Sorry for the delay, been super busy, but here's a shorter chapter just bringing in a bit on context =0)
Believe me it's building up to a very eventful next few chapters!
Thanks for reading and honestly any feedback greatly appreciated.
As the months passed he would come into her room once every week and just lay in her cocoon world with her. Locked in the darkness they would share stories of their past, hopes for the future, and just anything on their mind. He spoke about his old team back in his village how one of them begged him to stay when he left and the other hasn't given up on trying to get him back. She could hear his voice grow lighter as he talked about them, any time he spoke about them she could almost feel him smile without seeing it, then hear his heart sink when he'd say he couldn't go back. Once she tried to persuade him he could always go back, telling him he sounded loved and cared for there but he just got angry, left then didn't come back for two weeks. Scared she'd push him away for good she didn't try again. These visits were the only thing keeping her going. She told him about her old village, how her mother died, how her father became drunk with power and abused the villagers, then when she tried to help them he would lock her in her room for days, even weeks. She talked about the source of her families' power and how she'd lay in the meadow's surrounding her village and watch the butterflies fluttering in the skies above her for hours, feel the grass tickle her skin, the breeze in her hair and the sun – the glorious sun – on her face. He could hear her sadness at being in the darkness, could see it too. Every time they emerged into the light he could see her skin get greyer and her eyes get more dull every week. Her hair was becoming more limp and her already thin frame was getting thinner. He'd tried bringing her more food but she just said she wasn't hungry he knew what she really needed but it was the one thing he couldn't get her - sunlight.
But in the darkness with him, she found it not wanting to end. Between his visits she had been working on finding a way out, sending out small butterflies for recon but none of them ever came back, and after so long she didn't have energy to just run and fight her way out.
Also she didn't want to leave him behind.
She found herself looking forward to his visits, counting down until he should be back again then getting upset when it was too long. Wanting to be locked away in the darkness with him, laying next to him... Since he started opening up she felt close to him, he was a totally different person to the one she first met. She knew his dark side too, she'd witnessed it when he first took her. She saw the devastation outside the window, heard the screams of the innocent and felt the anger when they battled. It was that which was leaving her so confused. She'd heard only the brief details he wanted to give about his missions, trying to shield the worst of the details from her, but she knew there was more to it than he said. She'd heard the rumours about Orochimaru even from her village but never thought he'd actually exist, and anyone that set up camp with him wasn't going to be innocent. Whatever happened she felt drawn to him now and knew she it was getting harder to tear herself away