This is going to be my little kitty corner of short Naruto ficlets. They particularly have no relation to each other what so ever. It's basically what ever I pull out of my brain and dust off.
+Hope+
Rated: K+?
Words: 420. It was going through my head ALL day.
Muito amor! Enjoy! (:
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I associated with the manga/anime series Naruto, I also don't make any money by writing. I'm just here to write about them for free and what not. Naruto and all the happy little characters associated with the series belong to Masashi Kishimoto who is a genius.
She was so sure she was over him. He was out. She had moved on. She couldn't handle the abuse. The emotional strain was too complicated anymore. Her mind even crossed the idea of giving up. She closed her eyes, sometimes it helped.
She was ashamed. Ashamed of being so foolish, to let her emotions run that deep for a man who only loved power and revenge. It would be the death of her, she knew it. Surely she didn't still feel something for him, she was young and naïve. She felt something, regret? Sorrow? Pity? Weakness? Heartbreak? Terror? It was as though a giant hand of emotion squeezed at her heart.
She could have stopped him from leaving, couldn't she? Or was the horror behind the truth that the ghosts inside him, the phantoms of revenge, won and consumed his being. Was he too far gone? She thought of the look in his onyx eyes before he left her that night, left the village. It was a glint of greed; nothing would get in his way.
She remembered the days after, she was a mess, and she did anything to keep from falling apart. Even begging her best friend to make a promise that was purely selfish on her part. How could she have been so shallow? She remembered the day she had promised herself and Naruto that she would no longer be a burden to him; she would help him, risk her life for once.
So what kept her going at all? Why did she still have a purpose? She took a deep ragged breath. She had always felt behind as a girl, always two steps behind her companions, and she swore to herself that someday they would look at her back for once. She wouldn't be useless anymore, she'd break some heads. And that's what she did, isn't it? She trained under the best medic in the Fire Nation, and possibly the scariest woman alive. But, sometimes it felt as though they grew even more distant than before. Naruto becoming the hero he was living up to be and deserved. Sasuke, wallowing in his darkness, always wanting more, because good enough just never was.
So was it loneliness? Was it hope that kept her going? Was she still searching for a purpose, one where that wouldn't feel insufficient? She knew one thing, determination helped her get out of bed every day. She hoped for something. As long as that hope was alive and burning, she wouldn't quit. Never.