White Butterfly
A Deidara Drabble
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Butterflies were the omen of death; everybody knew that, it was just common sense. Everybody knew, except her. Butterflies were so light and pretty, how could they represent something like death?
Hana watched as the warm crimson liquid gushed out of the wound in her stomach. She almost laughed. She had been on the brink of death so many times it was almost funny to watch. She refused to die at a time like this and so she believed she would not.
The handsome blond male attempted to stop the blood, anything to stop the bleeding.
"Dei…" Deidara gulped.
"Yeah… un, I'm here."
"Can you get me the white butterfly? The one on your shoulder."
"There is no but--"
Deidara frowned, and then realization dawned on him. He did it, did it so he could see her smile again.
"Sure, I'll get you the butterfly, un."
And so she did.
"T-thanks."
She closed her eyes, and they did not reopen.
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Hana was dying, saw butterfly (omen of death) that Deidara couldn't see, Hana dies.