I do not own naruto, I just wish I did.
I run blindly through the forest, trying in vain to find the spot they said they spotted him. I crave to hear his voice, to see his face, to feel his touch. I wander around aimlessly, searching. I begin to call out his name, only to hear my voice echo eerily. The wounds I had sustained earlier began to register in my mind again. It is like dull agony, when will it stop? When I'm dead? No, not when I'm dead. I refuse to die. I will see him. I will find him. I will bring him home. But my steps falter. The world begins to spin, I can't see straight. I can't tell up from down, I can't tell what anything is anymore, everything is beginning to fade away. Is this death? I cannot feel the pain anymore. If this is death, then I welcome it. I cry out the name once more, "Sasuke!" Even though I try to shout, it comes out as a weak whisper. As I feel my eyes close, I see something. I struggle to remain conscious enough to see who it is. My eyes widen. I breath out his name, "Sasuke," "Dobe, long time no see," I let my eyes close, if this is how it is to end, then I am happy.
