I tend to dabble more in fanfiction than original fiction purely because I'm much less OCD about my writing when it's fan-based. I never, ever get anything done when working on original fiction because I am far, far too hard on myself in that area and have never once produced any characters or storylines that I am pleased with. So most of my fanfiction can be found
here.
So I'll start here, with this painfully old Naruto drabble.
Strangers The sky above Tayuya showed all evident signs of rain. Yes, just what she needed: to return to Otogakure after a failed mission, soaking wet. The thought of Sakon's never-ending torment was enough to infuriate her, and the loud clap of thunder only seemed to feed that frustration. A fork of lightning split the sky into pieces, and then she was wet, as if someone had just popped a large water-balloon directly over her head.
"Sh!t!" she exclaimed, breaking out into a sprint. She tried to keep herself beneath the trees' shelter, but not even the thick layer of leaves above her could keep the heavily pouring rain away. The dirt under her feet suddenly became mud, thick and slippery as she stumbled through it.
She didn't stop walking when she saw the ominous figure ahead of her. Nothing was more important to her at this moment than returning to Oto, where she would be out of the rain. However, there was the punishment that she would face for failing her mission... She ignored the dread that coiled in the pit of her stomach like a snake, ignored the annoyance that she already felt towards Sakon, ignored the looming figure that now stood only yards ahead of her...
As she got closer, Tayuya saw the pattern of red against the black cloth he wore. She would have known the symbol anywhere. Red clouds woven on black robes: the Akatsuki's symbol. She had to squint to see him through the shadows of the trees and the pouring rain. His hair was blond, longer than hers it seemed, and he looked undeniably feminine. She knew he was male, however, because there was no mistaking the broad shoulders and tall build that generally belonged to men.
In the brief moments in which they passed one another, no words were exchanged. There was no casual banter, nor was there a threat uttered through the pouring rain. She watched him from the corner of her eyes, just as he watched her from the corner of his. There was nothing in those moments, nothing but mutual understanding. They had nothing in common, but there was that unspoken consideration for the stranger they watched in passing.
They were strangers, though, and that was all they would ever be.
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