Koharu
[I've hit a road block in ideas… Well, shoot.]
What is there to do when all you can see before you is a never ending scenery of white canvas, spreading out into the horizon that seems nonexistent? When you attempt to hold up your hands and you discover that your limb has disappeared? What type of reaction are you supposed to depict when put under such strange circumstances that appear not plausible to science?
There is not much I can elucidate about how I felt about this odd scenario.
Beyond me there was only white…Pure white that seemed illuminated by sunlight that came without a source. Even as I scanned about the grounds there was no sign of a foundation for this light.
Everything was intolerably bright and unrealistic so I began to query myself for answers, for maybe I had fallen dead of blood loss or the hand that had stretched out towards me had banished my soul from my body and set it free. But no, it seemed unrealistic that I, one so hopeless in the world, be targeted by a hand that appeared so gentle.
If I were dead, that earnest hand would not have been the one to finish me off.
So where could I be situated?
"Hello…?" A voice so gentle and almost familiar spoke within the very subconscious of my mind. In hopes of finding the source of this voice I whipped around with eyes slightly opened in shock.
"Sasuke-?" I began to ask yet was forced to falter as there was nothing there to assure me this was my Uchiha, only the blank stretch across forever. However, that voice had sounded so much like him that I was having a hard time believing that it was not him. Maybe I was just losing my sense of mind and I was finally feeling the worst of my loss of Sasuke deep within where I did not know this type of pain lay.
"Hello there…?"
There the voice was again speaking louder in my head as though it were now trying to yell through my brain to awaken me from whatever eccentric landscape I had been sent to. No, it was not just a voice, that was most definitely Sasuke's voice…I could not have mistaken his voice for anything else in the world, and this most certainly was it.
But then again, it was absurd to believe anything of the such.
There were only two logical ideas that could come to mind, and those would be that I was finally snapping loose and losing what sanity I had or that I was under a drugged influence. Neither one did I find welcome.
"Miss…? Please wake up… Your baby is crying…What do I do with her?" The feeble voice asked again, once more gaining my attention, yet this time I was a lot more aware of what was going on. "Wake up." I was asleep. That was all.
"What are you an idiot?"
My eyes opened up by a fraction of a centimeter when I felt a breath on the back of my neck, a pair of lips so very close to my skin that even though it was a dream I felt as though it should not be one. Arms came from behind and held me warmly against another human body that even I, though skeptic, could feel it was as real as a body could get.
"Wake up, cat, do you think you can afford to be wasting time?"
I bit my lip hesitantly before slowly turning around to confirm my fear.
Ah, what a harsh dream I had been tossed into, one where the very positive image of my Uchiha lay within the depths of my mind and had come out to torment one so weak. There he was, no doubt about it, that same pale skinned, cold eyed Sasuke Uchiha who looked no different from the day we parted, now standing here in this dream holding me tightly and telling me to wake up.
More demonic it was then the very soul that was captive within my body this dream decided to be. Having my one weakness come to me in my time of sudden strength to knock me down once more, holding me in such a comforting way yet at the same time telling me to wake up and part with him again.
"Don't look at me like that," Sasuke grouched, his hands gracing across my stomach, "You're a bloody mess. Go clean up."
I blinked at what strange words he had muttered, but when I looked down I indeed saw my garments stained with blood that did not appear to be mine. The blood now covered the once entirely white room, eerily trickling down the walls and coming at a pool by my feet.
"…You…Are not real…" I noted sadly, reaching my hand up to caress his icy cheek in the way I enjoyed doing when he was truly there.
"Hn," Sasuke turned his nose up at me, separating my touch from his skin abruptly, "Obviously."
"So what are you?" I questioned softly as I leaned my head on his shoulder, satin white hair dropping down on his person.
"Don't ask such a stupid question," The Uchiha image rolled his eyes arrogantly, "Just wake up, you aren't anything pleasant to see."
As Sasuke spoke he gradually faded, becoming transparent and suddenly untouchable. Because of my inability to show much emotions I could only reach my hand out at his fading form, mouth slightly gaped open, "Sasuke—" but as I pleaded I could see that I as well was fading out and the blood everywhere was turning a dark black.
My vision dotted completely black before a jolt ran through my body.
