Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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You start to wonder if it was even worth it. If what you did was right.
Of course it was worth it, you think to yourself. Destroying that pathetictraitorousweak village was right.
It's the revenge you've been chasing, trying to catch since you were so, so young and it has finally made it to your crimson stained hands.
You bask in this feeling, savoring the taste of triumph mixed with the metallic taste of the blood you hacked out and why, why, why can't you seem to ignore that painful, persistent twinge of guilt?
It's a small twitch but you can't help but notice that it pops out to claw at your insides when you think of clear, green eyes and soft, gentle hands. You try to dismiss the observation when your breath hitches and contemplate on the reality of all the spirits that were avenged this glorious afternoon. Maybe these ghosts of pain and betrayal would finally leave you alone.
(but because of you she may never smile again.)