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Little piece of the next chapter of “Amaryllis”. I guess all this cold and snow is making me feel nostalgic.

When the moon raised its tired head above the horizon, he stood in the threshold of her apartment. A seagull screeched past outside. For a moment, he thought he heard her let out a sigh from somewhere behind him.

But when he turned, almost foolishly, he later realized, he understood that of course she wouldn’t be there. Of course. She was across a far ocean, treading on distant sands. As he turned his gaze back to the darkened room, he was struck with the memory of her in the seating area.

Her white jacket draped carelessly over her shoulders, she reached for a mango from the fruit bowl. The oval fruit slipped past her fingers, landing on the tile with a heavy thud. It rolled slowly, eventually coming to a stop at his feet. The mango was the color of sunrise as he held it in his palm.

Itachi shook his head against the stray memory. In the end, he couldn’t remember what he had said to her. But she had smiled, the warm colors of the tropical sun seeping in through the windows to color her cheeks.

Now the room was silent. The servants had covered the furniture with plain sheets. A few dry leaves had managed to sneak in through the windows.

“I love the way the sea smells in the summer, Itachi,” she had once told him in this very room.

He had never seen her eyes look so soft before. Never heard the tinge of melancholy in her words before.

She had recently written him a long letter. Perhaps the distance had made her more poetic. But at the very end, she had said,

I think you would like it here. I wish you were here to watch the stars with me.

He traced the letters with the tip of his fingers from start to finish. 

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I did something sweet and cute because babies are the cutest and like two of my friends are pregnant right now and I'm just so happy to make stuffed animals and be an auntie TTuTT

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New oneshot up. Enjoy.

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I decided to post it.  Because it's cute.  Here's the short companion piece to Entropy. Enjoy.

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I'm finished with that heavily hinted-at sequel to Entropy and I'm still not 100% sure if I want to publish it or not.  Regardless, here's a preview under the cut:

Some nights, usually in the summer when the weather’s nice, we’ll all sit on the back porch and just stay there doing nothing.  Mom will cut up peaches and stick little toothpicks in them.  And then, if we pretend we’re tired, Mom lets us put our heads in her lap and then we’ll pretend that we’re sleeping.  Mom is the best doctor in the whole village so she knows that we’re not really sleeping.  That’s how Itachi and I always used to get in trouble for staying up late talking, even if we were lying in bed.

But Mom lets us pretend then.  And then she’ll talk with Dad about a bunch of things.  Sometimes they talk about what it was like to be Genin together with Naruto -jii-chan.  Or they’ll talk about being on rotation together as ANBU.  I think Mom likes to talk about after the war the best, though.  She laughs a lot and I can hear Dad laughing too.  They talk about the hospital and dates and even about the people that they remember.

They don’t really like to talk about being Chunin together, though.  It makes Mom and Dad sad, I think.  From what Mom’s told us, I know that Dad wasn’t around when she was a Chunin.  Itachi asked once if that was because he was on a mission.  Because Dad is away on missions a lot and we always miss him then.

I remember what she was doing when she told us that.  Mom was sitting in the living room healing our scratches from training.  We were practicing punching wooden stumps at the Academy.  And then Mom got really quiet for a second.

“Your dad wasn’t on a mission.  He was lost,” she finally said.

“Lost?  Like that time Izuna and I got lost on the way back from Grandpa’s house?” Itachi asked. 

“No.  Your dad was lost for a long, long time.  But he found his way home eventually.  And then he stopped being lost,” Mom said.

Itachi and I don’t really get what she means by that.  Dad never gets lost.  If we go anywhere in the village with Dad, he always knows where he’s going.  Even if it’s late at night, we don’t get scared because Dad gets us home safely.  But I think that when adults say things that sound like they make sense, but don’t, means that they’re actually talking about something else.  I think it’s one of those things that I’ll have to ask Mom again in a few years when I understand things better.

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New prompt. This one's quick and kind of shallow but these are pretty nice to churn out too.

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Apparently, by 'later tonight", I meant in like half an hour. Fair warning, this is a sad one. Blame the Samurai Champloo soundtrack. 

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This is beautiful on so many levels, and it is written so well. I absolutely loved the dynamics between Sasuke and Sakura, and the way Sakura's life is so realistically portrayed. Details.

Also the characterization of Sasuke makes me sigh wistfully.

I got drawn in.

It just... It's the kind of story that stays.

Thank you, silver-footsteps!