#lavendereyeshyuuga

"--Ah," A sigh permeated the air, a soft resigned noise that softened the Jounin's strange, and aloof exterior as he turned to fix his lone gaze upon the young Hyuuga heiress. Intent to remind her of his personal space teased the tip of his tongue, yet vanished as she stared up from beneath the fringe of her dark hair and met his gaze with a kind smile.

'How do I always get myself into these messes?'

Hinata-chan…

I just wanted to thank you… for everything… I was always hopeless… dead last… a loser… and yet you kept rooting for me. It’s probably what kept me going for this long.

I may have lost hope… but you don’t need to, dattebayo. You’ve become strong… amazingly so. I’m sorry for being so blind towards you… so dumb. I was always kind of thick… wasn’t I?

I don’t want you to cry over me… I don’t want anyone to. Save your tears for someone who deserves them. Save your love for someone who deserves you.

さようなら,

SEND ME A ♪ AND I WILL PUT ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR CHARACTERS

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons

There weren’t many people on the battlefield at this point. Konoha had become a desecrated wasteland. Collapsed buildings, wreckage, everyone he’d ever loved. At the hands of the Akatsuki, were dying.

Asuma took flight, his legs carrying him across the muddy battlefield that was once Konoha. His eyes were scanning the devestation, his heart pounding.

Ino…Shikamaru…Choji…they were here somewhere, fighting without him.—And that was the best case scenario.

 Running along, he was initially looking for his team. He was distracted by the sight of someone; moving; alive.

His reddish-brown eyes pinpointing someone else he recognized.

Skidding to a hault, nearly tripping over the debris, he changed course. There on the battlefield, apparently wounded, the Hyuga girl. He recognized her; Hinata-chan. She graduated from the academy with Ino. There was always the chance that she even could have been on his team. 

Immediately he went towards her. He would not abandon anyone that he could save. He was at her side in moments. 

She turned giant, lavender eyes on him, rimmed with nervous tears, pale skin, clammy and greenish. “Hinata-chan.” He called her name, crouching down.

(Why did he suddenly crave a cigarette)—-(Probably to calm his nerves)

She

         had

                   these unbelievable 

                                                         eyes….

He peered at her, as a tendril of blood leaked from a wound on her head, a gash through her flak jacket that reveal an open wound near her ribs.

She stuttered something incomprehensible, and he frowned at her. “Yo, Hinata-chan. We’re gonna get outta here now, eh?” He reached down to touch her, his hands moving slowly as he hesitated. He was no medic, he didn’t know what kind of injuries she had, but he’d be damned if he was going to leave her alone.

"I-I…I have a—-" Her words were lost on him as his forearm slipped beneath the bend of her knees, his right arm sliding around her back. 

"Don’t worry about that now." He said, his tone a little gruff, "I know what I’m doing." He assured her.

Did he really? —-Hell no.

He lifted her immediately, and she clutched her arms around his neck, her cheeks growing pink suddenly, and a soft gasp of pain escaping her chapped lips.

He was sorry for her pain, “bare through it, eh. It’s just the way it is. I can’t heal you, but I can get you outta here.” He reminded her, saying it out loud like a prayer.

If it was the last thing he did, he would save this girl. Holding her petite frame against him, his eyes scanned the distance.

Her head came up to his chin, the blood from her forehead rubbing off on his skin.

"We’re gonna get outta here."

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

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