an ending.
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"I wonder…" The elderly woman hisses at him bitterly, a small stream of blood trickling down the side of her mouth, "…just what would your parents say if they saw you in your current state?"
A soft shudder leaves her mouth, as the sword slides deeper, further into her chest. More blood surges from her mouth in a sudden rush, trickling down the side of her mouth, down her chin in a wavy line; thick and bright.
Then he hears it.
"…traitor…" Soft, but true.
With a quiet grunt, he shoves the sword deeper into her, with more force than necessary.
The woman—Mitokado Homura, the last of those damned elders—lies still on the ground, eyes blank and lifeless, skin glowing a pallid pastel blue, strands of dry hair stuck to her face, slick with blood.
He simply stands there, staring at the frail, small body of who was once the most influential and powerful woman in Konoha.
(staring at his work)
Realisation hits him, suddenly—he's finally done it.
He's finally avenged his family.
(all those years of working towards a seemingly impossible goal, through any means necessary, it all finally paid off)
The corners of his lips tilt upwards in a strange, contented smile—a ghost of the once vibrant smile that used to appear on his face in his childhood.
(it wasn't his happy ending—it was simply an ending)
The only sound he hears from there on is the occasional gust of wind blowing through the open window.
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A/N: ...FINALLY. I WROTE SOMETHING I FELT OKAY WITH.
But, I wouldn't say this is the end of my writer's block. Hell, even this oneshot/drabble thing took me a while to write and it's incredibly short.
Anyways.
If you don't really understand it, don't worry--I don't really understand it that much either.