AN: I've been rereading some of the Naruto books, and for the life of me, whenever I read back to when our favorite pervert dies, I just can't help but shed some tears. This is what I imagine his old friend doing once she hears of the news, just totally going ballistic.
Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine...yet
God is in the rain; at least that's what my mother would always tell me. When the thunder would rattle the foundations of the house and the lighting could light the midnight blackness like child's' play. That was when the big man spoke.
It was then I noticed something more about the rain.
With the rain comes a sadness, like lingering depression that never seems to fade. For me, the rain brings a pain, a gargantuan, mighty pain that rumbles along with every clap of thunder, strikes out with every flash of light.
Rain makes me hurt, and that's why I've always hated it.
Even now, I know it only brings bad things with it.
I was expecting it to be something small-like it usually is-and unimportant, but what scared me most was how hard the rain was coming, how much the windows vibrated after every wave of thunder.
It was something horrible.
If my mother was right, God was telling me something-and for the life of me, my thick head wouldn't let the thought pass.
"He's not coming back…" The words seemed to catch in the brunette's throat, clog up her airway until she just couldn't take it anymore and had to turn away. I was confused at first; pondering as to why something as simple as those four words could cause a grown woman to crumble like that.
It must be the blonde in me, but it took me a few more seconds to figure it out.
"Oh..." At first, then later-
"What? Why? What happened?" My voice grew louder, decibel by decibel it grew and roared along with the thunder, tears streaked from my eyes and reflected the vicious light from outside the safety of my office.
I stomped my feet in defiance, unwilling to believe such blasphemous things, stomping my feet and overpowering the thunder. Anger and pain shot up and down my body faster than the bolts, speeding to and fro every receptacle in my body. I felt pain in the lobes of my ears, anger in the tips of my fingers, fury in the creases of my arms.
My entire body was livid along with my head; it was a sight indeed.
Some calm had taken over me just as the dark black clouds above had started to clear, and then a fresh batch sped in to once again shower the town.
"No…" A mantra of the word came spilling from my mouth, and once again, rumbling.
The thunder rolled back in, little white flashes started brewing in the bellies of the clouds, and my anguish was right there to feed off them.
"NO!" One roll of thunder, two fists coming down on my desk. Four flashes of lighting, countless tears fall from my face. The weather is like a set of drums, keeping rhythm for the band. My voice is guitar, screeching high and growling low. Fists and feet are bass, pounding and low, but resonating and strong.
And in the middle of this circus, my heart keeps a steady, violent beat against my ribs. Pounding and throbbing and pushing, so much it hurts and I can't breath.
But I can't sit down, there is some physical boundary keeping me upright when I so desperately want to fall, like the air around my head is too thin and deprived of oxygen. I want to get low and suck in all the thick, foggy crust below and not hear the thunder, I want it all to go away.
But God is talking to me now, and once he gets started, he never knows when to stop.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Crash…
I miss him...
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