Withered Flower
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Please, please, tell me. I don't want to be wasting my time hoping that you will love me. I've watched over you for years, silently, just say something.
Anyting.
"Because… I love you."
It took everything for me to say those three words. I meant what I said, because…
"That's my ninja way."
The room was dark as she opened her eyes. She couldn't move, it hurt to breathe, the only thing that she noticed was something warm wrapping itself around her hand. She couldn't make out what it was as her hand gripped it tighter and she drifted back into sleep.
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In her dreams, she was in word much like her own. The only difference was that she, as well as many of her friends, were ninjas. Not the kind that are portrayed in cheesy American-Japanese films, but real fighters.
There was one boy that stuck out; he was very much like the boy in her reality. The boy she loved. He always had a smile on his face, but the smile never really seemed to reach his eyes. He would follow some pink-head girl around and when ever he would disappear from view, she felt as if her heart was being torn out of her body.
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"When do you think she will walk up?" The voice brought her back into consciousness, but she didn't feel as if she had the strength to open her eyes. She wanted to tell the boy that she was awake, that she was alive, but she couldn't. She couldn't move.
"Never." There was silence and then her life was pulled right then and she was sent flouting into nothingness.
The blond boy was there, in the nothingness. His smile being the only light to guide her. He held her hand out to her.
She took it.
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Hinata Hyuuga
1980-2009
Though not with us, will always be remembered.
The blond gently placed the flowers of the gravestone, a small smile on his face. He climbed to his feet and walked away, but not before muttering:
"I love you, too."
The wind blew threw Naruto's hair and he knew she has heard him.
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Because it was their ninja way.
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