Note from the Author: NaruSaku. A pairing I do not write as a general rule, just because I'm a NaruSasu whore. Although, in all reality, Naruto and Sakura wouldn't be all "Angst" if Sasuke hadn't left them to fend for themselves for lovin' (although in my version of Naruto reality, Sakura didn't get any anyway). It's another I-already-submitted-this-but-I'm-awesome-so-I'm-adding-it-to-this-story fic. And my computer just alerted me that "NaruSaku" is not a word. The correction it gave me? "NaruSasu." I love my life.
I disclaim Naruto and "Miss Murder." For the record, new emo-hardcore AFI needs to die.
Lotus Aia: If you write GaaShika … I don't know what I'll do. I'll cry. Maybe not. I'll bake you a virtual cake.You know – I'm a roly-poly kinda girl myself. I never kill them. I freak out when I even find them dead, actually. And I always let them out of my house and whatnot if I see them. Actually "Roly-Poly" wasn't originally a fan fic – just a random bit of prose I wrote – the "I" actually being me - where it was like, "Gee. This fits Hinata. Why does my life suck so much that I can't write prose without thinking of FF dot net?"
Naash: Thank you. I live for different approaches.
Book-manga-freak: Aw, you're sweet. :gives you a hug: I'm surprised at the amount of people unfamiliar with GaaHina, because it seems to be a huge pairing on FF dot net.
Comfort
The stars that mystify - he left them all behind, and now his children cry. He left us all...behind.
It had begun gently. Fingers stroking arms, running through hair, tangling with other fingers.
Gently. Soft touches, and lingering hugs, lips brushing skin.
Gently. That first wide-eyed embarrassed connection of mouths. And then it was rough. They comforted each other with their bodies, hiding their pain in a physical love, wanting to fill the empty of loneliness with anything tangible, anything they could pull against them and hold onto.
She clung to him as a shoulder to cry on, and he clung to her as a hand to hold. They were just children, alone and closed but for each other, drawing strength from each other that they didn't know they had.
They had stopped crying long ago, and had become mute when not together. They had lost their ability to be honestly happy, and he didn't smile much anymore, and she didn't speak much anymore, but they were able to fool themselves into being able to play pretend, when they were together.
Their sense of loss would have been unbearable but for the love they thought they felt for each other, and the empty place beside them filled a little when they walked with their arms around each other's waists.
Her friends saw them and smiled. She was quieter, but seemed so content.
His friends saw them and grimaced. He was quieter, and he was pretending to be content.
Sooner or later, they would realize that pretending wasn't working; sooner or later, their lives would become separate and distanced. But for now, they were content to fool themselves into thinking they were happy.
What's the rift that twists within this furthest mystery? I would gladly bet my life upon it, at the cost of love, your ray of light will fizzle out without hope. When the empty sand just flowing through our empty skin, ever searching for what we were promised, reaching for the golden ring we never let go, they won't ever let us lay our filthy hands upon it.