Author's Note:
Before you read ahead, I like to acknowledge a real important person who inspired me to write this romantic, love story. And this person is XxMilkTeax, a sweet kind girl from youtube that I know for months (aka. known as FenikkusuMind on fanfiction). She has given me the beginning idea of the plot, turning it into an inspiration for this online fanfiction. I just hope I can add the glitters to the fabulous plot I have in mind, instead of ruining it. This story is also dedicated to XxMilkTeax, a die-hearted fan of KakashixHanare.
And please do excuse any grammar or any other error if found.
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~Extra Noting: If you haven't watched Naruto Shippudean episode 191, this story will not make sense to read. It's a sweet, sad episode. Recommended. Kakashi x Hanare.
Phew, you got through this yet? If you can't handle this note because of its length, then you won't be able to handle this length story.
-Merciless Stabbers
THE ENDING TO MY SONG
A fanfiction to Kakashi Love Song (Naruto Shippuden Episode 191)
Chapter 1-Longings
Story written by Merciless Stabbers on Fanfiction
Different faces of expressions greeted me as I walked into the village, making me feel nervous at the sudden amount of attentions received. I looked down at the floor to avoid the eyes of the Konoha villagers. My appearance gave away the fact that I am an outcast of the village, giving away the fact that I don't belong at all. As I entered further into the village, villagers were starting to forget about me. I sighed in relieves. I was starting to blend into the crowds.
The atmosphere of Konoha was, of course, as busy as ever. But yet, there's a feeling of warmth in the busy air. A feeling instantly stirred inside of me; it washed away the butterflies in my stomach, replacing them with warmth and calmness. A smile couldn't help but spread across my fragile looking face.
Three years ago, I was walking through this same ground. The surroundings had changed slightly, but the atmosphere still remained the same. Smiling couples passed by me. Joyful laughter could be heard in the air. So- it's still the same, old Konoha.
As I walked through the crowd, confusion and eagerness quickly replaced me.
Inside of me was a longing. The man that I loved so deeply lives right in this village. His kind smile behind his mask filled my mind. My heart pounded at the thought of him; my face flushed red as a response to such thought. The longing to see him increased my eagerness for him. If I were to spend my last moment with someone, I knew it would be him that I wanted. And it's him only.
Anxious thought of him increased the rhythm of my heart. That man, whom I longed for years and years, had changed my life. He was the one who told me to look up at the clouds whenever I'm feeling lonely since clouds change their form, making it possible for me to envision the things I wished for. The clouds, however, will only answer my call only as long I have hope. He was the man who taught me to stay hopeful in life. Thus, the clouds had become my comfort throughout the years.
He was also the one who had guided me to a new life, a life where I could find my own directions, bringing happiness to others.
He was the man who cured my loneliness.
"Miss, what a fine face you have!" cried a high-pitched voice, breaking the thought inside my head. In fact, the voice had such a huge impact that it made me winced. I turned to find the owner of the voice. And: No one.
I turned back and decided to continue on through the crowds. Suddenly, a woman popped right into my face. She had long, brown hair with a fluffy bang. A wide, sly grin crossed her face. Her green-colored eyes were filled with enthusiasms and schemes.
"It's not nice to ignore someone, miss," the woman chattered. She talked fast.
I straightened up myself. "Oh I apologize." I chose to be simple with my speech.
"It's fine miss. You're forgiven. People like you who apologize are rare," her tongue moving fast. "People just simply shove me away. You don't mind me, do you? Oh of course you don't. You seem like a real nice lady. Oh my rudeness! Sorry I have the habit to chatter on, even with strangers, heh heh. Anyway, my name is Anya. And yours?"
Before I could reply, she went on: "Oh I see you're a musician! Such a fine shamisen you got there. Oh and look at your skin, so pale so beautiful! But I think it's a little too pale, ma'am. You ought to try some of our fine soap from the mystic river," she held out a bar of thin, blue soap.
Hmmm, another one of those annoying sellers that never let go of you.
I smiled at her wryly and she sensed my attempt of escaping.
Like almost all professional sellers, she didn't give up: "Oh I see you don't like soap. That's alright, 'cause I have somein' better to offer yah. Your magnificent black hair must be stressed from all those travelling! Well you came to the right place in Konoha. We have the best shampoo to message that fine hair of yours, leaving it fresh and clean!"
"No, it's alright. I'm much obliged," I replied gently.
She began to whine a bit. "But you can always try our other stuffs-"
As she prattled on, I suddenly lost my attention to her.
Because in the distance, there was a figure...a familiar, warm figure. That figure caught my attention instantly.
Among the bustling crowd, that figure stood there walking toward my direction. But it was too far...too far for me to reach, to see clearly.
Is he the one that I've been waiting for? Is he the one who I've come to visit? Is he truly the one who I think is?
Ignoring Anya, the seller completely, my feet automatically dragged my body towards that figure although it was many feet away to be sure. Yet, there was this strong feeling that attracted my body towards it. Soon, my heart was too, lured towards it. My mind grew very confused and eager. My heart started to race, accelerating as I got closer.
But soon, my vision was blurred by a sudden flood of tears. They came out without warnings, so sudden that I couldn't control. Are they the tears of happiness or sorrows? I wasn't sure. Everything started to spin around me. My focus was only on that distant figure of the man I longed for all these years. What happened to my calm self? I also wasn't sure anymore.
But I hoped deeply that my longings would meet their end; they were too painful to bear- it's time to put them to an end.
I wanted to reach the figure of him: Kakashi.
