AN: I wrote this a long time ago in class. With nothing to do for an hour, I turned on my mp3 player and when this song came on, I got inspired and decided to challenge myself. I wrote this little piece in the time it took for me to listen to the song (4:45). It may be a little downcast, but if you ever listen to the song (which you should, because it's beautiful in so many ways), you'll understand.
Love, xLHx.
Song Prompt: The Green Fields of France – Dropkick Murphys
The name inscribed on the stone was naught but a name to most people of their home. Another casualty of a battle that was unnecessary. Another death that could have been avoided if peace was reached just sooner, but not a death that would change their lives forever, like it would for him.
Too many names were on that black obelisk, he remarked. What he regretted the most was that he knew the faces those names belonged to; he could recall the memories he had with their owners. Close friends, classmates, comrades on the battlefront – they were all people he had met, and inevitably, had outlived
Some of them were young; having not even reached the age of twenty before their inexperienced lives were taken away from them so suddenly. Others were older, had witnessed many a battle, and were wiser from them, but were too old to adapt to the changing tactics of war.
The name that had been freshly carved into the stone was one of two names he would regret for the rest of his life. He'd already lost his best friend so many years ago, when it should have been him whose life was taken. He would carry the burden of Obito's death for as long as he lived.
Kakashi knew he would carry the burden of Sakura's death to Hell with him, for he was damned to have ever let her die like she had.
End.