Warnings: (Slight) mention of NaruSasu, character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Last Goodbyes
There was blood on his hands, blood on his clothes, blood in his face. He wasn't breathing.
His face was as white as a sheet, and his hands were convulsively holding onto the knife in his lap. His eyes stared up at star-lit sky for the last time, before his best friend closed them, and the girl sobbed loudly. He no longer heard it.
Lips slightly parted, as if to say some last words, even though he was already cold. They could only guess those words, but guessing wasn't enough. They wanted to know what he had to say – but the dead never came back to life, no matter how much you wished or worked for it. It would all just be a dream anyway. What was worth living a dream?
No one spoke while they carried the body back home, where it belonged. No one deserved a funeral in the middle of a place where war had just been held. No one did. Not even the worst criminals.
The best friend slowly shook his head. The boy had been a criminal. Maybe that's why he thought no one deserved treatment like this: being used, and thrown away when no longer needed. He'd defended himself enough, though, he remembered as his mind replayed on of the many images he had from the kill. He'd defended himself well, and killed his captor.
He may have gotten what he wanted, but that doesn't always make you happy, he thought as he carefully laid the body down on the table. He sighed and brushed the other boy's hair out of his face. He didn't deserve lying here, but he did, and there was no one that could change that fact.
I was your first kiss, he thought, slight regret playing up in his heart, shall I also be your last? Slowly, he bowed forward and brushed their lips together. May you be happy now, wherever you are. Sasuke…