Oyasumi | By : midii Category: Naruto > General Views: 974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was another regular late summer evening in Konohagakure. The sky was overcast in a light grey, almost violet in spots where the clouds thinned out and the darkening sky peeked through. It had been raining on and off all day, and it had been doing so for nearly a week, all of which had been spent outdoors on a long mission. It was like the small storm followed them all the way back home.
Week old rain easily put a damper on even the brightest of faces with no chance to bathe.
The thought made a youth at a doorway shudder as a pale hand grasped the door and pulled it open. Tired feet paused on old wood to toe off blue sandals, leaving them in the entryway as bare feet stepped further into the dim house with a quiet call.
"Tadiama~"
The voice was soft enough to catch the attention of anyone who was awake, but also not to disturb anyone who might be asleep. Growing up with a decently-sized family, it had taken some time to perfect such a tone, but perfected it was. All was quiet in the house, though, and a small sigh escaped pale lips before the sound of feet shuffling across the floor broke the silence, along with the faint creaking of stairs along the way to the second floor.
A small stomach gave a noise of protest, since the kitchen was on the first floor and it hadn't had food yet that day, but it was ignored as the feet continued up the steps. Once the hand ran out of rail, it slid thin fingers over the familiar walls instead, not tapping, just sliding... Tapping might wake someone.
First, the master bedroom. Even if the parents of the house were asleep, sometimes the youth would step in and do just a little organizing. They didn't get to clean much themselves these days, and with these missions, niether did the young ninja. It didn't take long, though, it never did. Barely even a clink of sound was made as soft feet padded through the room, adjusting the sheets, dusting the shelves, making sure the closet door was shut...
A tiny smile.
Their father was such a strict man. He always had been. But he so often forgot to make sure the closet door stayed closed. The thing liked to pop back open every once in a while. Sometimes, though, it seemed like their father planned on that. Just to keep anyone who passed by that closet on their toes.
It sounded like something their father would do.
Turning at the door, the small, dark figure gave a quiet bow, whispering into the slumbering quiet very carefully.
"Oyasumi."
Next, the room across the hall. Small, pale feet paused at the doorway, and there was a tentative silence, as there always was when anyone came up to this room. Still, a careful hand nudged the door open with as little sound as possible, and curious eyes peeked in, relaxing when nothing in the room gave any acknowledgement to the intrusion. Like with the first room, careful feet slid over the cool wood on the floor, and while the pale hands touched much less in this room than in the last, there wasn't much in this room to be rearranging and tidying. The bed, though, as always for some reason, was a bit of a mess.
As pale fingers slid over dark grey fabric, folding the top of the blanket over and tucking it under the pair of pillows, a light sound plinked against the window, then another. The fingers twitched, and then paused in their chore. Dark eyes lifted to the dresser and just above it, where a grey sky quietly fell apart into hundreds of light, small drops that steadily grew into millions of fat, heavy ones. Thin lips pulled into a small smirk.
...He likes his window to be open when it rains. He likes the sound of it.
A few slow, almost careful steps, and the window was in reach, deft fingers unlatching and pushing it open slightly, enough to let the soft whisper of the rain fill the room, but not enough to let any of the water in. The room already felt a few degrees cooler. A shiver racked through a thin frame, and bare feet turned from the window, padding back to the side of the bed to straighten the sheets out, then continuing on towards the door.
A pause noticable even in the near-silence.
"...Oyasuminasai, nii-san."
When the door was closed, it was only done so halfway. Enough so warmth stayed in the rest of the house even while the faint sound of the rain permeated through the opening.
When coming upon the last room, nothing was adjusted; nothing was touched. A small body simply slid under thin, though soft dark sheets, a head of dark hair laid itself against a pillow, and pale eyelids closed over heavy eyes.
Uchiha Sasuke fell asleep in the dark, serene house, where he grew up in the same way.
Alone.
(( A/N: I know. No sex. Not even a second character. But I had the idea and it wouldn't leave me alone. =_= Sasubutt's got a hard-knock life, yo. He must angst OMGSOHARD. *emo* My japanese sucks, I'm probably not wording things right, but hey. I'll learn eventually. Thanks for reading! ))
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