I sat up with eyes wide open in shock at being brought awake so quickly. It was easy to see that I was forced awake only by my own will of not wanting to leave Sasuke slowly. If it were to be done, it had to be done quickly, however that was pushed somewhere back into my mind as I took in the strange new location I was in.
These blood caked clothes were still on my body but as far as I could see I was in no immediate danger. My surroundings seemed to pose no threat. In fact it looked no more than merely somebody's home with its wooded walls and comfortably red carpeted floors in which I was lain on. Of course there was a sheet underneath me which prevented the now dried blood from seeping into the rugs, but nevertheless I was on the ground. There were a few decently sized windows that were implanted into the wooden walls along with a single couch and a desk that was almost empty. It was a cute little room, I must admit.
While scanning about the room it was difficult to miss the person sitting directly to my left, legs folded neatly underneath him as he cradled a baby in his arms. His light green hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail, but there were still two long braids on either end coming from behind bangs that dropped beside his face. As much as I could see from down here he had gentle blue eyes that were staring nervously into the bundle of blankets he cradled.
"Oh-You're awake!" The male sighed as though the weight of the world was just lifted from his shoulders and a smile soon graced his rather young face, "How are you feeling?"
I stared at him blankly, not at all giving a response.
His smile became a little more awkward but it was still rather kind, "…Is that good or bad?"
I continued to stare insipidly at him with no sign of showing an emotion of acknowledgement.
His eyes squinted shut as he now scratched the back of his head, "Come on you're not giving me much to work with here."
"…Who are you?" I finally asked with a dull edge to my voice, bright blue eyes lain upon him like stones in almost a silent command that he answer.
The green haired boy laughed a bit and opened his own eyes to provide me a warming look, "Well at least you aren't a mute. I'm Koharu, but feel free to call me Ko. And yourself?"
It took me a little while to respond for I was engulfed in staring about the room, but when I did come up with some sort of answer it was not one directly towards his question. In fact it had nothing to do with his question at all.
"Where is Kana?" I inquired, a small frown creasing my lips upon my search for the newborn. My ease was quickly restored as the boy named Koharu held out the bundle of blankets to me with tentive care as though he were handing me a very fragile piece of glass.
"Is Kana her name? She's very cute," Koharu complimented sweetly, his hands dropping into his lap as he passed Kana to my possession. This boy seemed very easy going and not one to be forceful at all. Docile I would say but not childish, "Is she yours?"
I nodded slightly in answer but was more infatuated with checking my child over for any injury she may have acquired during the quarrel. I was pleased to find that there were no indentations on her skin yet all the while I could feel Koharu's eyes locked on me.
"Yasha," I said to ease his curiosity.
Koharu continued to smile at me although I must have looked like a mess, "Well, Yasha, I'm glad to see you're awake. Are you feeling alright?"
Again I provided him a gentle nod and not much else, but thinking back on it, what would there have been to say? Even if I was not alright why would I bring out my weaknesses to a complete stranger?
"Ah…Okay, well, Yasha…Um, if you need anything I'm here. I got you some new clothes but thought you'd like to change into them on your own terms…" Koharu coughed awkwardly, "Any food you want feel free to go through the cabinets if you'd like…"
I tilted my head up at the green haired boy with a questioning gaze, "You…Got me clothes?"
"Oh yeah, I mean I figured with all the blood and dirt, you'd enjoy something new… Besides if you keep dirty blood around a baby that young she might get a disease, and let's face it, she's too adorable to get sick," Koharu grinned and stood up. I could see from down here that he was a lot taller than myself, maybe 5"11 compared to my small height of 5"2, "You like blue and white, right? By your hair and clothes I figured…Anyways, hopefully they fit." And down his hands came as he handed me a neatly folded pile of blue and white cloth.
I took them gratefully, but without showing it. Just as I sat up and began to unfold the garments I heard the door click shut as the boy left the room.
Within moments of his disappearance from my presence I carefully lay Kana down on the white sheets, surprisingly not tainted by the red staining blood, and removed the kimono from my person. It was a wonder that the only marks on me were a couple light bruises on my arms and wrists where I had been man-handled before by Ibiki. The whole rest of my body was untouched, including my stomach which had already begun to turn back into its normal flat skin. I supposed it was a result of Nekomata's healing with the chakra although as it healed it also destroyed.
