Shikamaru x Kagome
The sun beamed down relentlessly, driven away only every now and then by the lazily drifting puffs of cloud that grazed the sky above. The grass whistled quietly, stirred by the wind that shook the nearby tree in its endless quest.
Her hand reaching out, she imagined herself taking hold of his warm hand. Holding it, as she made certain that she had laced her fingers tight with his. That the single, quiet, passion filled movement drew his attention. And, his attention upon her, he turned a silent, hidden smile toward her.
A sigh escaping her lungs, she shut her eyes tight and held onto the image for a moment longer. Then, finding nothing for her hand to grasp onto, she finally drew the appendage back toward her body. A tiny fist formed near her heart, feeling it ache within her chest for the man that she loved.
"Be okay," she whispered. "Please, be okay…"
His unit had gone missing nearly two weeks ago. Not a trace of them found.
But, despite all the whispers and pitied glances, she refused to believe that he had allowed himself to be taken from her so easily. Not when his dream was finally being recognized. Not when he had a wife and children waiting for him. Not when—not when…
Another sigh forming, she gazed upon the sky a little more. He was probably cloud gazing like always, in all his lazy glory, and pondering upon the quickest way to come back to her. He was probably looking at the same sky she was. He was probably—
She stopped the train of thought, knowing it would only make her start to disbelieve again. So, rolling on her side in the grass, she curled upon herself, whispering, "Please, please, come home soon, Shikamaru."