Prologue: Being hit, get shot
Rock Lee, Maito Gai, Hyuga Neji and Tenten were hidden in the woods surrounding the village, waiting for the reappearance of their target. Thanks to the alliance with sand, they received information that the missing-nin from Hidden Mist village who tried to assassinate Kakashi and Godaime Hokage would meet here his customer. If they would stick to the plan, they would be able to catch him and his customer if nothing went wrong
Gai activated his radio. Neji, can you see him already?
Neji focused his Byakugan. He is still in the tea house, Gai-sensei. Should not one of us get closer, silently?
That would be too dangerous by now, Neji. Is his customer with him?
Not yet , wait, Gai-sensei. It seems the daimyo (ruler) of the Rain country is simply fed up with our Kage and your rival and decided to get rid of both.
But why wouldn
Are from different worlds,
And it is obvious that
We do not belong
In this one...
We were made for another world.
As I go on with my happy life,
My secret shame
Weighing down on me,
With our backs against the glass,
Filled with silence;
We can lean on each other
In our time of need,
Even in a wordless world,
We would understand.
I hear you...
Your silent serenade
Fills me with melancholy longing,
Like some lost,
The shards of the heart
You didn't have the heart
t o b r e a k
Creeping up on you,
Growing ever more bleak...
Under the pressure of
But I can feel it
b r e a k i n g.
I can't find you...
Always find me.
I am wordless, but not voiceless.
unspoken, yet expressing so much.
I only consist of sonorous melancholy and raging drums, becoming my own erratic heartbeat.
My words are the doleful deep sounds of the cello, the violine is my medicine, as calming as the waves, rushing against the shores up and down, up and down following their routine for an endless eternity. A wooden hollow space containing my lullaby, vibrating to the fluctuation of iron threads.
The rain is beating his own volatile rhythym and I'm spinning around dancing, dancing my feet splashing, while I disturb the melody. And I blend in.
And everything I am is reflected in the music.
And I breathe it, breathe it. I inhale it's beauty. The beauty of dust particles dancing around in midstair, moving to their own, soundless music.
The soft harp, touching my h
Called the general
As the sun rose
On the brisk autumn morning,
The sun blinding us all.
“We’ll be meeting the enemy,”
Boomed his voice,
“So raise your swords!
And ready your shields!”
With my sword in my right hand,
And my shield in my left,
I try to get ready and raised,
But they both fall to the ground.
The rest of the army marches forward,
And shields ready,
Leaving me behind.
I can’t pick up my sword
Can’t pick up my shield,
For they’re both made
Of the words I haven’t written yet.
I pack up and head for home,
For what good is a soldier
Without her weapons?
What good is a writer
Without her words?
I say my goodbyes to the field
Where I would’ve been a hero
When the dragon flies over me,
Her thin scales pricked with arrows
From the archers of my army.
I follow the dragon
And her graceful glide,
And I’m grateful
For her wingspan’s shadow
To keep the sun from my eye
Is all that I see anymore,
Thoughts of you...
My memories can never be taken from me
And what we had will never fade,
This is the one promise I can make
In all confidence that it is not a lie...
Like all of the wordless lies I tell,
As I am forced to pretend every day...
That it doesn't hurt anymore
That I'm completely over you
That I never really cared about you
That I don't love you with all of my soul
That if I had only one wish in all the world,
It wouldn't be for you...
The faintest trace
Scrapes across my heart...
And it's like fiery daggers
Digging into old wounds,
The searing pain will never die...
It is in this way
That we find eternity...
sticking my nose into some shabby thrift-store sweater and inhaling like it belongs to you (ridiculous, you're far too skinny for that)(stickboy)(legs like antlers)
(be, my beatitude?)
For there is nothing to describe, the beauty deep within.
Where meaning has no meaning, for its definition does not exist.
Where the past is in the Past, for no one remembers what has been done,
for nothing has been said.
Inspiration is a withering rose, ideas are a shooting star, passions are a dying flame,
Because there is nothing that can spread or fuel its vitality.
There is a world I know, where emotions are all dead,
for no one knows how to say the words,
'I. Love. You.'
Chapter 3: Morning after
Lee awakened early by the sound of birds singing loudly outside of the room he was in. First he felt somehow confused where he was and what he had done last night as his memory and senses kicked in. The first thing he noticed about himself while getting up was that he was naked, his body covered only by the silk blankets they slept under after an arduous night. His movements raised her from her slumber, for he pulled accidentally the blankets from her away.
Mm Nekomatas hand reached for the blanket.
Suddenly, he felt ashamed, somehow, but also surprisingly comfortable. I woke up with a girl by my side Then he noticed immediately that she was naked as well. Gods, what an astonishing beauty she was
Mm give me the blanket, lazy bone! Without a warning, Nekomata awakened completely and sat up immediately, pulling back her blanket. A smile appear