Only black sky above them
«Do you really think soul is make as if to suffer?»
Hinata sees only rubbles around her, and heard far cries of a desperate mother calling at his little child.
She looked at the eyes of the man - the murder - standing in front of her; she repeated herself it hadn't to turn that way. Only black sky above them.
She took a step forward, as if she'd like to run towards him and put her arms around his waist, saying him he was finally home. She didn't want to see blood wrapping vivid in his eyes, sin slide down his white clothes.
A thousand words died on her pale lips, and then a hundred, an then a thousand again. And that mother's cries hadn't stop yet, now like a rash moan.
Maybe Hinata hadn't understood what was their fate, or just it suits to her that way.
Sasuke approached her, quiet and sedate pace as ever - he was he hawk which desired his prey -, the katana tight in his bleeding hands, pain and anger together.
Do you really think that soul is useful just to suffer, Sasuke-kun?
She didn't have an answer, only the dull noise of the blade lacerating her flesh. Then Hinata sees the dark, even another time. Only black sky above them.
«Not me, Sasuke-kun. Not me.»
Fin.
A/N
Well guys, this my first English fan fiction, and I don't really know how to behave.
My English isn't much good, so please take pity on me, and tell me where I'm wrong. My stile of writing in Italian is similar as poetry, that's why it's a bit difficult to translate, keeping the same meaning.
Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this.
R&R,
Mayumi :3