Title: Death With No Hope
Summary: Hope is not destiny in all fate hopes to bring, so once upon a time there was a girl, a girl with no hope for a future left destined with no stone, no marking's… and no Sasuke. What was this, but of all death with no hope.
Rating: T (pg;13)
Author: Contradicted by All & lil Kagome 14
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, though that's mostly because it's all just made up anyway.
Death. With no hope. That's what it was. She sighed as she leaned back, observing the stained glass windows lining the halls of the cathedral-like church. She had been warned, and she knew her time would only last so long, but never was she warned of how bad it hurt for someone else's time to stop.
She grasped the small rose to her heart, knowing there'd be nowhere to place it, no gravestone to mark a life. Her heart clenched at this thought, the thought of never again being near to the one she had once so adored.
Her face fell as she let a tear fall from her over-painted face, the dark circles showing as the make-up washed away. Had she not been strong? No-she had been stronger than expected; it was just that the expected was to her out of reach.
He would have strangled her from his grave, as if to kill her cries, and yet she would have just loved to scream but once, to know she had the right. Though the course of life had different plans, as her throat closed up, suffocating any and all words that may have formed there, her breaths were shallow as she watched; not really believing this was real.
The sound of laughing filled the halls, and she could almost feel herself collapse, as the marble floor became her nearest friend. She sobered herself up, swallowing the cry of anguish that wished to escape her throat.
Pain. That's all it was, that was simple enough. She watched with saddened eyes as two young girls shushed each other as they passed her, their faces full of guilt as they looked upon her stricken-and all too pained expression.
There were still some word's she could remember, some rather obvious insults he had forced into her skull so many years back. She pounded her fist into the floor, knowing she was acting crazy-yet all the same her heart was just asking for her to snap. She stood, dropping the rose to the floor, not bothering to retrieve the flower as she walked forward; the door's opening to her to reveal a brightening light.
The outside air did her some good, sending her body into a relaxed state of nostalgia. Had she been here before? With him? Of course, on several occasions she could remember fairly well.
She stumbled on the last step, coming in contact with the hard ground. Of course, for there was nothing else to stop the fall, her protector had died away about three weeks previous, in the burning of Itachi Uchiha's hideout. All that had been retrieved were his supposed ashes, which had been spread across the Uchiha estate, from the very top of the Uchiha mansion, by Naruto personally.
She noted the blood dripping down from her forehead, where a rock had indeed done its duty in slicing open a small portion of her forehead. She didn't care though, and carelessly wiped it with her sleeve.
It was nearly six in the evening, and she could almost hear the fearless and ceaseless goading of her parent's to drop this whole ninja thing and come home. Once a ninja always a ninja, it was her punishment, and her gift. She could remember the thought upon her mind, the one thing to hold her from shattering every valuable object in her home. "A ninja must never lose his composure, never show emotion." Her eyes dropped to the receding sun, as its warm rays sunk over the horizon.
She had sat here for nearly an hour, just watching the sun slowly move from the sky, but what was the point to this, she really didn't know. Her eyes closed as she leaned back, the hill being the perfect place for her to spend her night. Away from her family and friends, where she could finally just not feel, just forget, and let go.
She didn't move, didn't think, just laid there for hours, not bothering to check the time or worry of it for that matter. Her time was nearly forgotten, all it would take now is one wrong move, one mistake. Of course that day would have to come on its own. She placed her arm over her chest, her heart pounding like crazy as it clenched in more place than one.
It hurt. She couldn't get it to stop, the aching of this organ. She gasped, trying her hardest to calm her body from its shaking. She writhed as her heart pounded once again, setting her head reeling in desperation as she grasped at her shirt.
A small pained noise came from her throat, and she could almost feel the pain escaping, it flowed through her vocal chords, her body lost in pain as she sobbed, her voice somewhere escaping off into the distance as she sat forward, her chest meeting her up drawn knees.
She could feel herself escaping, her inner-self weeping in the corner of her mind, ready to die without more than a moment, if only to ease the pain. Her chest hurt, she could feel her heart pounding in the palm placed directly over it, and her breath came out uneven and labored as she tried to remain composed.
It wasn't long until she was screaming in pain on the ground, clutching her chest as if to choke it to its death, forcing it to stop this torture. It was her last thought, to bring her any hope. What was this pain? Why did she feel it? Wasn't it gone with him? Or was he really gone? Or merely had death been hidden from her all along.
It surely was death, without the second once of hope.
CBA- Well I've been wondering about this story, should this be a multi-chapter? Or is it ok like this, because I already have a second and third chapter written up. Well review and tell me your opinion. Thank you and, Ja!
-CBA