The Peak
Somewhere between Fire and Clouds
A pair of golden eyes wearily stared out across the mountain side and its gory scene.
The battle had been over for some time now. The air is eerily still, save for the occasional faint whistle of the wind as it cuts through the empty expanse.
The frozen bodies of soldiers were scattered across the ground, their once-vibrant uniforms now stained with blood, faded and muted by the snow. Some lie prone, as if still caught in the moment of death, their limbs stiff in the cold, their faces obscured by a light dusting of snow. Others are barely visible, swallowed by the whiteness- the form of their fall only discernible by the faint, dark outlines beneath the snow.
Soon the heavy snowfall would completely cover the remaining bodies and blood spattering, and things would be as they were once more. Peaceful.
And Yama loved her peace- Would fight for her peace.
Kill for it.
The Raikage knew that and had still sent a small group of Jonin after her- knowing that he was sending that group of men to their deaths.
What a waste; Of their lives and her time.
Closing her eyes, Yama let out an annoyed breath and clicked her tongue. She would need to get back to her cave soon.
"Koma" The gently spoken words caused an immediate response from behind her.
A large, rough looking bear burst from the tree line and came towards her with purpose. Snow clung to his thick black fur, and he was marred by large scars. Mostly old, but some new- He was a mighty creature to behold.
He stopped just behind Yama, his heavy breath puffing out and slightly ruffling her porcelain hair.
Yama turned and gave Koma a loving look before lifting one elegant hand to his muzzle, fingers gently brushing against his fur.
"We must return now, before the snow gets too deep" She spoke quietly.
Koma gave a ragged huff and nodded before turning to start the long walk back to their home. He would create a path for his lady to walk through as he was much larger than her and the wall of snow gave way easily to his strides.
Before following along, Yama took one last mournful look at the bodies- almost completely covered now. She had become a terrifying force to be reckoned with and it truly showed now more than ever.
Closing her eyes and tucking her hands into the fur lined pockets of her white coat, Yama turned and quickly followed behind Koma.
She hated senseless killing…. But she would never become a brood mare for the Raikage.
Konoha
The sky above the village was awash in rich hues of amber, peach, and rose, as if the heavens themselves were blushing at the beauty of the day's end. The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon, causing evening sky to become a masterpiece of color and light. The last golden rays stretched lazily across the expanse, painting the clouds with a soft, warm glow.
It was rare, peaceful moments like this, that Kakashi would lay atop the roof of his apartment and bask in the beauty of his village. No Sakura screeching at Naruto about some trivial social mannerisms. No Naruto complaining that he was hungry or bored. Just he, himself and the crisp pages of his Icha Icha book. What a paradise.
Kakashi let a heavy sigh release through his nose- things never stayed quiet in his life for long. As a Jonin ninja of Konoha and a Sensei now- his hands were so full that he almost never had time like this to himself. Which was definitely for the better.
These days his mind seemed to be clouded over with depressing thoughts and turmoil. Though his little pack kept him busy and did bring him happiness, a profound loneliness seemed to haunt him.
From his lounging position on the roof, Kakashi raised one arm from underneath himself to roughly scrape through his wild hair.
"None of that now" He mumbled to himself, before closing his uncovered eye.
He lurched forward and quickly brought his hands together to form a few signs- and with a little poof he was back inside his apartment.
He made quick work of scrounging around his cupboards, poking at different cans of seasoning and a bag of flour, before ultimately deciding that he would need to go to the market the next day.
His next attempt at his fridge proved to be more fruitful, literally, as he pulled out some very ripe oranges and apples. Eyeing them suspiciously and deciding that it was better than nothing, he began picking at them, until he found a few that weren't in the beginning stages of rotting.
Yes, tomorrow.
Tomorrow he would go shopping.