100 Flavors: Light

Alone, in a dark empty void free from light and sound. She was there, bare and flesh, her long golden hair blowing gently, even though there was no wind. Her closed eye lashes barely grazed her pale radiant skin. She was lit like the moon. It was pure radiance and beauty that stood in the black void. The necklace she wore around her neck illuminated blindingly as she gripped her shoulders tightly. She was shaking. She was afraid of it. Of what? I don’t know, but every time I felt the desire to stop her from being that terrified. A creature so bewitching should not be act like that. I approached her slowly from behind and embraced her bare flesh against my own naked body. She made a small gasp, and the necklace faded away, consumed by the darkness. She said nothing as we stood, her hands never moved from her shoulders. I kept holding her. As if afraid the moment I let go, she would dissipate from my fingers. After what seems like an eternity of clinging to this last hope of light, she would turn back to me. Then, she would always say, in a sad, eerie, barely auditable voice,

“Why go so far for me, Stranger…..?” I blink once, and she’s gone.
I gave a sharp cry and quickly sat up. I examined my surroundings. A slightly ajar door stood directly across from me, a desk filled with paperwork, and a locked door to my right. The alarm clock by my bedside said 3:09AM….. no, 3:10AM. I glanced outside the window right next to my bedside. Rain trailed down the glass as thunder sounded outside. It was raining rather hard, and it didn’t look ready to let up anytime soon. I sighed deeply and ran my hand through my long dark hair. I sat up and set my head on my knees in a stretch, groaning at the action. I then lowered myself back into bed and brushed a few strands of loose hair out of my eyes with my hand. Another dream.
I dreamt about her a lot lately.

It must have been that idiot Hidan putting thoughts of the past into my head. Every night it was always the same dream. I rubbed my hand over my eyes tiredly. That damn idiot. Getting me thinking about her. I turned my head and looked outside the window again. It was pelting down hard, shading my entire room with a grayish dark blue light. I never closed my blinds when I slept. I was a light sleeper, but I often worked myself so hard that I just blacked out when it came to sleeping and awoke only five or so hours later, feeling refreshed. I looked at my clock again. I only got an hour of sleep. No wonder I was still tired. I yawned and rolled over and stretched. I groaned at the action. My stitches always were sore in the morning when I awoke. I really hated it. It just reminded me of how old I really am.

I closed my eyes, trying to get comfortable again. I didn’t really want to get back to work just yet. I was still rather tired. Sure, I say that, but try as I could; I couldn’t get back to sleep. No matter what position I attempted, I just gave a low groan and turned the other way. I sighed and eventually gave up on trying to get comfortable.  I stared blankly at the rain trailing down the window. Thunder sounded once again outside. I stared blankly at the droplets rolling down my window. I let the noise of the rain fill my room.

Damn you Hidan. Putting thoughts of her into my head…Making it so I can’t sleep at night.

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It took about five minutes alone with my insomnia that I sighed and regretted blaming Hidan. It wasn’t the retard’s fault this time. I’ve been missing her for awhile now. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be talking to Hidan of all people about her.
Although Hidan laughed at me for our mismatched relationship, I knew he was right. That must be why I love her so much.

Tsunade had to go through a lot of pain and heartache in her life. She lost her brother and her fiancé to the war and her own teammate betrayed her village. When I think of how she overcame her hardships to become Hokage, it makes me oddly jealous. I would never want to be a Kage of anything. For the very idea disgusts me that someone would put that much faith in the village. I remember when she used to be like that too. Hateful at the Leaf and all the villages for claiming all she held dear to her. However, something changed her mind. She never told me what it was. All I know is, her life changed around for the better because of it. When I think about how her life went, it’s nearly a mirror reflection of mine. She could have been a bitter mean-spirited person all her life, instead of the Legendary Fifth Hokage. She could have been something like me, rather than… well, her.

I sighed. How could our lives be so similar, and yet so different?