Scars

I'm familiar with all her scars, some faint enough I could easily miss them in the dim light if I didn't know they are there. Some more obvious, her skin creating a bumpy line on the surface, the pads of my fingers could trace them, reminding me of the time that those more serious cuts have made me cringed. But then they all became scars later—a sign that she survived.

But the one I'm staring at will never form into a scar. A straight line much like the hand of a clock that sets the minutes I have with her as more of her life's fluid leaves her.

"I love you," I whisper, unplugging the kunai embedded on her chest. The red thick liquid then gushes out and soaks her yukata as I wordlessly put the kunai in her hand, fisting her fingers around the hilt, beseeching her to do it.

The most outstanding will be the one that would never heal, the one that wouldn't form a scab, the one that wouldn't become a scar. Shikamaru silently asks me with his eyes to carve him such a wound.

"I love you too, Ass," I mutter and with the last of my strength, I throw the kunai away. I know we had a deal. We will die together in this war. But… his wound, not visible at all, should be allowed to become a scar, a sign that he survives…me.

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~5 31 12AF~

A/N: This is going to be my comeback fic. If I can upload this it means I'm not banned anymore. So yeah FFN banned me temporarily from publishing aside from removing two of my older fics because of the word 'bitch' on the title and/or summary. Since I seesaw from feeling overly pissed to not so pissed, you can guess what mood I'm in when I wrote this.

Anyway, I'll be re-uploading "Temari is not a Bitch" under a different title obviously and I'll just be removing the word 'bitch' from the summary of "It was Shikamaru's reputation's fault, I say". It would take some time though since I'm not overly happy at the moment.

Oh well review.