Broken Dove
Disclaimer : I have no what so ever right to the beloved series Naruto.
To Whom Ever Find This,
Unending pain has brought me to this. Unable to change events as they stand, I believe I must leave this world. Fore I once loved him and always will. Untouchable as
he lies now an angel held down by the devil himself. Confined I held my desires within my soul not letting it out. Uncontrollable fates took him from me.
No, it was not fate that decided this it was this it that damned Pain that did the murder. Pain claims to know what it feels like. Unrelenting sorrow and the
hopelessness that war brings yet he brought it here. If only he truly knew he would have never did it. It only caused for him and my love to died painfully. I knew
during the battle that if I didn't make it in time when he stabbed his hands that he would have died then and latter the village that he loved. That's why I jumped in
and let him stab me.
Pain stabbed me. It hurt but I knew it would hurt me worse if he killed my love. I was right it does hurt worse. Now that he is gone it feels as though that stab through
being stabbed in the chest was nothing but a scratch on the skin compare to this death like feeling that I am left with. In the end my body survived the battle when
the pink haired kunoichi healed it but she could not heal my soul later when I found out. The soul that was never complete with out its other half. Naruto's half. My soul
mate.
I almost laugh now at what my damaged body caused. My blond haired angel got up and lifted his head acknowledging my love for him. To me it seemed my love felt
my soul tug on to his telling it to listen. I soon passed out from the blood loss only hear later that he risked and lose his life in the end to protect the village. I still hear
it today from those villagers mouths that tormented and scorned him " What a good man he was." Was he ever bad? " How he was the strongest and bravest." they
use to say how weak and foolish he was. " How honorable he was." They use to say he would dishonor the village just by living. "How they wish he was alive" Before
they wish him no more that death, even tried to kill him. "A hero to them all." He was always a hero in my eyes. I found out later that he has been one ever since the day he was born. I wonder it he was still alive would they congratulate the demon.
I hold my rage within me every time I hear them. Suppressing it like I always do. I suppressed it when mother died, I did when my uncle was killed, I held it when my sister
bet me in a fight and told I was pathetic ( I never could hurt her she was the last thing my mother told me to protect), I shoved it when my father told me he hates me ( an
mistake he wish he could redeem), bared it when big brother (my cousin Neji) tried to kill me but when my Naruto died my heart grew cold and I couldn't suppress it any
longer. When I was told my anguished cries couldn't be silenced nor could I be hushed. I understand now. No matter how much I cry my heart will never warm, my soul will
never be complete and my love will never come back. Never to see his bright smile, those clear sapphire eyes , his crazy sun filled hair or that booming personality that made
my horror fill life bearable to live in. This is my last goodbye to the world where my heart can never soar like a dove in to that warm sapphire sky that holds the sun of my life.
Sincerely,
Hinata Hyuga
A Broken Dove
Thanks for reading. I hope you like this story better than my other story so far. Oh and this is my first attempt at angst to test my skills. Also it foreshadow a small part of the
series. CraZy Blue MonKey's out of here!