A/N: Hello, everyone! This was written on a whim for the prompt, 'red eyes'. Pretty sure the website meant eyes red from crying, but hey, when you're a Naruto fan you start seeing things everywhere. Set AU/Post-Canon.
I don't own Naruto.
Red eyes.
They burn into her soul, three black commas spinning around a pinprick pupil, highlighting his pale face with blood.
Onyx tendrils shade the irises as he bows his head, clutching at his chest with a bloody hand.
Stained with the blood of the man currently lying on the floor.
A shredded red-and-black cloak, a crimson cloud still visible on the back, lies around him, the white of his leggings underneath navy sweatpants dyed scarlet with gore.
Like wine, slowly spilling from the broken barrel that is his chest.
Splintered bone lies scattered in a semi-circle, highlighting where the red-eyed demon's fist broke through the dead male's chest, where the final blow was struck.
Where the second-to-last of a dying clan was cut down by its avenger.
Those red eyes were the cause of it all.
The curse dating back to the days before the first great war, the days when demons with many tails roamed free and the beast in the moon exuded its hold over the earth below.
The last reminder, the last sage stands before them now, sunshine-yellow hair glinting as the wind ruffles it. He looks so like his father, that streak of gold that could decimate any battlefield.
He joins her, the slug's apprentice, facing down he who was their brother, their friend.
Their everything.
They face him as he stares at the corpse on the ground with the awful certainty that it's finally over.
And those bloody-red eyes still scorch the earth, hungry for vengeance.
Because in their team, there is the blond sage, savior of all, the pink medic, kind-hearted and pure, and the black angel, vengeful god tainted with blood.
But as they say, you need all the parts to make a whole.
...
And they are whole now.
