Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

The Silent Ambient

By bugsly_Twig

The lights of early dawn sprinkled upon the canopies of concrete. Shades of what Lee knew as pink lemonade, tuscan sun, and cerulean were mixed together, creating a wondrous concoction of colors in the expansive sky. Void of clouds, the scenery seemed raw. This would be what he could consider nature at its finest and purest moment. It would display its true colors for those who were willing to wake up early enough, those who were willing to give up the luxury of sleeping if only to witness the fleeting beauty of reality. What he wouldn't give to be able to see such an inspiring sight every day and let it vanquish all of his doubts and fears.

However, he knew it would never be able to.

Upon the roof of his tattered house, he could meditate and prepare himself for what the day would bring. He closed his eyes. He could reflect upon his past without judgment from himself or others; nature's cruelty would be more than enough for him. With a refreshed and clear mind, his morals and motives were rechecked and stood firm. They were re-evaluated to see if they fit into the day's standards. He tended to divide them into sectors ranging from short term to long term.

Study. Graduate. Success.

While significantly lacking in terms of academic skills, he had used a majority of his spare time to study and understand as much school material as he could. He opened his eyes or what he considered to be good for nothing eyes. The eyes which no one could see but saw indefinitely. The eyes that struggled with every text or message. With an outward sigh, he grabbed his bookbag and leaped off his house via fire escape ladder.

Yet again, it was time to start another day...

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Gaara serenely gazed outside his ebony window where a sea of people rushed to their destinations and the honking of cars penetrated the air below. It was odd how rural met modern in this expansive city. Every alley, nook, and cranny held something unexpected. He rested his head on the palm of his hand as he leaned nearer to the transparent glass. Despite the awfully early time of day, sun just cutting over the horizon, the city was filled with people of all different ways of life. Travelers, shop owners, bakers, interns making sure they get their employer's morning coffee, and people of business bustled throughout the city. While each person fit neatly into their own category, Gaara was a distant observer, an astronaut who did not belong to the world.

He brought his gaze to the rising sun. It's rays of light danced along the cracks of each building before reaching his skin; the warmth caressed his arms and found its place on his cheeks. He appreciated mornings like these. Mornings where everything started with uninterrupted effort and took the proper time necessary to settle in. The soft salmon pinks commingled into the blue gradients in the sky. He had painted this scene more times than he could count. Watching the morning unfurl was always alluring to him. The separate room filled with canvases of the sunrise held testimony to that.

His clock's neon and unforgiving red numbers irately blared 6:35 am. His bed had been left unattended as it found itself in mint condition. He rubbed his eyes and once again focused on the dry and nutrient-less bags that laid underneath. Temari would only let him use her eyeliner a select few times more. He took note to invest in the product after school.

6:45.

He lazily moved to his kitchen and grabbed a small skillet from the cupboard and placed it on the stove. The eggs felt cool on his hands and even cooler when he washed and dried them. He set the stove on low and began to stir the eggs until the yolk bleed out into the egg whites and turned into a soft yellow. The aroma wafted around the house and mere seconds later, the creaking of the wooden floorboards announced his brother's arrival.