Tears of an angel

By ImafishOneshot, Konan's POV

Disclaimer: Kishimoto didn't want a pair of shoes or a bottle of orange juice, so I still don't own Naruto.

I never let myself get close to anyone. Not anymore. I never even tried to get close to him, because I just don't know who he is anymore.

Sometimes I lie to myself and think that maybe, I used to know who he was, but really I never did. Because by the time I found out what he was, what he really was, it was already too late. And the skies seemed to realize it too, because they cried that day.

Not like I did, though. I cried so hard that, even all these years later, I've never cried again. I don't have any tears left. I cried them all that day and I've been dried up ever since.

But every day, I have to face him, and pretend that everything's all right and not let my true emotions show through, because angels don't have emotions. But it's all a lie. Because I do have emotions, because I'm not an angel and because everything is not all right. I wrap my arms around myself to hold myself together and I wonder if anything ever has been all right.

But I can still remember that day. I remember staring at Yahiko's body lying on the ground, my cold fingers clutching the paper rose that should have been on his grave, the grave he would never have. I remember sinking to the ground as a voice screamed and screamed, before I realized that it was my voice. The tears poured down my face, creating clean patches among the dirt and blood streaking it. And most of all, I remember the arms that wrapped around me, and the voice that whispered softly in my ear.

"We don't cry anymore," he whispered. Then he let me go and went to Yahiko's body and I screamed and turned away, and I understood.

This was the man I loved. This was the man I swore to follow. This was my god.

A man who could take his best friend's dead body from the ground and use it as his own. A man who could kill thousands without batting an eye.

But I never hated him for it. I never judged him. Because he is all that I have left of Yahiko. And that, more than anything, is reason enough for me to love him.