All Unwritten Prompt #19: I heard her that morning
I heard her that morning.
The sun wasn't up and the birds weren't awake. The air was silent, cold, chilling - not like her. Not like TenTen.
I had returned last night from my week long mission. No matter how much I had wanted to go to her immediately, I had given my report to the Godaime and had gotten checked over by Shizune-sempai before making it back to her apartment. I was so drained. I had barely made it past the apartment door before passing out.
She was mumbling to herself and fumbling around her modest kitchen in an attempt to make coffee. I was in the living room still, although she must have moved me to her couch some time over the course of last night. I sighed, it was so much like her. She moved me, which meant she still cared for me if only because I was her teammate first and foremost. She didn't move me to her bed, which meant she was very much displeased with me still.
Although I was clearly awake, I forced myself to remain still and silent. She was humming now. It was a happy tune that she had sang for me on occasion. In my mind, I recite the lyrics. I love her voice - when she's lecturing Lee, when she's laughing, when she's cursing at me, when she's yelling at me, when she's screaming my name, when she' s murmuring to me, telling me she loves me - I love her voice in all its pitches and tones. But I know that if I "wake" now, she'll stop. She's been on guard when I'm around for quite some time now. I don't know if I'll ever have her forgiveness. What I did was completely unforgivable and I know it, but I know it is the only way. It's so rare to see her relaxed and I will cherish this moment. I can't see her without moving, but I can hear her.
So that will do for now. I heard her that morning, and I was content.
The sun wasn't up and the birds weren't awake. The air was silent, cold, chilling - not like her. Not like TenTen.
I had returned last night from my week long mission. No matter how much I had wanted to go to her immediately, I had given my report to the Godaime and had gotten checked over by Shizune-sempai before making it back to her apartment. I was so drained. I had barely made it past the apartment door before passing out.
She was mumbling to herself and fumbling around her modest kitchen in an attempt to make coffee. I was in the living room still, although she must have moved me to her couch some time over the course of last night. I sighed, it was so much like her. She moved me, which meant she still cared for me if only because I was her teammate first and foremost. She didn't move me to her bed, which meant she was very much displeased with me still.
Although I was clearly awake, I forced myself to remain still and silent. She was humming now. It was a happy tune that she had sang for me on occasion. In my mind, I recite the lyrics. I love her voice - when she's lecturing Lee, when she's laughing, when she's cursing at me, when she's yelling at me, when she's screaming my name, when she' s murmuring to me, telling me she loves me - I love her voice in all its pitches and tones. But I know that if I "wake" now, she'll stop. She's been on guard when I'm around for quite some time now. I don't know if I'll ever have her forgiveness. What I did was completely unforgivable and I know it, but I know it is the only way. It's so rare to see her relaxed and I will cherish this moment. I can't see her without moving, but I can hear her.
So that will do for now. I heard her that morning, and I was content.