Hey there! This is the first time I'm writing for Konan, so hopefully it'll work out! One-shot.
Enjoy
P.S. Curse = the never ending cycle of hate.
Written by 10ShizukaYuukiMistress10
Tenshi (Angel)
Instead of hiding away, safe in the shelter of the city roof, she confronted it. The pain was endurable. She'd ignore how awful it felt to be electrocuted with memories she'd tried so hard to fold away. All it took was a single drop of rain. Yes, it wasn't something her, or the two closest to her, had gotten over. The three orphan's had spent their childhood playing a dangerous game of survival. From then on, neither luck nor misfortune had been on their side.
For decades, the trio had confronted whatever pleasures or curses the rain had brought to them. Yahiko had danced in it, like it was a blessing. Nagato had confidently walked through it all, never once flinching.
Now they were both gone.
Konan looked up to the bleak and cheerless sky and made the slightest movement with her lips. We distinguish it as a smile. It had been decades since she'd smiled, while being drowned by the rain.
Although it did hurt, she could still live. Wasn't that enough? Konan disagreed. She wanted to be the pillars, supporting the bridge of Yahiko and Nagato's dreams.
It was still raining. She stopped looking at the sky, and instead faced her village. She was the angel who'd survived out of the three.
Konan turned away to shelter in her village. She just hoped that one day, this world would be freed of their curse.