The Story of a Love

Translation
reader_font_size
reader_line_height
reader_width

How it started

How it started

I was on my way home, back to Suna.
Only now, in retrospect, do I realize how careless I actually was. I had hardly paid attention to the way and so I did not notice anything from my pursuers.
I was too confused.
Confused by my feelings.
My feelings that had been disappointed.
I mean I loved him, I actually fell in love with Shikamaru Nara back then!
It was clear that this would not end well.
After all, he was three years younger and he was still Chu-Nin, and to top it all off, he was still a Konoha-Nin! Three reasons not to fall in love with him and yet I did it, if someone had asked me how, then I could only have answered: I don't know!
Because that's how it was! I fell in love with that idiot!
But there was a problem, after all, one love takes two, but I was alone with my love.
Alone and lonely like a butterfly.
Because what I felt for him he would never feel for me.This realization came when I saw him with her. Together with Ino Yamanaka.
It hit me like a slap in the face.
I was just on the way to the Hoka building when I saw the two of them: holding hands, giggling, looking each other in love and ... kissing! It was cruel to watch it and yet I decided to bravely go on and not show my pain to anyone.
No sooner said than done, I fulfilled my assignment by handing over the requested papers from Suna to the Hokage and then hurriedly made my way back to Suna.
Heartbroken and hazy thoughts.
But one thing was clear to me I had to forget him.
He was happy with someone else, I had to accept that and I did. I pushed him out of my heart and there was just a single emptiness out of my head.
A void that also made careless and so it came as it had to come. My pursuers attacked me.
Normally it would have been no problem for me to finish them off, but my inattention had given them an advantage, because even before I could reach for my fan, two strong arms held my wrists, squeezed them and caused one to break.A disgusting crack could be heard and the pain was almost unbearable. "Where do you have the documents?" a harsh voice asked me. What kind of documents? I thought to myself and replied that I didn't have any documents with me.
I was hit in the face.
Darkness enveloped me as I went to the ground.
I did not notice anything of my rescue.
Those are the only memories I still had from yesterday.
And of course the one from my meeting with Itachi.
Itachi.
While I think about him I have the feeling in my stomach again that I used to feel when I thought of Shikamaru.
But this love was not allowed to be either.
He is and remains a nuke-nin after all.
And there was also the question, could someone like him love at all?

***End
And again not very long and also no ita x tema, but I promise one thing, the next but one kappi will be really nice and loooong and it will be teeming with ita x tema ^^heal temari-03