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A Single Snowdrop

Intro


A dark mist hid the village hidden among the leaf (Konoha). It was a dark day indeed, a little girl stared at the corps of the ones she loved so dear, the ones she had hold so close…what used to seem so familiar, so real…seemed like an unreal, unthinkable dream…

It was but too far away for her small arms to reach.

Her eyes stared in horror, first her mother now her father. She wanted to waste away, and join them. Tears that streaked down those pale cheeks slowly drifted upon the kunai that was left behind by the murderers. Her fingers immediately stiffened, as she thought what her mother had said.

Flashback

"Please…carry on this promise for me. Bring light into this world once again, live with honor. If death is a road you are forced to walk, find another road…remember there are always forks in a road. All you need to do is open your eyes. Live on. Don't die. Live a joyous one…" Her mother had trailed off slowly with the faint flicker of pain surging though her fingers.

End Flashback

She suddenly dropped the kunai. The sound of metal clanging on the floor started to rang through her ears. She slowly claimed strength from her legs once again, finally understanding what she must now do. Her father had ignored her warnings and pleads, so he went to exact revenge on them. Father was no longer 'Father' he had long changed; they both loved each other so much. Loved would not have even been the word; it was far greater than that. What was but a single glance in the halls turned gave them a life together.

When Father saw the massacre in front of his home he began to lose himself, having no sense at all. He was willing to massacre even his own.

Father had already known who had done this…as devastating as it was. It was his clan.

The clan he was from and she was from. Even though the clans' had hatred running through their veins for each other, the two lovers would meet secretly each day.

But that was then and this is now.

The clans had joined together to stop them get any further, from creating a being like the already young girl.

Her father was killed by his blood related big brother (Sasuke's daddy!), while her mother was killed by her own cousin who admired her, more as a lover.

Her mind began to whirl, Oka-san and Otou-san were killed by them…and now, I'm next! A large shot of pain jolted in her head, and a scream was heard. Tears began to fall non-stop again. She began leaning down to pick up the bodies. Trained to become a summoner (Yuna from final fantasy XD), with great care for the once hosted body of her beloved parents, she took out caskets for them, placed them in the river by her house and gently pushed them in with her small hands, as she kept thinking, this is for the best, this way they won't linger on here, and will be happier there. Holding back tears, she took a flower from each of the caskets and slowly placed them next to the small cottage.

Next was to perform the sending, and free the souls from the bodies. This process was grueling as the ritual commenced; tears would keep coming even though she wished they wouldn't. Once one has started to cry, it's hard to stop even with the greatest determination. She didn't know it though but she was being watched, by a boy of her age. A tiny whisper came from his lips… "Kira-Chan…"


Definitions-

-Oka

Mother

-Otou

Father

-San

Used for someone in a respectful way