Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
She feels the thrum sometimes.
The little kernels of power that echo through the bond, threatening to choke her and makes the blood thunder in her veins. It is all-consuming, all-knowing and there are days where she sits, frozen, at the window, her nails clawing at her dainty neck. It beats inside of her, ready to call her when they need.
She has always been theirs.
They are so close she wants to drown in them.
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