I dressed quickly and was surprised to see that I did not find the outfit at all unappealing.
It was a light blue robe with sleeves that came down to just above my elbows and wrapped around above my chest, but was strapped at my waist with a white bandage. The bottom half dropped as a long rectangle in front, separate from the dropping rectangle in the back. Underneath it was a white long sleeved shirt that ended at my fingers with small elastics spread out through the sleeve. My pants were simple, white and baggy, that easily tucked into my sandals.
It was suitable, that was apparent, but what surprised me most of all was that somebody whom I knew not would consider the kindness of providing me new attire as well as accommodations.
About an hour later Koharu came in to check on me as I was feeding Kana. Somehow I knew that I had to breast feed the newborn, even though I had never once seen a woman feeding her child nor ever been told what to do. Maybe it was instinctive…Though that did not make up for the uncomforting sensation which accompanied the feeding.
It was lucky that Koharu had the decency to knock before entering, giving me time to remove Kana's tiny lips from my nipple and pull my shirt back into place before the owner entered the room and sat down on the couch next to me.
I spoke before he did, "Where are we?"
"Um…Well the literal answer would be my house…"
"How close to Konoha are we?" I grumbled dully in response, staring at the green haired boy out of the corner of my eye.
"A few miles off… Maybe ten or twenty miles…I'm actually not sure, I've never been to the place," Koharu shrugged politely, "but if you needed to get there it wouldn't be a problem to escort you."
I shook my head slightly, "No that will not be necessary, thank you… "
There was a large gap of silence after Koharu's questioning "You're welcome." In which nobody knew what to say to the other. Ah, but truly, what was there to say? On my behalf, surely, there was nothing more to mention for if there were any question I possessed I could answer it on my own, somehow. However, it was Koharu who had entered the room with hopes of conversing; therefore it was not in my place to create the conversation.
"So…Where are you coming from, Yasha?" Koharu asked as though it were light conversation, his head tilted to the side in questioning.
"I am coming from nowhere," I replied sullenly with the same unchanging monotone voice.
"Er… Well, you must've come from somewhere…" The green haired boy noted awkwardly, but after my lack of response he found it much better to change the subject, "Are you hungry?"
"Hm?" I tilted my head in his direction questioningly, "I suppose not…" Of course my statement was certainly not helped when my stomach emit a low growl which was clearly audible to anybody within the facility; which, to my disdain, included Koharu, who smiled upon being proven correct. To my relief however, it was not a cocky smirk as I was so used to from a certain Uchiha. It was but a sympathetic sweet smile that assured me that it was alright to admit to my hunger.
"Com'mon. What do you like?" Koharu asked with a light friendly tone as he rose from the couch.
In my head I was secretly thinking that I would much enjoy dispatching from this place and going on with my life to start a search for Sasuke, but on the outside I simply shrugged.
At that moment Kana began to cry again and I had to sigh a little bit, "I must feed Kana before I feed myself… If you please," I tilted my head slightly towards the door, implying that it would be in Koharu's best interest to leave the room lest he observe something that no male should.
With an awkward grin, the boy nodded in agreement and retreated from the room with a reminder that if I were to need anything that I could prowl amongst by my own free will.
Once he left I let out a long, exasperated sigh and turned my attention back to the crying infant.
"Hush now, Kana…" I mumbled in barely a whisper as I swept my hand across the tuff that was her midnight black hair, dull blue eyes glazing over with a thin layer of water as I began to allow my thoughts to stray off to the Uchiha.
What if he never came to meet his own child?
What if I went out in search of Sasuke to find he had already been killed?
And what…What would happen when I finally did meet with him once more?
Would the outcome be positive or negative? Would he have grown away from me and want to stay away? Was there any way that I could possibly bring up Kana to him?
"You're overthinking this little Yasha-chan…" The harsh demonic voice of Nekomata broke through my distressed thoughts with its malicious chuckling, "Put it this way…How could you possibly get back what was never yours?"
I bit my lip at the very thought of this.
The two tailed demon sealed away within me may have had a point.
What if Sasuke just never belonged to me?
[Reviews for a confused writer? ^o^
- Ju.]
