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Nagato was gone, and she had no one left.
So she resigned from her position in the Akatsuki, because there was no place for her there, not without Nagato, not without the memories.
So she folded paper instead. Because paper was the only thing left. Over and over again it would replay in her head, the fights, the blood, the death.
Every kunai throw, every life that she took. Everytime she did it for him, she did it for them. Because they were her wings, and now she couldn't fly.
She was no Angel, she had always known that, she had never thought for one moment that she was. But she wished sometimes. Wished that she could become the Angel that those people had seen. Wished that she could be good. But she kept her expression fixed, coldly calculating what was to happen next.
So she just kept folding her paper. Just kept making wishes.
Each day she made a crane and wrote a name on it's wing.
Yahiko, shouldn't have died that day.
Nagato, wasn't supposed to leave her.
Sasori, had cut his strings.
Deidara, went out with a bang.
Kakuzu, lost all his money.
Hidan, never stopped talking.
Itachi, finally got to say he was sorry.
The names kept coming, day after day. A new paper crane for each name, a new story.
Years went by, but she kept folding. Kept writing names.
And on the thousandth day, she folded her last paper crane. That day she let her paper cranes flap their wings, and go far away with her last wish. To find her wings again.
Konan, flew away.
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