Fic [In The Dark]
Title: In The Dark
Author: yumi-maki
Rating: PG
Genre: slight Romance/slight Angst
Summary: Yamato may be quite knowledgeable about the shinobi world but when it comes to other parts of life, he's not quite as perceptive.
Comments: Written for
31_days and
pinkcrack's drabble-a-thon, as usual. I wanted a challenge to get my creative juices flowing so I decided to write a crack pairing - that's pretty much where this came from. I'm considering starting a new story featuring various Sakura pairings but I'm not sure yet - we'll see.
Warnings: This is my first time writing Yamato so if he's somewhat OOC, you'll have to excuse me.
In The Dark
August 18th - Centuries before I come to where you are
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
He is walking slowly through the rain when he sees her, standing on a bridge and staring out into the waters' murky depths. He slows to a stop, eyes drawn to the small, pale, wet figure, standing there, seemingly oblivious to the rain.
He ponders what to do, wondering if it would be best to walk on - she does seem to be deep in thought - or to walk forward and offer her his umbrella - it does seem like the right thing to do. Besides, as her taichou, it wouldn't be right to just leave her there, water cascading through her hair, down to her clothes, soaking her right through. They couldn't afford for their resident medic to get sick after all.
Already decided, he walks up to her and offers her his umbrella, placing it so that it covers her head as well as his.
Several minutes pass before Sakura responds and then all she does is blink owlishly, look up at the umbrella and then glance over at him. "Yamato-taichou?" she says quietly, an unnecessary hint of awe in her voice, "what are you doing here?"
"I was just passing by," he responds, smiling reassuringly at the clearly confused young woman.
She nods slowly, thinking this over for a moment before turning back to the pond and slipping back into her reverie. He wonders absently what could be holding her attention so tightly but he remains silent, unwilling to shatter the friendly silence that has settled between them. He decides to leave her to her musings for now and takes up some of his own instead.
He takes this quiet time - a rarity - to observe her. She is so different from the ninjas he is used to encountering, having spent his last few years solely in ANBU. It is a nice, if not exactly welcome, change, to meet one so young and innocent.
He regards her silently, taking in first the glossy sheen of her hair, then the overwhelming luminosity of her eyes and finally, the deceivingly slim build of her body and he wonders silently if she can survive. Not physically but spiritually - is her spirit strong enough to survive the horrors that await her? Can she keep her hope, her faith alive in a world as cruel as theirs? In a few years time, will her eyes still have that shine or her smiles that sincerity or her heart that purity?
His eyes dim slightly as he looks from her to the water, thinking of all those that he has seen crumble under the weight of their actions and the actions of those around them. In their world, it is so easy to lose yourself to emptiness and despair. Will that happen to her? The corners of his mouth pull down as he imagines this - it is a grim idea.
"Yamato-taichou?" Sakura's voice comes to him as through a fog. "You can put the umbrella down now - it's stopped raining."
One glance forward proves that she is right and smiling sheepishly, he closes the umbrella and lowers it to his side. "I hadn't noticed," he remarks slowly, not looking at her, still staring at the rippling surface of the water.
He doesn't see the small, tight smile on her face as she responds or the way that her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer than necessary. "I realized," she says, looking out at the water, "Thank you for sheltering me, by the way - I'm sorry I didn't say that sooner. I was a bit distracted," she murmurs, a hint of something he can't quite recognize in her voice.
"I noticed," he responds, smiling in good humour as he turns to look at her. There is still a hint of sadness in his eyes though and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. Confusion crosses her features and seeing it, he immediately works to mold his own into a more amiable expression.
"So what were you thinking about so seriously?" he asks, attempting to change the subject.
She looks down, an uncharacteristic flush taking over her face before shaking her head rapidly, "It's nothing - ah, nothing really. I just...let my thoughts get away from me, that's all."
He raises an eyebrow, thinking that her response too is uncharacteristically enigmatic. 'Is she hiding something?' he wonders but doesn't press it further, assuming it is something he doesn't really want to know. He cannot guess how right he is.
Sakura raises her head slightly and meets his eyes before quickly looking away again, the flush on her cheeks growing darker. He frowns at the strangeness of it all and wanting to get things back to normal, he volunteers a suggestion. "How about some ramen? I just passed Ichiraku and I thought I saw Naruto there, eating his way through their supplies as usual. That's always fun to see."
Sakura shakes her head, declining his offer politely, using the (perfectly valid) excuse of having to go home and dry off. He nods understandingly and watches her go, totally unaware of the way that his stare makes her feel, oblivious to the real reason that Sakura declined his treat - she cannot stand being reminded of what she cannot have.
Sighing quietly at women and their strange habits, Yamato continues the way he had initially been headed, still so unaware, still in the dark.
