Post by KAKASHI HATAKE on Feb 14, 2011 19:13:43 GMT -5
| [bg=000000][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #701111;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] I'm obsessively thinking about you ★ ( just Compulsively trying to break you ) a soundless whisper of a sigh escaped slightly parted lips as a lithe figure moved through the shifting flowers. colors of all varieties shined against the bright green of the grass, and the male almost felt like he was drowning in all the colors and overly sweet scents. silver strands of hair fluttered in the slight wind as the flowers swayed enticingly before the one charcoal eye of the man. breath-taking, beautiful, overwhelming, heart-warming were all the sentimental words that the people of hikari city had given the flowers that bloomed year-round. kakashi hatake had never understood how such fragile creatures could even withstand the intense cold of winter, but flowers were just beyond his level of comprehension. a mirthless laugh passed through the man’s throat as he allowed his body to collapse to the ground. the slight fall jarred his bones, but the pain was a relief from the thundering pain in his head. the government officials always administered headaches to the shinobi, but recently the silverette had been dealing with them more often than not. he blamed it on the growing tension around all four kingdoms; tension never made his job any easier. the exhausted shinobi allowed himself to fall unto his back and stare up at the cloudless blue sky. another mirthless laugh ripped through his body as one of his outstretched fingers touched one of the nearby crimson flowers. crimson reminded him of blood, and blood reminded him of fights and the sharingan belonging to the uchiha clan. the silverette felt like he was going insane. everything recently seemed connected to the mysterious yet prestigious uchiha clan. his friend, uchiha obito, had given him the sharingan that resided in his left eye; and he, the young hatake prodigy, had been spending more time with uchiha itachi, the prodigy of the uchiha clan. at the time, the pairing hadn’t made much sense to the older male, but he understood it almost perfectly now. the senile fools in the government had just realized the potential his combination with the young uchiha would have, and they had been pleased with the combination so far. it made the hatake feel sick to his very core sometimes. he would much rather train the level d shinobi. shadows began to crawl across the land as the sun moved, and the obsidian eye could now make out the beginning of the nighttime blanket of stars. hours had passed since the shinobi had come to the flower paradise, yet he felt like no time at all had passed. that was the curse of this place or so he had heard. they all said in the city that time could pass in the blink of an eye while relaxing in the flowers, and the silverette believed them whole-heartedly now. perhaps he should put more stock to the rumors he heard in town, but then he would be chasing down imaginary criminals more often. he didn’t need more work than he already had. the doijakage and the rest of the fools in the south kingdom’s government kept the shinobi busy enough. he didn’t need to create more work for himself, yet he wanted to keep the people of the kingdom safe. the male could remember vividly the last time someone had told him to take it easy, but the next day he had ended up spending almost a month in the hospital. his comrades seemed to think that he was a brainless fool sometimes; the silverette couldn’t be more inclined to believe them. soft rustling reached the male’s sharp ears, and kakashi allowed his body to shift to the right. he propped his head against the palm of his hands and turned an emotionless charcoal eye on his visitor. a visitor? just lovely. care to join me? ★ And i'm all sorts of disorderly  Words:631 ★ Tagged:open ★ Music:out of control by hoobastank Template by Usagi of on the edge |
