All Together Now
Author’s Note: I figured I might as well upload all the chapters and not just the latest one. I just wish I knew how to link them together better.
Chapter Title: Runaway Train
Pairing: Naruto / Hinata
Genre: romance / humor
Prompt: #15 steam engine 50_shinobi
Word Count: 250
The trip took nearly two hours. During that time, Hinata switched in and out of six separate taxis from different companies at various bus and train stations throughout the city. She desperately hoped her erratic movements would hinder the inevitable search to come.
By the time she reached her real destination, it was nearing midnight and the last train for the night was preparing to depart. The driver quickly grabbed her belongings and ushered her forward.
Stumbling alongside him, she longed for the familiarity of her wooden cane to guide her but feared that the item would make her too memorable to the staff and fellow passengers. She needed anonymity, even if it meant sacrificing personal comfort.
As they drew closer to the train, the air became thick with smoke and sweat. Despite the latest of the hour, she struggled against the push and pull of the crowd.
“Stairs,” the driver whispered.
She nodded, hand searching for the banister. It took a minute to locate but the driver waited. When her fingertips brushed cool metal she gave him a nod.
She stumbled twice on the way down but managed to catch herself before she fell. A train whistle blew just as they reached the bottom and the pair increased their speed.
It was only after she was settled in the cabin, her luggage carefully stowed and the train pulling away from the station, did her shoulders relax.
It was then that she wondered if she had done the right thing.
Chapter Title: Runaway Train
Pairing: Naruto / Hinata
Genre: romance / humor
Prompt: #15 steam engine 50_shinobi
Word Count: 250
The trip took nearly two hours. During that time, Hinata switched in and out of six separate taxis from different companies at various bus and train stations throughout the city. She desperately hoped her erratic movements would hinder the inevitable search to come.
By the time she reached her real destination, it was nearing midnight and the last train for the night was preparing to depart. The driver quickly grabbed her belongings and ushered her forward.
Stumbling alongside him, she longed for the familiarity of her wooden cane to guide her but feared that the item would make her too memorable to the staff and fellow passengers. She needed anonymity, even if it meant sacrificing personal comfort.
As they drew closer to the train, the air became thick with smoke and sweat. Despite the latest of the hour, she struggled against the push and pull of the crowd.
“Stairs,” the driver whispered.
She nodded, hand searching for the banister. It took a minute to locate but the driver waited. When her fingertips brushed cool metal she gave him a nod.
She stumbled twice on the way down but managed to catch herself before she fell. A train whistle blew just as they reached the bottom and the pair increased their speed.
It was only after she was settled in the cabin, her luggage carefully stowed and the train pulling away from the station, did her shoulders relax.
It was then that she wondered if she had done the right thing.