Perfect Fit
She didn't want to get involved. Well, actually she did, not deeply though. Not too much. Not at first. She knew that the life of a shinobi is short and fierce and if she got attached it would hurt tenfold to lose him. He knew what she knew except he thought if he got attached it would hurt twenty-fold but be worth it. Every second of it. They hadn't said a word to each other about thoughts, or feelings, or hopes. She didn't want to. He didn't want to scare her and end up rejected. He was kind of tall for her he mused, but he didn't think it mattered. If she let her mind slip she would measure the height from his feet to his chin with her eyes and felt it matched hers almost exactly. A perfect fit? She wanted to find out. He wanted to touch her and see if he died instantaneously as he thought he would. And then there was that night. In the dark of a back trail through the woods connecting the compounds where he walked each night in hopes to find her and she walked each night in hopes to find him, they found each other, walked gently into each others arms, stepped back, walked forward into her shy embrace and his warm one that made for one loving embrace between the both of them. She breathed in smoke and the scent of his jacket. It was a perfect fit.