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Summary: - they used to talk about her.
they used to whisper about her – used to let stray thoughts babble out and let the words sit in the air like fireflies.
( they used to hiss lies and baleful scorns about a girl too sweet to understand what was happening. they used to beat her with remarks that tore and burned and she didn't even notice because she's not supposed to be hated. she's a hero, a saviour, a murderer wrapped up in pretty words to soothe the ache. she's a queen in a batch of peasants and she's dead. gone. never to breathe soft air and buttery light as she cries out through chapped lips and cracked teeth.)
it wasn't meant to disgrace the dead – it was to save the living from loving a traitor who didn't deserve life in the first place.
( but she wasn't a traitor and no one can know her story like he does – no one can know she gave up everything to save the team that left her faster than the village did. he is cursed to silence because if he speaks – if he utters words to stop theirs – chaos will erupt and all will be for naught. she wouldn't want that. she would want freedom and love and happiness even if she's dead and gone and sometimes it's that thought that helps him when they hiss words – because she isn't there to here it. and her heart isn't beating – so it can't break.)
team traitorsbastardsliars smile now – they don't cry for the girl that lost everyfuckingthing for them. they don't sob or scream or hurt. they are monsters.
( he breaks his vow. he tells. he screams it from the rooftops and when he's hoarse he screams louder so they damn well hear him and all the truths he never let free. they stop and stare at him before telling him he's delusional – then he plays his trump card. he shows them the orchid. the orchid that she promised to have given to someone she trusted and they feel filthy because they proved they were untrustworthy if she never spoke – if she died silent like the grave that welcomed her. and instead of trusting and waiting they jumped of the precipice that showed only fire at the bottom. they thought…they assumed…and now they are paying. and now they are burning.)
'Sakura-onee-san died a hero' Konohamaru whispers as the petals of the flower dance away in the wind.
(as chaos erupts around them.)
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