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one_long_mission2013-03-26 02:24 am
mothersmemories) wrote in one_long_mission2013-03-26 02:24 am
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It had taken some time for him to heal enough for Temari to actually let him out of the house and, while he'd appreciated her concern, he needed some air right now. He could only take so much coddling before it became less endearing and more annoying, which was why he was currently out and about, exploring this new village.
He come to the market and was peering at the goods on display - so different from the ceramics and glassware that Suna was famous for - when the fluttering of some kind of paper caught his eye. He stared at it for a long moment, surprised; it was pinned to a wooden stall by a kunai. Curious as to what it could be, he plucked it up.
There were only two words on the paper: They died.
He froze, staring at it for a long, long moment. Logic dictated that this meant nothing; logic dictated that he was not involved in whatever this was, because he had been here only a few days and - so far - only three people were aware of his existence.
And yet...and yet, the simple statement squeezed at his heart. He crumpled the paper in one hand, clenching the other in the fabric of his simple black shirt, just over his heart. That statement struck at the very center of his fears for what he had left behind. Something very much like pain and heartbreak crossed his features, but luckily the break in his facade was covered by hair that he really should trim. But it couldn't hide the trail of tears steadily tracing down his cheeks.
He come to the market and was peering at the goods on display - so different from the ceramics and glassware that Suna was famous for - when the fluttering of some kind of paper caught his eye. He stared at it for a long moment, surprised; it was pinned to a wooden stall by a kunai. Curious as to what it could be, he plucked it up.
There were only two words on the paper: They died.
He froze, staring at it for a long, long moment. Logic dictated that this meant nothing; logic dictated that he was not involved in whatever this was, because he had been here only a few days and - so far - only three people were aware of his existence.
And yet...and yet, the simple statement squeezed at his heart. He crumpled the paper in one hand, clenching the other in the fabric of his simple black shirt, just over his heart. That statement struck at the very center of his fears for what he had left behind. Something very much like pain and heartbreak crossed his features, but luckily the break in his facade was covered by hair that he really should trim. But it couldn't hide the trail of tears steadily tracing down his cheeks.
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...that bright smile was so incredibly disarming.
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"...how have you been?" He was trying, though.
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"I am...very pleased to hear that. I am uncertain as to whether I ever properly apologized for what I did..."
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Calling this thread done, yeah~?
Yep!