Painted Butterflies
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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1,006
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Painted Butterflies
"You're beautiful."
Silence replied.
"I love your stature... You're physique... Even when you wear that large coat..."
Irritated silence replied.
"You look much better when you are not wearing it, of course, but the mystery of what could lie just under a thin layer of murky grey is enchanting... Now, if you would just take off those pants..."
"Sai."
"Yes?"
For reasons unknown to himself, the independent, lonely, walking shadow assented to the suggestion of having company while insect watching. 'It'd only be for two hours', Sakura had assured with those wholly cerulean gems of hers, that he, unfortunately, could never refuse. So, thus, he found himself attempting, once again, to locate a rare, golden butterfly, that for whatever reason stirred up arousing and horrifying memories in the pit of his stomach and the depth of his appendage that shall be left unmentioned. His kikaichu, as equally unfortunate, would only search for the insect while his coat was off, thus allowing this spectator to view a form of himself he had not allowed many: him shirtless.
"Please, refrain from making any unnecessary noise or movement. I am not sure of the nature of this butterfly, and need silence and stealth to find it." His friend-for-the-day was making his effort ridiculous.
"How big is your penis?"
Scratch that - hopeless.
With another aggravated sigh of discontent, Shino opted to refuse the question for the sixth time that morning. He had tried before several times in the evening to locate the allusive creature, so morning seemed the next best bet. To his misfortunes, this was the exact time Sakura needed to run errands and couldn't entertain the overtly blunt, but obliviously kind comrade. Had he not been spotted by the strawberry kunoichi, he wouldn't have had to bear the intimate questions that this shinobi could not seem to grasp as INTIMATE. He damned himself for being as shy as Hinata sometimes...
Hold that thought...
Fully spread across the earth, body shimmering from the dew-covered greenery and the mist-filled air, Shino carefully inched his way to the sight of one stand alone Morning Light - a prized and unique member of the Oleaceae family (commonly known for olives, lilacs and jasmines), it stood tall, one single stalk opening its flower to the sky, the white of its petals so radiant that it appeared to shine. This flower only bloomed in the morning, and somehow retreated back to the belly of the bush it always stood in, a jasmine bush. 'A gift from god' it certainly was, for, delicately hovering amongst the cloud white petals, vibrant and contrasting against the myrtle backdrop, existed the long-awaited for golden beauty that excited this insect watcher to no end. He crept close, body shivering in the ecstasy of knowing that only feet away was the butterfly that he had been searching a year for, nearly everyday for two or three hours. With in a godly amount of meters was the creature that had alluded him time and time again, awaken him at night, and kept his mind racing every calm moment that he walked through a forest. But, here, in the Valley of Death shined the greatest form of life that he had ever seen. Pure golden fragile wings gently basked in the increasing sunlight breaking through the canopy, soaking in the warmth and pristine air that only such a creature could possess. Now only two agonizing feet away, he felt as though he could simply reach out and grab it. But, that posed his problem. Most of his kikaichu were far from his current location, and he hadn't any means of actually capturing this glorious specimen. So, he lied there, under his year-long victorious opponent, up a creek without a paddle, or a bottle, or even the perfect angle to use his hands. If not for the fact that shinobi don't cry, he would have burst into tears like the miserable baby he felt like.
"Shino!"
Running from god-knows-where-Shino-left-him, the bustling stomping reverberated through the soft soil, into the roots and up the curving branches of the bush, jumping onto the stalk of the Morning Light, screaming into the petals, and finally, around the thin legs of the golden butterfly. Spooked by the shaking flower, the insect's natural instincts kicked in, commanding the body to do one thing, and one thing only.
Fly.
It flew away.
Shino stared at the empty Morning Light.
"Shino!"
Shino stared at the empty Morning Light.
"SHINO!"
Shino stared at the empty Morning Light.
"Shino, can you hear me?!"
"WHAT IN FUCKING GOD'S NAME DO YOU WANT?!"
"........"
The echo resounded through the forest, begging the question time and time again before it faded into the silent rage of Shino, who sprung up from the earth's floor, kunai inches from the ingrate's jugular.
"........"
Dropping a scroll to the ground, the forever smiling, until this point, shinobi walked in the direction from whence he came, never noticing the kunai at his neck. Unsure of what else to do, Shino stormed in the other direction, opposite the intruder, grasping the scroll as he turned. Even if Sai had made him lose his prize, he wouldn't allow Sai to do the same.
