A scarred heart [Shikamaru love story]

The past keeps haunting me

It was a dark clouded day. The rain that kept pouring down almost made it depressing. But the silence in the forest made it looked almost peaceful. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wind, blowing through the leaves on the trees, making some fall down on the cold wet ground. Falling down on the same ground where she was standing still.

"It was just an easy mission".

They only had to deliver a scroll to a feudal lord. One, simple scroll.
But things didn't turn out as planned. The scroll contained important information.
Information people would pay for because it's value was worth much more.
And to obtain such information, people would pay to kill for it.

"It was just an easy mission, right?"

She fell down on her knees in a puddle of water, that started to turn red as time passed. His body just inches away from hers, laying dead and cold on the ground. 
She leaned over his body, brown strings of hair covered in blood from her own injuries, touching his emotionless face. Nothing could be done. His life was already gone.

Putting his head on her lap, touching the face that she loved so much, for the last time.
Tears started to fall down.
A shinobi shouldn't show their emotions during a mission.
But these emotions were just too hard.
Too painful. 
Too real.

With a short shriek Meiko woke up, drenched in her sweat. 
She looked around her surroundings. The fire was still burning, no sign of an enemy.
The rest of the camp was still the same.
Her pillow was on the sandy floor,
her green blanket was wrapped around her left leg.
Shivering and heavy breathing.
Tears rolling down the cheeks.
She wiped them away.
Another nightmare of that day.
Her fists trembled.
"Kenta.."