A/N: This was originally a school project. We were for some reason learning about fanfiction and had to submit a T or lower rated fanfic.
I liked how it came out and decided to post it. It's short and I'm not sure if anything else will happen with it.
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Nagato fell to the ground with a grunt, slamming his fists to the ground in frustration. "I can't do it sempai! This technique is stupid!" He crossed his arms angrily. The purple haired girl had alread made it to the top of the tree and giggled. "Are you sure it's the technique?" - "Shut up Konan!" the child turned bright red and the gray-haired man placed a hand on the young Nagato's head. "Keep trying, you'll get it. I'll be back tomorrow to help more." Jiraya padded away silently, waving over his shoulder as Konan dropped from her spot on the tree a few feet from Nagato who still sat angrily on the ground. "Bye Jiraya-sempai!"
Once their proclaimed teacher was gone Nagato shifted to his feet, storming off angrily in the opposite direction. "Stupid tree!"
"What happened to you..." Konan whispered, peering down at the face of her child hood crush. Chakra drained from his body he looked starved, weak and barely clinging to consciousness. The Nagato she'd fell in love with was different, dark, though she remained loyal to him, intentions and all. She couldn't help it, no matter what she did to pull herself away he drew her back. Now she was forced to sit back and watch as he threw away his life for the utopia he'd craved for so long. A world with out war, 'justice' as he'd called it. Though a nice dream Konan found it impossible. With a sigh she leaned to her secret love, brushing the hair from his face. "Nagato, your going to die if you keep this up."
After a series of dry coughing he managed to form words, though not words she hadn't heard before. Words she wished she'd never heard the first time. "I will risk it all. . . for justice." Tears brimmed Konan's eyes, as she bit her lip to prevent their falling. Though she failed, a single tear followed by an unstoppable flow she choked out sobs, gripping Nagato's arm.
Shakily Nagato raised a hand to her cheek, a sad smile gracing his lips. "Konan, isn't this what you want? Or land. . . Finally at peace?" The words came calmly, but the strain in his voice was obvious. He was dying, and Konan couldn't stop it. Though he promised, time and time again it was for the better, she knew it would only get worse. And here she stood, by his side, encouraging him to keep it up. What if she'd fought it? What if she told him how she felt? No, it would only encourage him to prove her wrong, fight harder, die quicker. So as she stood by his side, she just smiled, telling him he was doing great, as her heart was slowly leaving with his life.