Title: Night
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: None… really. Neji-centric
Rating: PG
Word Count: 111 (…kewl, man)
Summary/Description: At night, the old scars burn.
Warning/Spoilers: None.
A/N: Huh. I wrote a drabble. o.o
Dedication: For dear Sintari-san, on her birthday. Enjoy your day, old woman. :-)
Disclaimer: Hah!
At night, the old scars burn, and colour is wrought to a million faded memories.
Battles fought under a waxing moon, the world moving in a sluggish grey outside the realm of the Hakke Rokujyuuyon Shou, within which he is moving at incredible speeds. Blood splattered upon weaponry and skin that bear gruesome witness to the havoc that war can wreak. Wounds and lesions that never scab, never heal.
At night, the memories surface like the jaws of a monster cresting the top of a sapphire-blue sea, angling to swallow him whole. But, there is always her warm body pressing flush against him, her hand clasping his, and making him forget.
A/N: Who's the mystery lady? Whoever you want her to be, I suppose.