I was listening to a song by Sarah Brightman called, Free. It gave me the idea for this little story. I hope you like this. I don't own Naruto or the song Free. I wouldn't mind owning Kankuro.
Do you still touch her like you do?
Kiss her all over in the way I kissed with you.
When you sleep with her do you sometimes think of me?
He couldn't bare it. Watching her. Hearing her voice. He had to, she was undercover as a singer in the club, and he was just a regular customer. Forced to watch her. Her beautiful voice, singing out to people in the club. It drove him crazy. The pain and hurt came through so clearly in the words as she sung. Her head lowered, with pink hair covering her face. Not that anyone needed to see her face to know that the tears were falling like raindrops. The passion she sung with made the song so touching. It was too personal. It was his fault she stood there crying. His fault. He had done this to her. His heart hurt thinking of it. The one person she had trusted. He crushed that. Now he sat defeated. Tears filling his eyes and overflowing onto his face paint.
He cheated. He lied. He broke her. How could he? She knew that other girl was nothing to him. A warm bed on a cold night on a mission far away, but THAT girl was not her. She was not the one that made his world complete. THAT girl was not the one who gave him a reason to let his guard down. THAT girl was just a girl. THAT girl said nothing as he moaned his cherry blossom's name over and over in the night.
He was worse than the bastard that hurt her so many years before. THAT bastard never wrapped his arms around her and felt her heart beat. THAT bastard never made her smile. THAT bastard never said I love you. Now he was the bastard, because he had done all those things, and still managed to break her heart. This pain he had now, watching her pour her heart out to an audience, was only part of his punishment. He felt the suffering each night as he touched the pillow she once laid her head on. He could not eat at the table they shared their meals together without breaking down. He cared for nothing now. Even that was a lie, because he still loved her.
This mission that put them together, was also his punishment. Being so close to her. Wanting caress her face. Fall to his knees, beg for her forgiveness, again. To stop the coldness when she spoke to him. There was no anger in her voice when she spoke, only sadness. He prayed for the anger, the sadness that surrounded her words reminded him of her broken heart. She wanted to be free from her pain.
He could hear it before she did three kunai, that were headed for her. The spotlight would prevent her from seeing them. He leapt toward the stage. Running to save her. Time stopped for the both of them as the kunai found a home. How stupid they both thought, spending these months apart, when all they wanted was to be in each others' arms. Love meant forgiveness. All their love was laying there on the stage dying. Tears following more freely now that death was fast approaching. I love you...always, was all that was said when the final note of music played over the sound system.