White.
So that was the colour of life beyond death.
Nagato, honestly never thought he'd have an opinion on colours.
'I hope Konan doesn't do anything too reckless.'
He thought, as concern started to tip over his head like a bucket of paint.
"So, you got yourself killed, eh Nagato?" The redhead froze dead. His throat was parched, and he couldn't bring himself to turn around.
"Well, I guess Konan can take care of herself. At least I have some company up here!" An arm slumped around Nagato's shoulder.
"Yahiko…" The Uzumaki whimpered, feeling close to tears for the first time in… decades!
"Aw, man. Don't start CRYING Nagato! You know I hate that!" The orange haired man winked, ruffling Nagato's hair.
"You… Have no idea how much we suffered because of your death…" He tried to hold the tears. He really did.
"I know. I know everything you and Konan did. Honestly, I'm disgusted." Yahiko deadpanned, shaking his head. Nagato was positively crying now.
"But… I forgive you." Yahiko started again, "You came through. I'm really proud of you buddy."
The orange haired man smiled, patting his childhood friend on the back.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Nagato repeated, sobbing a life time's worth of tears.
"Hey, I already forgave you!" Yahiko laughed nervously.
"N-not that! I-it's just that I…" Nagato trailed off, as the tears came up again.
Yahiko said nothing, and gave The Uzumaki a inquisitive look.
"I-I know you hate c-crying…" Nagato murmured, trying to wipe away the salt water with his sleeve.
Yahiko was silent for a while, before he cracked up laughing.
"Oh kami. Get over here you emotional dumbass." He chuckled, giving Nagato the biggest bear-hug of all time.
White.
It was…
So peaceful…