Shikamaru or a Naruto though. I need votes to square this off before I actually decide who it is.
