Note from the Author: Another older one. When I was going through a phase where I was RPing as Hinata a lot, and in my community, there somehow ended up a GaaraHin pairing. This actually ripped me away from my obsession with SasuNaru for a while.
Inukitsy: I think this is one of those "stories" that will never end. Like, every time I write a one-shot, it'll just be added on to this. I'm glad you like Candy. I was iffy about submitting that to FF dot net in the first place, so I'm glad people enjoy it.
Porny: I like when people snuggle my fics. I also like new reviewers. :gives you some cookies and a hug:
Wings of a Butterfly
Heaven ablaze in our eyes, we're standing still in time.
She had always struck him as fragile and skittish, like a butterfly. He felt that if he moved too quickly in her direction, she'd fly away, but if he approached slowly, and if he was careful, she may let him take her carefully by the wings so that he may examine her beauty.
She wasn't afraid of death, he knew (In the way she fought, she seemed to welcome the possibility), but she did fear people – anyone who could hurt her. She avoided contact carefully, her heart so fragmented her eyes – the intriguing color of opal – were hollow with her pain.
So he moved cautiously. He was far from gentle, but he tried to be for her, as not to crush her wings, so to speak. She avoided his touch, but also seemed to beg for it, needing to feel loved, and he, in return, needing to love somebody.
He saw her sitting alone that day, on the dock, overlooking the water. He slid down the bank to sit beside her, and by this point, she was used to his presence. They sat, not speaking – she stared at the water; he gazed at her.
She moved. He flinched – expecting her to slap him, to push him away, to call him a monster – expecting something anybody would do, and everyone he knew had done.
But she just brushed her fingers along his hairline, nails skimming lightly over his pale skin. She whispered, "It's okay to let go" and he had a feeling she was telling herself more than him. They stared into each other's eyes – blue against moonstone – searching for what they were looking for and finding it.
Unsurely, he leaned toward her, settling his head into the crook of her neck, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers stroking his shoulder blades and her cheek against his hair.
He realized after a moment that she had given him her wings.
With a smile, he closed his eyes and whispered, breath against her neck; "I promise I won't break them."
Show them your love.