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17 October 2006 @ 09:41 pm

Sappy drabble, written during Economics class to stop the decaying of my poor brain cells from boredom. 


Unexpectedly, he caught himself thinking of slim fingers and small, secretive smiles – a scattering of freckles and dark lashes against tanned skin as she slept – the warm hazel of her eyes, the way she’d go perfectly, breathlessly still when he traced a finger over her lips.


Neji paused, brush poised and wetted with black ink over the scroll.  The mission report was dull, a standard account that had to be sent from his post in Tea Country every week.  He glanced down, frowning slightly, and re-read the last few lines:


Ironically, the long period of peace has left the local shinobi restless.  The landlord Isame Takehiro organized an archery contest, ostensibly to raise morale within the ranks but also, I suspect, with the intention of demonstrating to the Leaf – via me – their fighters’ capabilities.  ..........Naturally, none of the competitors had her skill or natural grace.  They held themselves too stiffly, unlike her suppleness, her ability to adapt and -


A single lantern sent shadows rippling across the lacquered wood of the low desk; he thought of the way her hair had been flung back from her face as she flew high above him, twin dragons surging up from the dusty smoke.  A drop of ink converged at the tip of the brush, fell and immediately spread in a soft-rimmed circle across the rice paper; he was reminded of the pink that had stained her cheeks when he kissed her goodbye.  Neji sighed, setting down the brush and standing up slowly.  The thin paper door rasped when he slid it open, revealing a vast expanse of dark sky and the pale arc of a moon. 


Hyuuga Neji was a hard worker but he could never keep working on nights like these, when his thoughts drifted and tangled into the place she occupied in his mind (heart, but he was much too pragmatic to ever admit it.)  And he watched the foreign moon in the darkness of a stranger’s courtyard because perhaps she was doing the same, curled up on her bed by the window; when he closed his eyes he could almost see the way the moonlight would wash thinly over her skin, would accentuate the soft curve of a cheek.   


Tenten, he thought.   The moon is not bright enough to remember you by.

Because she is the Sun.  


Looking forwards to everyone's contributions to next week's festival!
auxunauxiaauxunauxia on October 17th, 2006 07:08 pm (UTC)
Awww... he's thinking of her. That's so cute!

But where is Tenten anywayz? O.O

Kimmytwerksie on October 17th, 2006 07:39 pm (UTC)
How sweet! This rawks - you're an awesome writer~!

And yes, I shall see you at the festival. =D
silverteardropxsilverteardropx on October 17th, 2006 10:16 pm (UTC)
thats really sweet and all but my mind kind of jemps to the conculsuion that well she died! SHE DIDN'T DIE DID SHE?! o.O
Ashleychamomile7 on October 18th, 2006 02:52 am (UTC)
I was thrilled to see this on my f-list. Nejiten is a great pick-me-up (I have three tests this week and a speech to give Friday >_<).

Lovely, as always. Keep up the good work!
Toboe LoneWolftoboe_lonewolf on October 18th, 2006 05:15 am (UTC)
I join you in Economics boredom. Except I doodle. A lot. XP (Seriously, 50 minutes to do half a page of notes...what?)

Fluff. If only all sappy fluff were like this: of the non sugar-high variety. XP

Wheeeeeee. This is so cute; well, cute insomuch as adult-Neji can be cute. Grown-up cute. Which is cute of an altogether different variety.

Aside: ...This is very odd. Very, very odd. Because I wrote a very similiar concept for one of the Ten for Ten themes. Kinda.
Dreams of Blue Skydreamsofbluesky on October 19th, 2006 12:57 pm (UTC)
Four words: great minds think alike. XD

Anyway, thank you, I'm glad you like it!
sireensilver: respectsireensilver on October 18th, 2006 01:22 pm (UTC)
Whoever's receiving that report is going to end up reading a very personal picture of someone's love. Or so my imagination likes to say.

But, really, good job on this piece--short but very lovely.