Author: yumi-maki
Rating: PG
Genre: slight Romance/slight Angst
Summary: Yamato may be quite knowledgeable about the shinobi world but when it comes to other parts of life, he's not quite as perceptive.
Comments: Written for
31_days and
pinkcrack's drabble-a-thon, as usual. I wanted a challenge to get my creative juices flowing so I decided to write a crack pairing - that's pretty much where this came from. I'm considering starting a new story featuring various Sakura pairings but I'm not sure yet - we'll see.
Warnings: This is my first time writing Yamato so if he's somewhat OOC, you'll have to excuse me.
In The Dark
August 18th - Centuries before I come to where you are
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
He is walking slowly through the rain when he sees her, standing on a bridge and staring out into the waters' murky depths. He slows to a stop, eyes drawn to the small, pale, wet figure, standing there, seemingly oblivious to the rain.
He ponders what to do, wondering if it would be best to walk on - she does seem to be deep in thought - or to walk forward and offer her his umbrella - it does seem like the right thing to do. Besides, as her taichou, it wouldn't be right to just leave her there, water cascading through her hair, down to her clothes, soaking her right through. They couldn't afford for their resident medic to get sick after all.
Already decided, he walks up to her and offers her his umbrella, placing it so that it covers her head as well as his.
Several minutes pass before Sakura responds and then all she does is blink owlishly, look up at the umbrella and then glance over at him. "Yamato-taichou?" she says quietly, an unnecessary hint of awe in her voice, "what are you doing here?"
"I was just passing by," he responds, smiling reassuringly at the clearly confused young woman.
She nods slowly, thinking this over for a moment before turning back to the pond and slipping back into her reverie. He wonders absently what could be holding her attention so tightly but he remains silent, unwilling to shatter the friendly silence that has settled between them. He decides to leave her to her musings for now and takes up some of his own instead.
He takes this quiet time - a rarity - to observe her. She is so different from the ninjas he is used to encountering, having spent his last few years solely in ANBU. It is a nice, if not exactly welcome, change, to meet one so young and innocent.
He regards her silently, taking in first the glossy sheen of her hair, then the overwhelming luminosity of her eyes and finally, the deceivingly slim build of her body and he wonders silently if she can survive. Not physically but spiritually - is her spirit strong enough to survive the horrors that await her? Can she keep her hope, her faith alive in a world as cruel as theirs? In a few years time, will her eyes still have that shine or her smiles that sincerity or her heart that purity?
His eyes dim slightly as he looks from her to the water, thinking of all those that he has seen crumble under the weight of their actions and the actions of those around them. In their world, it is so easy to lose yourself to emptiness and despair. Will that happen to her? The corners of his mouth pull down as he imagines this - it is a grim idea.
"Yamato-taichou?" Sakura's voice comes to him as through a fog. "You can put the umbrella down now - it's stopped raining."
One glance forward proves that she is right and smiling sheepishly, he closes the umbrella and lowers it to his side. "I hadn't noticed," he remarks slowly, not looking at her, still staring at the rippling surface of the water.
He doesn't see the small, tight smile on her face as she responds or the way that her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer than necessary. "I realized," she says, looking out at the water, "Thank you for sheltering me, by the way - I'm sorry I didn't say that sooner. I was a bit distracted," she murmurs, a hint of something he can't quite recognize in her voice.
"I noticed," he responds, smiling in good humour as he turns to look at her. There is still a hint of sadness in his eyes though and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. Confusion crosses her features and seeing it, he immediately works to mold his own into a more amiable expression.
"So what were you thinking about so seriously?" he asks, attempting to change the subject.
She looks down, an uncharacteristic flush taking over her face before shaking her head rapidly, "It's nothing - ah, nothing really. I just...let my thoughts get away from me, that's all."
He raises an eyebrow, thinking that her response too is uncharacteristically enigmatic. 'Is she hiding something?' he wonders but doesn't press it further, assuming it is something he doesn't really want to know. He cannot guess how right he is.
Sakura raises her head slightly and meets his eyes before quickly looking away again, the flush on her cheeks growing darker. He frowns at the strangeness of it all and wanting to get things back to normal, he volunteers a suggestion. "How about some ramen? I just passed Ichiraku and I thought I saw Naruto there, eating his way through their supplies as usual. That's always fun to see."
Sakura shakes her head, declining his offer politely, using the (perfectly valid) excuse of having to go home and dry off. He nods understandingly and watches her go, totally unaware of the way that his stare makes her feel, oblivious to the real reason that Sakura declined his treat - she cannot stand being reminded of what she cannot have.
Sighing quietly at women and their strange habits, Yamato continues the way he had initially been headed, still so unaware, still in the dark.