Three boys died on the same day.
One was killed in a suicide bombing, a blonde teen with a speech problem and a love of flying. He was picking up his sister, a girl named Ino, from school. She wasn't there. Ino had gone to a friend's house, and though she had called her brother, he didn't get it until too late. He blew up along with the school and the bomber, leaving behind his best friend Sasori and his sister, Sakura, Ino's best friend and his own dear sister, Ino.
It was her house Ino was at when it happened, and the three of them got the call about his death together. Sakura, Sasori's younger sister, had held her friend to her chest as the blonde sobbed, Sasori staring at the phone in shock.
Another died by a disease that was eating away his body. His brother and his best friend, Kisame, were sitting by his hospital bed when he shut his eyes for the final time. They were the ones who called the doctors in when the machine regulating the teen's breathing had begun to beep. Kisame watched with wide eyes as his friend slipped away from him forever.
The teen's parents never went to his funeral, although his brother and Kisame did. The only tears for him were shed by those two, although many whispered about what a good boy he had been, and how sad it had been that he died so young.
The third was killed by his family and for his religion. He had left his best friend Kakuzu with a small smile, lavender eyes burning with tears as he headed home. Kakuzu didn't see why his friend was crying, after all, they would see each other again soon, right? No. The teen was killed by his parents for his god, and offered up as a peace offering for something they had done. Kakuzu had wondered what was going on, and had entered the house the moment his friend's parents stabbed the teen through the chest with a sword, decorated with their god's symbol.
Kakuzu had held his friend as the teen shuddered, breathing in his last breaths. He knew that he was too far gone to save him, and instead had tried to comfort the teen in his last moments. When he finally died, Kakuzu ripped his friend's parents limb from limb, before calling the police.
All lost. Their best friends, ripped away from them forever, and gone.
All on the same day. Because of it, it was destined that they would meet, the souls of the dead and their living friends. Souls intertwined, joined and while they were joined, there was the hope they could see their friends, the ones they cared for so much, once again.
But Kisame, Sasori and Kakuzu didn't know that, as they fell into grief for their lost friends, who, upon hearing about their friends deaths, realized they loved them more than anything. But they were lost to the darkness, and the living sank into depression, lost in their sadness.
Kakuzu stared blankly at the wall in front of him, not really seeing it. He was sitting on his bedroom floor, a picture of him and a smaller, paler teen in one hand. It had been two months. Two months to this day that Hidan had died.
No, Hidan hadn't died. Hidan was killed.
Kakuzu frowned and ground his teeth together, hands clenching into fists as he remembered that day, the picture falling to the floor.
"Kuzu..." Hidan whispered, his body shaking as blood trickled from his mouth, tears streaming down his face. "I'm afraid...."
Kakuzu was fighting back his own tears as he looked over his friend. The Jashinist had a deep wound in his chest, blood seeping into his shirt. Lavender eyes, wide and scared, a pale body, which grew paler by the second. "Hidan...I can't help you. I'm sorry."
"Kakuzu....please....just don't leave me...." Hidan whispered, coughing harshly on his own blood, eyes slowly shutting. "Stay with me...until the end...."
"I will Hidan," Kakuzu promised sadly. The end was near for his friend, so near...."I'll stay right here."
Hidan gave his friend a weak smile as his breathing grew fainter. "See you in hell, Kuzu...." he whispered as his eyes closed.
Kakuzu shook his head, tears now making their way down his face. "Hidan...you're to good for Hell. Go to Heaven, angel."
Hidan never replied.
Kakuzu shook his head. He shouldn't think about that again....he reached down and picked up the photo, eyes tracing it sadly. Hidan looked so alive in the picture, grinning at the camera with bright white teeth, one arm wrapped around the miser's neck. Kakuzu was grinning as well, and the two of them looked so peaceful and happy.
But Hidan was dead, and life no longer held any joy for Kakuzu. All he had to remember his friend now were some old, fading photos, a tape, and the memories of Hidan's death.
Hidan had been killed for his god. A sacrifice, to please Jashin for a sin his parents had committed. It was so bad, they had to offer up something important to them up, just to get Jashin's forgiveness. They had chosen Hidan. And Hidan had known about it. He spent his last day with Kakuzu, trying to forget about his fate.
If Kakuzu hadn't opened the door when he did, Hidan would have died on the cold stone floor, on his own as his parents prayed. Instead, he died in Kakuzu's arms, and then Kakuzu had killed the albino's parents for taking the one person he cared for away from him.
School was starting soon. He was going to a new high school, twin suicide bombers had blown up his old high school and some middle school the day Hidan had died.
A new school...a new life without Hidan.
Sasori picked up a photo of him and Deidara, feeling his throat constrict as he looked over it. "Dei...."
It had been two months since that phone call.
RING...RING...RING...
"I'll get it!" Sakura yelled to her brother cheerfully. "It's probably Dei demanding to know what we did with Ino...."
Sasori watched as his sister picked up the phone, and as her gleeful expression suddenly fell, and suddenly the girl was gripping the phone in both hands, her green eyes wide. Suddenly, she hung up, slamming the phone to the table.
Ino and Sasori were both watching her by this point. "What is it?" Sasori asked gently. Ino's eyes were wide, hands clutched over her heart.
Sakura was shaking. "It's Dei..." she choked out. Fear griped at Sasori.
"What happened?" he asked quickly.
"...He's dead."
He was going to a new school this year. The irony of it. His best friend had died in the old school, when some crazy bomber blew it up. Sasori had never felt as depressed as he had, hearing that his best friend was dead, never coming back.
Ino now lived with him and Sakura. It was the least the red head could do for his friend. The two Iwa's parents had run off when Deidara was fifteen and Ino eleven. The blonde had raised the girl, and when he died, he was finishing up his junior year, along with Sasori.
He never finished the year though.
Sasori pressed a hand to his face. New students had to come into their school now. It turned out the bomber who had killed Deidara had a twin, and that man had blown up the town's other high school.
A new year....a new life, without Deidara by his side.
Kisame was taking Sasuke to school. Itachi was dead, after all, and the weasel had been the boy's only family, as the boy's parents didn't care about him. The two Uchiha's had lived on their own. So when Itachi died, Sasuke had no one left, except Kisame.
To Kisame, he had no one left, either. His family and life had died with Itachi.
Itachi's breathing was very faint as he studied his brother and best friend through black eyes.
"Itachi, you need to rest more," Kisame ordered softly. "It's okay, we're not going anywhere." Sasuke, who was sitting besides the shark, nodded.
"I'm going to die," the Uchiha said quietly, turning his gaze back on the ceiling and shutting his eyes.
"Please don't talk like that," Kisame begged his friend. "You'll make it, Itachi. Please believe that..."
"I'm dying...." Itachi whispered slowly, not seeing the look of panic spreading across Sasuke and Kisame's faces at his words.
The weasel's breathing was slowing....his pulse getting slower....the machine began beeping....
"Hey? Itachi? Itachi?! ITACHI!"
Kisame frowned and shook his head before turning his gaze back on the road. He had to start at a new school soon, his old one had been blown up, but his didn't start for another few days. Sasuke sat in the back seat, staring out the window, eyes sad and lost, much like how Kisame felt right now, how he had been feeling since Itachi had died.
But he had to move on, and help Itachi's brother grow. He had to live his life. Without Itachi.
Author's Comments: This is more depressing than I meant for it to be.
Yes, in this, Itachi, Deidara and Hidan are dead. But not really. It's kinda weird, and I did this before doing another theme mainly because I was so excited by this idea, I just had to. Enjoy.
EDIT: Yes, Sasori and Sakura are siblings, and the same for Deidara and Ino.