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Sunday, January 20, 2013

One Day at a Time

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters and make no money from this.

Day Twenty-Four: Too Long, Too Silent

Once more, he was brought food. Once more, he never acknowledged the presence of the still trembling man. The only sounds that reached his ears were that of his own breathing, his own movements and the steps of Shakes whenever he came in. The jonin did his best to keep track of how long he was confined by himself, if his memory served him well, this was the fourth day already.

There had been many occasions where he had been away from Sakura for four days. Most of which either of them had been on solo missions, sometimes even for weeks. In these instances, he had missed her, more often than not more than he liked to admit. The feisty woman's presence had become a must for the Copy Nin, a part of his routine that he enjoyed. For a long time, he had paid it little attention, giving the girl some of his time whenever she requested it to humor her, but over the years he ended up seeking her company as well.

With a grunt of frustration, he got to his feet so he could pace around the room and shake the stiffness out of his limbs. Each step he took only seemed to add a layer to the madness that threatened to overtake him. The goal of this seperation was clear to the Copy Nin, to make him worry so deeply about his teammate that he would give in.

If only he could. Doing so would ruin all that she had worked for in the past three weeks, all that she had sacrificed for the sake of this mission. There was no way that he would do that to her, unless it was the only way to save her life. He had considered the option seriously, and might even have done it, if it hadn't meant breaking the trust Sakura had in him.

As he walked in circles in his little prison, he fidgeted, creating as much noise as he could to fill the emptiness that surrounded him. The sounds weren't much, but they nonetheless helped to retain what was left of his sanity. A curse found its way past his lips as he thought of how many times he'd felt on the verge of losing his mind, feeling like the next event would be the last straw for him.

Yet, every time, he returned home as he had left. Damaged, wanting nothing more but his bed, but alive and clinically sane. What would it take to break the famous Copy Cat? Even he couldn't answer that question, but he had a hunch that if his partner didn't make it back safe and sound, it just might be it. Or maybe, deep down, he could be so cruel and aloof as to get over it. Didn't they say that anything was possible?

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