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AN: This is a collection of drabbles that I'm making. Hope you enjoy.
Life is for the Alive
Three years had passed since that day, and everyday since, a single tear would roll down her cheek. Her former teammate, her former comrade, her former love had died. He had died in the heat of battle, he had died fighting for the right reasons, he had died fighting side by side with his friends.
His name was not etched on the memorial stone, his grave was not placed with the heroes who had protected the village, his funeral was small and almost no one attended. No one had held much love left for the last Uchiha.
Three years had passed since his best friend, his rival, his brother, was taken from him. Though not bound by blood, their bond was stronger then any friendship. Everyday since that fateful battle, he would see her, the one he cared for above all others, come here. Everyday these past three years, he would see the single tear glide down her soft cheek. Everyday his heart would break a little more for her.
A mass of black and orange came to stand beside the mass of pink and red. Without a word, without a glance, without a sound, the blonde boy wrapped his jacket around Sakura's shoulders. Without a word, without a glance, without a sound, a head of pink hair came to rest on Naruto's shoulder. They stood there for a while longer, without a word between them, each with an arm around the other.
A soft whisper came from whiskered cheeks, "Life is for the alive, Sakura-chan, lets live for Sasuke. Live for his memory, and live to honor that memory." The only response that came, was a soft hand placed upon his cheek, guiding his head around, as soft cherry lips rose up to meet his for a brief moment.
They left that place, and left the sorrow behind them, determined to live, and fight for the new day, and for the memory of their fallen comrade.