A/N: alright guys! This is my 2nd fanfic, I'm still exploring, I know my first fanfic was horrible, hopefully this time I do better.. /
Keeping Count
Genma, Raido, Asuma, Kakashi, Ebisu, and Gai stand by the memorial silently as heaven pour down its tears, keeping a depressing atmosphere throughout Konoha.
They never really noticed before. It's not that they didn't care; it's just that, they were too busy on covering their own pain, to move on, than to keep count.
Genma would chew on his senbon, and Raido would stick by Genma, Asuma indulges in his tobacco, while Kakashi becomes an open pervert. Ebisu would remain a closet pervert, and Gai, well, is just Gai, enough said.
They would do whatever they do to distract themselves, but keeping count is a no no!
Because to keep count is to admit what they had lost. To keep count is to remember, the blood, the gores, tears, stack and stack of dysfuntional bodies, the horrible, disgusting smell, the fear, the dirt, the pain, it can go on forever. But the point is, Jounin and the word remember just don't mix.
Jounins are insane enough as they are, they do not need anymore incentive to break.
But, the death of Hayate was the alarm call.
It was simple really. They realized now that Hayate is gone, there are only six of them left.
Six out of their whole fucking ninja generation.
It is another fact, another reality that reminded them of their sickening past and nightmares.
They thought that after what they had gone through, after theNinjaWar and Kyubi, they had earn their place on earth for a little peace.
They thought that they would be invincible. Nothing could possibly be worst than what they had gone through.
They were right, Nothing could possibly be. But they forgot one important detail that Hayate reminded them with his death.
They are only mortals, and with life, death was already a given
And they wouder which one of them would go next.
The END