[Art Fic] Naruto: Shikamaru & Asuma
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Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Nara Shikamaru, Sarutobi Asuma
Rating/Words: G / 93 words for fanart
Author's Note: There's something about this picture that seems sad in a surreal way, maybe it's the colors or the expressions on Shikamaru's and Asuma's face - either way, I obviously went and twisted things around again. I'm beginning to wonder if my "art fics" are ever going to be straightforward. ^^;
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The smoke curls, a stream of haze twisting up into the space between them. He waits for the sting in his eyes to come but there is none, and the air feels oddly bereft without its usual sharp bite of tobacco burning.
"Are you real?"
There is no answer, and he can't quite bring himself to blink.
"Kurenai misses you," he says.
A tear slips down the side of his face, and Shikamaru thinks maybe he can smell the bitter tang of cigarette smoke after all.
We miss you, he wants to say.
Characters: Nara Shikamaru, Sarutobi Asuma
Rating/Words: G / 93 words for fanart
Author's Note: There's something about this picture that seems sad in a surreal way, maybe it's the colors or the expressions on Shikamaru's and Asuma's face - either way, I obviously went and twisted things around again. I'm beginning to wonder if my "art fics" are ever going to be straightforward. ^^;
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The smoke curls, a stream of haze twisting up into the space between them. He waits for the sting in his eyes to come but there is none, and the air feels oddly bereft without its usual sharp bite of tobacco burning.
"Are you real?"
There is no answer, and he can't quite bring himself to blink.
"Kurenai misses you," he says.
A tear slips down the side of his face, and Shikamaru thinks maybe he can smell the bitter tang of cigarette smoke after all.
We miss you, he wants to say.