The Face That Stayed
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She knew it all along.
She knew the pain, she knew the loss. She knew she was going to run for her life until it would end. She knew it because she wasn't innocent anymore, nor was she pure. Because she was a kunoichi, because her hands were stained in blood.
Sometimes she got tired to wash the crimes off of her. Sometimes she didn't bother, sometimes staying alive was the only thing that mattered. Sometimes every moment was a blur, every person that she met was a waste. People around her came and went, new faces filled her days. Faces that cried for help and faces that wanted to kill her.
Until the face that stayed. It seemed he had been with her forever. Through the disappearing acquaintances, he has been the only landmark for her. The landmark that never wavered.
The landmark that she had no strings attached. She was a kunoichi and she knew the burden of losing a comrade.
And still, it was something more for her. He was something more, something that she couldn't truly define. Until she lied on the bloody ground, exhausted and jaded. Until she took the painful steps toward Konoha.
He was the reason to stay alive a little bit longer.
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A/N: My first fic in English... Please correct my mistakes, I'll be grateful! Leave a comment, tell me did you like it or not, what should I practice... :-)