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Endless Rain - A Tale of 30 Flowers
Title Forget-Me-Not: Memory
Author uchiokoshi
Fandom Naruto
Pairing Eventual Kabuto/Shizune
Warnings She swears twice; so nothing, really.
A/N Prologue for the story I'm going to write for 30_flowers. Currently not proofread because I'm too tired to do that right now. Maybe in the morning...
On a small hill overlooking Konohagakure, a young woman knelt. Clad in rain-drenched purple-grey, she was as monochromatic as the dreary background. The atmosphere was sullen; loss weighing heavily on the town's inhabitants.
The memorial stone filled with names, and a new one had been erected, and filled.
Everyone had a loved one who died; it seemed as if the dead now numbered more than the living.
The ghosts lingered around the village, and its inhabitants wept.
It is against this backdrop: pain, sorrow, and the more powerful emotion: betrayal, that we draw our story.
---
Kneeling, Shizune pressed her calloused hands together; feeling her knees sink into the ground, soft from days of rain.
She wished the damn rain would just go away already.
But, every morning, she awoke to the dark rain clouds storming on the horizon.
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed,
bumped his head
And didn't get up in the morning
Her finger ran over the name of an ANBU squad leader, who she had treated the previous week. His hair had prematurely greyed, and his body's strength had been equivalent to that of a fragile old man, his skin had been dry and wrinkled.
His mind had remained young as ever, however; she vivedly recalled the emotions flickering through his face: anger, confusion, fear- then finally, the resignation and pride in dying for his village.
Damn the rain!
As if she needed another distraction right now.
The Shinobi Hospital was perpetually full. She spent the majority of her days there, treating the dying nin.
Konoha was dangerously short on ninjas as well. Although they had defeated Orochimaru and the Akatsuki, it had been at the cost of many lives, with even more injured.
As one of the best medic-nin, Shizune was exhausted from mission after mission on the days when she was not needed in the hospital.
Her chakra reserves were running critically low, but there was no other alternative. The Godaime was busy with her duties as Hokage, and Sakura was equally busy with field missions, being in-experienced in hospital affairs.
Shizune wished for somebody, any skilled medic-nin with hospital experience would be fine. She just needed someone she knew she could rely on.
She bowed her head three times, then carefully got up. Shizune futilely attempted to brush the mud off of her skirt, which only resulted in her hands getting muddy. (but better mud than blood)
She stared at the stone for awhile, looking at the names lying column upon column.
Shizune wondered how many had died under on of her medic-nin's care.
She certainly recognised patients she had lost.
"If it had been a few years earlier, under different circumstances, if I had kept up my training, been more competent...could they have been saved...?" a part of her mind wondered.
She shook her head violently, trying to clear such thoughts. Regretting the past wouldn't help the long list of patients needing to be treated in the future.
She turned around, heading back to the town.
The rain drizzled down-heaven's tears. The early morning fog rising off of the tree like silent ghosts.
Silver ghosts.
Something occurred to Shizune, a name she had forgotten.
She ran through the streets, not caring that she splashed through muddy puddles.
Shizune stopped, panting, at the Yamanaka flower shop.
She was a little surprised to see Ino there. She had guessed that Ino would be on a mission.
"Shizune-san!" Ino called cheerfully, "How can I help you today?"
Shizune's gaze lingered on various arrangements of flowers, a part of her mind not often used cranking up again, deciphering the bouquets according to the language of flowers.
She turned slightly, meeting a patiently smiling Ino in the eyes.
"Forget-me-nots, please"
---
Shizune once again knelt by the stone, carefully laying down the flowers.
In the mud near the base, she carefully drew in the confident strokes of katakana.
She prayed once again, and walked away, head bowed, lost in distant memories.
---
A delicate rendition of 'Yakushi Kabuto' lay in the mud, soon to be washed away by the heavy rains.
Title Forget-Me-Not: Memory
Author uchiokoshi
Fandom Naruto
Pairing Eventual Kabuto/Shizune
Warnings She swears twice; so nothing, really.
A/N Prologue for the story I'm going to write for 30_flowers. Currently not proofread because I'm too tired to do that right now. Maybe in the morning...
On a small hill overlooking Konohagakure, a young woman knelt. Clad in rain-drenched purple-grey, she was as monochromatic as the dreary background. The atmosphere was sullen; loss weighing heavily on the town's inhabitants.
The memorial stone filled with names, and a new one had been erected, and filled.
Everyone had a loved one who died; it seemed as if the dead now numbered more than the living.
The ghosts lingered around the village, and its inhabitants wept.
It is against this backdrop: pain, sorrow, and the more powerful emotion: betrayal, that we draw our story.
---
Kneeling, Shizune pressed her calloused hands together; feeling her knees sink into the ground, soft from days of rain.
She wished the damn rain would just go away already.
But, every morning, she awoke to the dark rain clouds storming on the horizon.
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed,
bumped his head
And didn't get up in the morning
Her finger ran over the name of an ANBU squad leader, who she had treated the previous week. His hair had prematurely greyed, and his body's strength had been equivalent to that of a fragile old man, his skin had been dry and wrinkled.
His mind had remained young as ever, however; she vivedly recalled the emotions flickering through his face: anger, confusion, fear- then finally, the resignation and pride in dying for his village.
Damn the rain!
As if she needed another distraction right now.
The Shinobi Hospital was perpetually full. She spent the majority of her days there, treating the dying nin.
Konoha was dangerously short on ninjas as well. Although they had defeated Orochimaru and the Akatsuki, it had been at the cost of many lives, with even more injured.
As one of the best medic-nin, Shizune was exhausted from mission after mission on the days when she was not needed in the hospital.
Her chakra reserves were running critically low, but there was no other alternative. The Godaime was busy with her duties as Hokage, and Sakura was equally busy with field missions, being in-experienced in hospital affairs.
Shizune wished for somebody, any skilled medic-nin with hospital experience would be fine. She just needed someone she knew she could rely on.
She bowed her head three times, then carefully got up. Shizune futilely attempted to brush the mud off of her skirt, which only resulted in her hands getting muddy. (but better mud than blood)
She stared at the stone for awhile, looking at the names lying column upon column.
Shizune wondered how many had died under on of her medic-nin's care.
She certainly recognised patients she had lost.
"If it had been a few years earlier, under different circumstances, if I had kept up my training, been more competent...could they have been saved...?" a part of her mind wondered.
She shook her head violently, trying to clear such thoughts. Regretting the past wouldn't help the long list of patients needing to be treated in the future.
She turned around, heading back to the town.
The rain drizzled down-heaven's tears. The early morning fog rising off of the tree like silent ghosts.
Silver ghosts.
Something occurred to Shizune, a name she had forgotten.
She ran through the streets, not caring that she splashed through muddy puddles.
Shizune stopped, panting, at the Yamanaka flower shop.
She was a little surprised to see Ino there. She had guessed that Ino would be on a mission.
"Shizune-san!" Ino called cheerfully, "How can I help you today?"
Shizune's gaze lingered on various arrangements of flowers, a part of her mind not often used cranking up again, deciphering the bouquets according to the language of flowers.
She turned slightly, meeting a patiently smiling Ino in the eyes.
"Forget-me-nots, please"
---
Shizune once again knelt by the stone, carefully laying down the flowers.
In the mud near the base, she carefully drew in the confident strokes of katakana.
She prayed once again, and walked away, head bowed, lost in distant memories.
---
A delicate rendition of 'Yakushi Kabuto' lay in the mud, soon to be washed away by the heavy rains.