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[June 1] [Naruto ] diffusivity
Title: diffusivity
Day/Theme: June 1 / wind chimes moved by solar winds
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Team Kurenai
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Ever had a day when every crazy thing that could possibly have happened did happen to traipse past your slack, slightly quivering jaw? What with the whirlwind of happenings, you could but blink wearily in desperate attempt to trap reality and what do you know —day’s over. The only thing you could then do was to stand absolutely still and allow the world to drift back into place, for the minutely orchestrated plan of your life, for its rituals, to settle back to its rightful places.
Hinata felt so.
But it was also bone-deep exhaustion that caged her in that serene motionlessness. Steadily, her mind and body recuperated from the ravages of stress and exhilaration, the heart-gripping mixture of tension and excitement that swaddled the caliber of missions she and her team were given nowadays. A geography-altering avalanche, the tantalizing Aurora Borealis, the trek through the domain of polar bears... How could they wonder why even she found the ninja’s life irresistible?
Beside her, she could feel her teammates stir subtly, breathe. The three males were doing as she was doing, though Akamaru and Kiba were more subdued than usual; the air of the wayside, near-deserted temple was too solemn for their usual means of unwinding. It was silent but for the elusive tinkling that nudged her eyes open.
“Is that that windchime I’m hearing?” Kiba asked suspiciously.
“No,” came Shino’s reply. “It appears to be broken.”
“I can hear it and it’s definitely coming from there,” the chuunin retorted with asperity.
“Then there was no point in posing the inquiry, was there?”
Kiba ignored him. “And there’s hardly any wind tonight, right Akamaru?”
The dog barked an affirmative.
A profound pause.
“Come to think of it,” Kiba continued thoughtfully. “What makes the wind blow, anyway?”
“The sun,” murmured Hinata, but was too tired to further explain.
“But it’s night time.”
“And that wind chime is broken,” said Shino.
“What does the wind chime have to do with anything?” Kiba was irritated. “It probably just looks broken, but it’s not ‘coz obviously its making a sound.”
“The sun’s on the other side of the earth. Just because you fail to see something doesn’t negate the said object’s existence nor influence in the world it’s in.”
Kiba made a quizzical sound.
“Hinata, for instance. What drives Hinata now? What is her inspiration? Is it necessarily something we touch and see and feel everyday?”
“Stop being so cryptic.”
“Then stop waxing philosophy.”
“Come to think of it,” Kiba continued. “ What does drive you, Hinata? You were awesome today ”
“The proper pronoun should be ‘who,’ in that pointless question. ”
Startled, Hinata sat up gingerly, turning her pale wide eyes to the hidden ones of her teammate. “W-who?” she stuttered. “Shino-kun–”
Kiba was grinning at her. “You don’t have to answer that,” he said impishly. “We already know.”
The fourteen year-old kunoichi laughed instead, the crimson on her cheeks and the bantering of her friends the perfectly mundane capping to a day of insanity.
~May 29, evening
Day/Theme: June 1 / wind chimes moved by solar winds
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Team Kurenai
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Ever had a day when every crazy thing that could possibly have happened did happen to traipse past your slack, slightly quivering jaw? What with the whirlwind of happenings, you could but blink wearily in desperate attempt to trap reality and what do you know —day’s over. The only thing you could then do was to stand absolutely still and allow the world to drift back into place, for the minutely orchestrated plan of your life, for its rituals, to settle back to its rightful places.
Hinata felt so.
But it was also bone-deep exhaustion that caged her in that serene motionlessness. Steadily, her mind and body recuperated from the ravages of stress and exhilaration, the heart-gripping mixture of tension and excitement that swaddled the caliber of missions she and her team were given nowadays. A geography-altering avalanche, the tantalizing Aurora Borealis, the trek through the domain of polar bears... How could they wonder why even she found the ninja’s life irresistible?
Beside her, she could feel her teammates stir subtly, breathe. The three males were doing as she was doing, though Akamaru and Kiba were more subdued than usual; the air of the wayside, near-deserted temple was too solemn for their usual means of unwinding. It was silent but for the elusive tinkling that nudged her eyes open.
“Is that that windchime I’m hearing?” Kiba asked suspiciously.
“No,” came Shino’s reply. “It appears to be broken.”
“I can hear it and it’s definitely coming from there,” the chuunin retorted with asperity.
“Then there was no point in posing the inquiry, was there?”
Kiba ignored him. “And there’s hardly any wind tonight, right Akamaru?”
The dog barked an affirmative.
A profound pause.
“Come to think of it,” Kiba continued thoughtfully. “What makes the wind blow, anyway?”
“The sun,” murmured Hinata, but was too tired to further explain.
“But it’s night time.”
“And that wind chime is broken,” said Shino.
“What does the wind chime have to do with anything?” Kiba was irritated. “It probably just looks broken, but it’s not ‘coz obviously its making a sound.”
“The sun’s on the other side of the earth. Just because you fail to see something doesn’t negate the said object’s existence nor influence in the world it’s in.”
Kiba made a quizzical sound.
“Hinata, for instance. What drives Hinata now? What is her inspiration? Is it necessarily something we touch and see and feel everyday?”
“Stop being so cryptic.”
“Then stop waxing philosophy.”
“Come to think of it,” Kiba continued. “ What does drive you, Hinata? You were awesome today ”
“The proper pronoun should be ‘who,’ in that pointless question. ”
Startled, Hinata sat up gingerly, turning her pale wide eyes to the hidden ones of her teammate. “W-who?” she stuttered. “Shino-kun–”
Kiba was grinning at her. “You don’t have to answer that,” he said impishly. “We already know.”
The fourteen year-old kunoichi laughed instead, the crimson on her cheeks and the bantering of her friends the perfectly mundane capping to a day of insanity.
~May 29, evening