Tsunade Clementine.
This is a story of love.
The first memory she recalled from her absent past surrounded her, at 12:25 am, standing in the middle of the road. A wagon rode past her. This world all collided around her and mashed its soft details together with the harsh texture and composition of the world she could just barely remember. The woman grabbed her head in agony as an attempt to soothe the searing pain, and only found comfort when she closed her eyes. Konoha disappeared almost immediatley. Clementine wasn't among the busy circle the Konoha shinobi created everyday with their silly lives, silly routines, and silly priorities. They yearned for money, family, family, sex, war war war and religion-and she was stuck somewhere in between, or at the moment, literally somewhere else out of this world. She let the memory consume her. Someone was holding her tight with strong arms. A man? A woman? Mother, father? A man. The person had long white hair, she noticed, seeing it lay upon her shoulders. A woman..
His hands were rough. No, it must be a man she thought. He whispered sweet things to her hear, humming them, singing them then kissed that hearing tool of hers. This triggered a smile to slowly creep onto her face. Words were exchanged, or more so they were promises, but as soon as a response almost erupted from her, she opened her eyes and she was back from her dream.
It had felt like a dream. An eternity as well. Both of their voices had resinated in her head. His deep, warm voice calming her soft, nervous one. Was it really her voice? Who was that man? She sat down and drank her coffee. Her desk was cluttered with bullshit paperwork that she found every excuse to neglect. The questions though still haunted her, drove her insane on days like those. Clementine had searched her apartment, office, everywhere and everyone to find at least a small trace of the man. She never found him again. Eventually forgot him too, his arms, the feel of his bare chest, and the taste she loved to taste when her lips found his. He had a scent. A vibe. A voice. This man was real and Clementine was lonely. Her loneliness became her solace as well. She resumed her own cycle of madness and nonsense, only this time she could bear with it. Her paperwork was finished, her desk cleared, though her bad habit involving her consumption of her favorite poison worsened.
The young woman's acceptance of this world vs. her dream world came easy with all hope lost. All hope of better full-filling her meaning and purpose, and she was fine with that. She would never have to long for that man out of her grasp again, or feel pain and anxiety looking over all of Konoha- being surrounded by strangers. She had loved, lost, been drunk and walked down the empty roads of Konoha nights on end-passing each as if they were all the same and each streetlight merged into one meaningless death star. None of anything of everything and nothing ever at all mattered! So Tsunade Clementine just kept on walking, missing the streets she should roll onto each time without taking notice. Of all things Clementine could remember of the past or present, what she could notice, there was only one she has held onto: she had never truly lived and she was only another alcoholic, a stepping stone to nothing and shame.
Clementine..she was nobody, he whispered.