The Burial

Sorry people. I am back but I want to set the mood for this story. R & R at the end please.

Disclaimer i do not own naruto, this plot or idea however is mine.

He died 5 days ago. He was killed by a missing ninja. The one woman that ever truely loved him, had to leave, and might never come back.

His life was a sad one. His life was truly not a life at all.

Things were chosen for him. He was left alone.

His father hated him.

His siblings feared him.

And his village, glared at him and never cared.

Sakura Haruno. Wasn't that her name? That one girl.

That one girl that actually loved him. Didn't she care?

I think she did.

But now, he lays in a wooden basket. Formally known as the coffin.

Death scared people.

It did not scare him.

Now, as his coffin is being lowered into the ground, she looks down. The shadow of two countries. The angel of Akatsuki.

She smiles. He got what was coming. She looks upon the words craved onto it 'Gaara of the Sand'

Slowly, he was placed into the ground. His siblings and close friends all crying silently.

A small tear falls onto the dirty, sandy ground from above.

Never again, will that shadow see the smirk that she so adored. Never again will both lips collide into a flurry of passion.

Never again will she hear those three words she so longed to here.

'I love you.'

The femine shadow looked up at the sky and let one last tear fall, as she disappeared into the night.

"We have gathered together for the last time, as Gaara of the Sand, is layed into the Sand he so loved. On the soil that which his fore-fathers created and built; into a wonderful place, that has now been filled with grief." A preacher spoke to a crowd.

Some people scoffed. Mandatory meant to come. Not to grieve..

'Was he really a monster? Why does the world create such hatred for what saves us?

They all risk lives. Only in vain; as they now lay 6 feet deep, forever more. When will we finally relize why they risked their lives for us. The living is truly dead inside. As if they were mere dolls. Tools.

We live. We die. How can it be that simple? We think about how complicated our lives are. Yet when someone dies, it's as simple as walking.

Even when someone we love dies, we 'move' on and say that they are resting in peace. And that they will always be with us?

They may have left, but as a friend, or sibling or just as a person who truly cares, shouldn't we follow? Or tell them to stay?

We say they will always be in our hearts. But, we must first place ours with theirs. Because if we don't; it will all be empty words. Empty hearts.

We should not 'move' on without them. Take a walk, and think about them. Make sure that a part of them leaves our side. We lose people we love. Sometimes, we want to think little of it. That they will always be there.

Are they? if they aren't there, I know why they aren't.

Because you left first.'

"So today, as we try to move on, remember your loved ones, and hold them dear. Make sure that they are always near. When you are sad there's always hope. That you will find another way. To learn to cope. Even as he lies here tonight, make sure that in the end it shall feel as if he still is here. Lying with you. He will always be with you; even in your sleep. His hand will placed on your shoulder tonight. Saying I hope your days will be merry and bright. I want you to be happy and know that I am here, and that no matter what your mistakes are clear. Do not falter from the ray of light. Follow me to the heavens for Earth is not shining."

"When I see your face, I wish you the best. And that you will always adore from the earth to me. And I hope that you feel no misery. When you weep I shall be there. In your sleep...

I will be there."

Sniffle wasnt that deep? And if you ask yes that was my language arts homework. R & R and I cannot wait until my next story comes up!