Fic: Our Tree
Title: Our Tree
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Naruto
Rating: U
Warnings: Un-beta'd, perhaps a continuation of sorts of this and this
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any respective partners.
Summary: It was their tree, according to him, but the woodland didn't know how that had happened.
Word count: 551
The third time the woodland found itself visited by the couple was in mid-February, between seasons. The snow had long since melted away, leaving only rain and mud in its wake, and the trees had only just began to bud their green shoots, ready to regrow the leaves and sheath themselves once more in springtime festivity. It was chilly on that day and the paths had become laden with a mixture of wet clay and pools of murky water held in foot-shaped baths. All that surrounded, where the trodden footway gave into that which was relatively untouched, were the leaves of the autumn lying drained of their once vibrant colour as if when the snow had fallen and then left it soaked the last vestiges of copper and brown from them. They were patchy and non-identical, their tones varying from off-white to a washed out umber, but no matter what the tone they still managed to make the moss growing on tree stumps all that more green;a flash of life in a place otherwise slumbering.
It was mid-afternoon by the time they arrived, once again donning jumpers and jackets, mud crusted boots, with their hands gloved and hanging by their sides emptily. The rain had stopped by then, only falling from above if dropping from bare branches or perhaps from the ever-stubborn leaves that still refused to drop, skeletal and curled. They exchanged banter as they slipped down the worn and soggy route, occasionally gripping onto the rough of bark or the soft firmness of a palm to balance out. The surrounding trees stood still and quiet but for the odd creature scampering from branch to branch as the conversation dwindled and withered into a comfortable silence, broken by a sniff or cough and then,
“They've cut our tree down.”
The voice seemed dazed at first as blue eyes surveyed the cut wood and sawdust laying over the viscous mixture of water and dirt, and then a brow twitched, drew together.
“Mh...”
Somewhere along the way, as the scene unfurled into frustrated frowns and repeated statements, the vegetation wondered just when that tree had become their tree, and if they had missed something. It seemed that they weren't the only ones as Sasuke himself, with an air of confusion masked by impatience, asked,
“Since when was that our tree?” He received for his statement a glare and harrumph. The snort that came from the back of his throat was inelegant in comparison to his clothing and newly cut hair.
“They're all our trees.”
The silence following was completely undisturbed as the couple looked each other in the eye with nothing to add or alter to the statement.
“Also, when you snort you sound like a pig, bastard.”
And so the tension was broken and the wood surrounding could do nothing but sigh with the wind as it watched the couple take back off over the bridge and feel the odd feeling of belonging as if, yes, they were theirs just as much as both of them belonged to them. Or at least that was so until Sasuke decided to finally confront the true subject and say, rather loudly,
“Naruto, it's just a tree, they're all just trees.”
Then the woodland could feel nothing but hurt.
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Naruto
Rating: U
Warnings: Un-beta'd, perhaps a continuation of sorts of this and this
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any respective partners.
Summary: It was their tree, according to him, but the woodland didn't know how that had happened.
Word count: 551
The third time the woodland found itself visited by the couple was in mid-February, between seasons. The snow had long since melted away, leaving only rain and mud in its wake, and the trees had only just began to bud their green shoots, ready to regrow the leaves and sheath themselves once more in springtime festivity. It was chilly on that day and the paths had become laden with a mixture of wet clay and pools of murky water held in foot-shaped baths. All that surrounded, where the trodden footway gave into that which was relatively untouched, were the leaves of the autumn lying drained of their once vibrant colour as if when the snow had fallen and then left it soaked the last vestiges of copper and brown from them. They were patchy and non-identical, their tones varying from off-white to a washed out umber, but no matter what the tone they still managed to make the moss growing on tree stumps all that more green;a flash of life in a place otherwise slumbering.
It was mid-afternoon by the time they arrived, once again donning jumpers and jackets, mud crusted boots, with their hands gloved and hanging by their sides emptily. The rain had stopped by then, only falling from above if dropping from bare branches or perhaps from the ever-stubborn leaves that still refused to drop, skeletal and curled. They exchanged banter as they slipped down the worn and soggy route, occasionally gripping onto the rough of bark or the soft firmness of a palm to balance out. The surrounding trees stood still and quiet but for the odd creature scampering from branch to branch as the conversation dwindled and withered into a comfortable silence, broken by a sniff or cough and then,
“They've cut our tree down.”
The voice seemed dazed at first as blue eyes surveyed the cut wood and sawdust laying over the viscous mixture of water and dirt, and then a brow twitched, drew together.
“Mh...”
Somewhere along the way, as the scene unfurled into frustrated frowns and repeated statements, the vegetation wondered just when that tree had become their tree, and if they had missed something. It seemed that they weren't the only ones as Sasuke himself, with an air of confusion masked by impatience, asked,
“Since when was that our tree?” He received for his statement a glare and harrumph. The snort that came from the back of his throat was inelegant in comparison to his clothing and newly cut hair.
“They're all our trees.”
The silence following was completely undisturbed as the couple looked each other in the eye with nothing to add or alter to the statement.
“Also, when you snort you sound like a pig, bastard.”
And so the tension was broken and the wood surrounding could do nothing but sigh with the wind as it watched the couple take back off over the bridge and feel the odd feeling of belonging as if, yes, they were theirs just as much as both of them belonged to them. Or at least that was so until Sasuke decided to finally confront the true subject and say, rather loudly,
“Naruto, it's just a tree, they're all just trees.”
Then the woodland could feel nothing but hurt.