Silence replied.
"I love your stature... You're physique... Even when you wear that large coat..."
Irritated silence replied.
"You look much better when you are not wearing it, of course, but the mystery of what could lie just under a thin layer of murky grey is enchanting... Now, if you would just take off those pants..."
"Sai."
"Yes?"
For reasons unknown to himself, the independent, lonely, walking shadow assented to the suggestion of having company while insect watching. 'It'd only be for two hours', Sakura had assured with those wholly cerulean gems of hers, that he, unfortunately, could never refuse. So, thus, he found himself attempting, once again, to locate a rare, golden butterfly, that for whatever reason stirred up arousing and horrifying memories in the pit of his stomach and the depth of his appendage that shall be left unmentioned. His kikaichu, as equally unfortunate, would only search for the insect while his coat was off, thus allowing this spectator to view a form of himself he had not allowed many: him shirtless.
"Please, refrain from making any unnecessary noise or movement. I am not sure of the nature of this butterfly, and need silence and stealth to find it." His friend-for-the-day was making his effort ridiculous.
"How big is your penis?"
Scratch that - hopeless.
With another aggravated sigh of discontent, Shino opted to refuse the question for the sixth time that morning. He had tried before several times in the evening to locate the allusive creature, so morning seemed the next best bet. To his misfortunes, this was the exact time Sakura needed to run errands and couldn't entertain the overtly blunt, but obliviously kind comrade. Had he not been spotted by the strawberry kunoichi, he wouldn't have had to bear the intimate questions that this shinobi could not seem to grasp as INTIMATE. He damned himself for being as shy as Hinata sometimes...
Hold that thought...
Fully spread across the earth, body shimmering from the dew-covered greenery and the mist-filled air, Shino carefully inched his way to the sight of one stand alone Morning Light - a prized and unique member of the Oleaceae family (commonly known for olives, lilacs and jasmines), it stood tall, one single stalk opening its flower to the sky, the white of its petals so radiant that it appeared to shine. This flower only bloomed in the morning, and somehow retreated back to the belly of the bush it always stood in, a jasmine bush. 'A gift from god' it certainly was, for, delicately hovering amongst the cloud white petals, vibrant and contrasting against the myrtle backdrop, existed the long-awaited for golden beauty that excited this insect watcher to no end. He crept close, body shivering in the ecstasy of knowing that only feet away was the butterfly that he had been searching a year for, nearly everyday for two or three hours. With in a godly amount of meters was the creature that had alluded him time and time again, awaken him at night, and kept his mind racing every calm moment that he walked through a forest. But, here, in the Valley of Death shined the greatest form of life that he had ever seen. Pure golden fragile wings gently basked in the increasing sunlight breaking through the canopy, soaking in the warmth and pristine air that only such a creature could possess. Now only two agonizing feet away, he felt as though he could simply reach out and grab it. But, that posed his problem. Most of his kikaichu were far from his current location, and he hadn't any means of actually capturing this glorious specimen. So, he lied there, under his year-long victorious opponent, up a creek without a paddle, or a bottle, or even the perfect angle to use his hands. If not for the fact that shinobi don't cry, he would have burst into tears like the miserable baby he felt like.
"Shino!"
Running from god-knows-where-Shino-left-him, the bustling stomping reverberated through the soft soil, into the roots and up the curving branches of the bush, jumping onto the stalk of the Morning Light, screaming into the petals, and finally, around the thin legs of the golden butterfly. Spooked by the shaking flower, the insect's natural instincts kicked in, commanding the body to do one thing, and one thing only.
Fly.
It flew away.
Shino stared at the empty Morning Light.
"Shino!"
Shino stared at the empty Morning Light.
"SHINO!"
Shino stared at the empty Morning Light.
"Shino, can you hear me?!"
"WHAT IN FUCKING GOD'S NAME DO YOU WANT?!"
"........"
The echo resounded through the forest, begging the question time and time again before it faded into the silent rage of Shino, who sprung up from the earth's floor, kunai inches from the ingrate's jugular.
"........"
Dropping a scroll to the ground, the forever smiling, until this point, shinobi walked in the direction from whence he came, never noticing the kunai at his neck. Unsure of what else to do, Shino stormed in the other direction, opposite the intruder, grasping the scroll as he turned. Even if Sai had made him lose his prize, he wouldn't allow Sai to do the same.