Luna looked up at the older woman and nodded. “Oh, hello, Tsukiko-chan! Are you here for the baby too?”
Kushina looked down at the tiny girl in the hallway, coming to an ungainly stop before she accidentally ran over the daughter of her best friend. (Suddenly, the door looked a lot more ominous…) The blond man nodded slowly and tried not to flinch as another agonized groan came from within. “NOTHING is more important than this, especially not a stuffy Council meeting!” The woman stopped dragging the blond man when they came to the door. “Kushina, I was in the middle of an important meeting…” The man being pulled along by the redhead huffed. “Come ON, Minato! Mikoto is giving birth, dattebane!” ‘Appeared’ denotes that it was a fairly normal entrance, so perhaps ‘exploded’ would be a better word. She was just putting the final touches on her picture of the skylark in flight when two people appeared in the hallway. Pencilstrokes traced the outline of feathers with certainty, caressing the shape of a skylark in flight, and the drawing appeared steadily, details emerging as the pencil moved from wide sweeping lines to lighter precision work. Luna took out her sketchbook and began to draw.
Then came the muffled groans and the scent of blood. Itachi got up and offered a hand to Luna, which she took, and they went inside to eat.Ī scream sounded from inside the room. She made space for him, and he sat down and watched her as she in turn watched the sun.īreakfast sounds: the hiss of the rice as it steamed, the eggs in the pan, wood against wood as the table was set. ) She turned and smiled, and he gave her a small quirk of his lips as he drew closer. (Already he had learned to vanish his footsteps, those noises inadvertently made already he was half-ghost, and sometimes Luna needed the solidity of touch to assure herself that he was real. Her brother approached, silent cat steps.
She giggled softly, absurdly happy-but what happiness is truly absurd?-and leaned back, against the step, relaxing her curled body and savoring the warmth of the new day. Luna said goodbyes to the moon and to the vanishing stars, and hellos to the now visible clouds and the sun, who said hello back by showering her with golden light. She could feel her family inside the house start to stir, almost painfully aware of the rawness of chakra (if magic was a satisfied cat, then chakra was a cold, sharp mountain wind, tearing at her nerves with a fresh vivacity.) The first gradual lightening of the sky brushed away some of the darkness, and with it the stars. She breathed, feeling the chill of the night threading through her lungs, and let her mind go till her thoughts were only her senses-the smoothness of the wood, the sting of the air, the warmth of her body. There she sat, small body folding itself smaller, knees bent to her chest and arms around them, and gazed up at the disappearing stars. The wooden floor groaned underneath her feet as she padded out to the veranda. She rose when the house was quiet, the shrouded darkness seeping out from corners where the celestial lights could not reach. Luna would always wake before the sun and wait patiently for it to rise.
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