the slight breeze played with silver hair as the man, stood overlooking the village he called home.
it was half ruined, only days had passed since the fox, the deamon, nightmare, had come and gone.
a sigh escaped as his mind returned to the place he had not gone since.
the world of thoughts and solitude.
and long gone memories.
his team, now all dead,except him.
Sensei.
the sun so bright, so strong, the light of the village.
Obito.
the fire,striving for acknowledgment, always trying to bring them all together.
Rin.
the warmth of the heart, so gentle yet so very, very strong
Himself.
emptiness, he was blood and ice, the blade who gave all, and lost all.
he dropped to the ground, heart breaking all over again.
they had all left, left him to try and pick up the pieces.
when he himself was scattered dust.
he let himself become numb, cold, lost.
and hiding it all.
then...
Naruto.
the small distant star, left by the death of a sun.
that bright, tiny light, hope for redemption, and just maybe, maybe another chance.
and then he let his tears fall, crying atop the hokage mountain, the moons light a last comforting goodbye