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teamwork -- tiny fic bit and RAURGH-ness
AUUUUUGH stuck. *whine whine whine* Okay so I'm trying to write a couple of scenes to insert BEFORE all the team kunoichi stuff. And I have a few notions. And... I can't write them right. Auuugh. Will try later.
In the meantime, have a strange Sakura dream. I love it, but it's shortish and I have no clue how to write what happens next anyway. *sob sob*
She liked the bridge. It was her bridge -- their bridge. It was where she waited, had always waited, would always wait, because if she waited long enough they would come to find her and be together again. It was a bridge of promises. She liked the color of the pillars, too, rust-red, warm but not shocking, and the arches overhead that looked like temple gates. The trees around were green and so alive, rustling in the wind, offering patches of gentle shadows, and water ran underneath in a clean, sparkling stream of clear blue.
She liked waiting there. It was restful. When she was rested enough, she would (come out wake up) go find them on her own, but for now it was nice.
Then he came to find her but it was weird. He wasn't on the bridge. They were supposed to come on the bridge, unless they came on the arches. Hey, he said, standing on the water, and she stared in confusion. The river was for (fish water chakra life) other things.
You're not in the right place, she said. And he was making the river a little weird, a thin trail of gold-rust-red trailing downstream like a ribbon. It was pretty, though, like liquid fire in the middle of all the sky greens and spring blues.
Weren't you waiting for me? he said. He was tall and he was strong, wide shoulder, corded muscles, loose-jointed gait. And he was blond. Rusty? Blond. She'd been waiting for him. Him and SasukeInoKakashiMomDad, but they'd come too.
But you're in the river, she explained, very seriously. You can't be in the river. Because he couldn't. It wasn't a people place.
Then he grinned at her like a little sun and he held out his (paw) (claws) hand. So pull me up. You're strong, aren't you?
And she wanted to say she wasn't, but then she remembered she was. So she grumbled and smiled back and held out her hand and his eyes were liquid fire and she woke up.
It was pitch black, and something was sniffing her face.
In the meantime, have a strange Sakura dream. I love it, but it's shortish and I have no clue how to write what happens next anyway. *sob sob*
She liked the bridge. It was her bridge -- their bridge. It was where she waited, had always waited, would always wait, because if she waited long enough they would come to find her and be together again. It was a bridge of promises. She liked the color of the pillars, too, rust-red, warm but not shocking, and the arches overhead that looked like temple gates. The trees around were green and so alive, rustling in the wind, offering patches of gentle shadows, and water ran underneath in a clean, sparkling stream of clear blue.
She liked waiting there. It was restful. When she was rested enough, she would (come out wake up) go find them on her own, but for now it was nice.
Then he came to find her but it was weird. He wasn't on the bridge. They were supposed to come on the bridge, unless they came on the arches. Hey, he said, standing on the water, and she stared in confusion. The river was for (fish water chakra life) other things.
You're not in the right place, she said. And he was making the river a little weird, a thin trail of gold-rust-red trailing downstream like a ribbon. It was pretty, though, like liquid fire in the middle of all the sky greens and spring blues.
Weren't you waiting for me? he said. He was tall and he was strong, wide shoulder, corded muscles, loose-jointed gait. And he was blond. Rusty? Blond. She'd been waiting for him. Him and SasukeInoKakashiMomDad, but they'd come too.
But you're in the river, she explained, very seriously. You can't be in the river. Because he couldn't. It wasn't a people place.
Then he grinned at her like a little sun and he held out his (paw) (claws) hand. So pull me up. You're strong, aren't you?
And she wanted to say she wasn't, but then she remembered she was. So she grumbled and smiled back and held out her hand and his eyes were liquid fire and she woke up.
It was pitch black, and something was sniffing her face.
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Anyhow, perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity for some bonding? If they are all out in the woods and such, then they have to sleep sometime.. and perhaps Naruto gets sorta animalistic (like how animals sniff to verify people, get used to them, comfortable with them, etc) when he's sleeping or sleepy..?
Just random thoughts. ^^;; I adore this ficlet. Thank you for sharing and I look forward to whenever you update Teamwork.
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narusaku suck...
I'm kidding, seriously! Just making fun of the raving fanbrats.
Anyway, yes, good stuff, I like the little underlying innuendos about kyuubi.
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Sounds cute so far. . . . I'm a little curious about that part in parenthesis, "(come out wake up)". . . . Curious. Kinda mysterious. . . . O.O Okay, I'm not sure what's going on. I'm having a hard time telling what's going on in the dream, but it's interesting. I think it needs to be a little clearer (or maybe I just need to see a doujinshi of it). But I'd like to see some more of it.
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Hee...
(Anonymous) 2008-07-04 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)It was pitch black, and something was sniffing her face.'
>this part made me giggle... It just really hit my funny bone.. i have a picture in my head of a Naruto sniffing Sakura's cheeks.. :-)
>the story is kinda weird... But the good kind of weird... The pondery-ponder kind of weird. Just like a dream.. I don't know how to explain this really, but the story leaves that "hmm.."type of feeling to it.. Although maybe that's just because i'm really really sleepy right now.. Hee...
-moochie
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~Sara