Breaking Silence

He never understood why it came so naturally to him.

Sex wasn’t something he had ever expected to experience. Naturally so- he had planned on dying long before he got a chance to become sexually active. And girls were a major distraction, anyway.

So would someone explain to him exactly what he was doing, fucking one now?

It wasn’t the first time he had sampled this particular broad- in fact, he’d almost lost count. Words describing his current situation rolled through his head in time with his thrusts. For starters, he didn’t even know where she came from-

Sloppy-

Or what her true occupation was-

Dangerous-

Even her real name-

Stupid-

And truthfully-

Unwise-

He really didn’t care.

Shuddering one last time, the girl convulsed around him, causing his own completion to rise quickly after.
He rolled off of her, to avoid crushing her smaller frame with his own. The girl sighed contentedly before stretching luxuriously.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”
He started a little at the sound of her voice. They never spoke afterwards; usually, she would just get up and leave. He had asked her once- was it the second time? Or the third?- why, and she had replied that she had been left behind so many times in her life, that she had made it a habit of being the one to do the leaving ever since. But those thoughts were fleeting as his body responded before his brain did and he nodded.
She hesitated, but finally rolled on her side to face him, still exposed to his eyes as they lay on the cheap motel bed.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have someone waiting for you at home or something?”
He lay quietly beside her, contemplating his answer. Common sense cautioned him that answering was foolish, and if he did it would be most prudent to lie. But common sense had also protested ever getting physically involved, and his heart- or what remained of it, anyway- had clearly overruled common sense then, and wasn’t above doing so now.
There was just something about her golden hair and sunny smile that reminded him of someone he trusted once, and he wanted-needed- to believe he could trust her, too.
“I have no one to go home to. I have no home.”
“Why?”
He closed his eyes. Seeing her hair in the moonlight pained him for reasons he didn’t want to ever address.
“I destroyed anyone who ever cared, and ran away to seek my dream.”
Silence reigned. Outside the room a cricket could be heard, and the steady tick of an ancient clock on the wall became dangerously lulling.

“What about you?”
The sound of his own voice in the quiet sounded surreal and unnatural, but to her credit the girl didn’t seem phased. It was as if she made it a mission to go around bedding dangerous men, and had seen it all.

For all he knew, she did.

She sighed, and it reminded him of his mother.
“I had a home once. I guess I still do. It just seems empty. Everyone who mattered left.”
Silence again. He kept expecting the familiar pattern to return; for her to rise silently and dress, wave at him without looking back and leave with a casual “ja.”
In a way he felt betrayed. Whether or not he admitted it to himself, he treasured the continuity and routine of their encounters. And now that the gloves had come off, and words tainted the silence, he both anticipated and dreaded the next inevitable question.
Sudden blue eyes locked onto his.

“If you’re alone now… Who was Naruto?”

~Fin