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Two Seconds Too Late
Love is a battlefield.
Love is war.
Love is pain.
Love is hell.
No. Love is a thunderstorm.
Lightning split the sky into a million pieces, each glowing with a white-hot ambience in the aftershock of the flash.
A boom of thunder follows shortly thereafter, not quite catching up with the light. It echoes angrily across the city, anguished for being only seconds too late. Rain spatters the ground, echoing the tears of angels as they grieve at another lost chance.
The world suffers with them.
A boy stands in the rain, alone and helpless. He is no older than eighteen. He has not been home in five years. He longs to be in the arms of the one he loves…the one he never professed his love to. The boy can only hope that he isn't too late…
Sasuke is not supposed to be here. He is a missing ninja. A criminal in his own home town.
Since he was a child, his family has been looked upon with shame in the eyes of the elders of the village. Although Sasuke is proud of who he is…he knows a pain like no other. His past left him scarred and broken, an open target for the merciless world at hand.
No one understands him.
No one except…
His black hair is plastered to his forehead as he runs through the village, swiftly and silently, looking for the only one who can help him. He reaches the boy's apartment and tests the door…it is unlocked.
As though it would set off a minefield if he stepped too heavily, Sasuke steps inside. The apartment is as silent as death as he searches through each room…and Uzumaki Naruto is not to be found within their depths.
Neglecting to shut the door behind him, the desperate, lovelorn boy leaves the apartment to search each crevice of the sleeping, rained-upon city.
Hours later, there is only one place left to look. It is a shady, depressing place filled with all the ghosts of Sasuke's past…but it is the only place left.
Sasuke does not believe in God, but he prays with all his might that his love will not be found here.
He searches among each headstone, double checking each name.
Rain seeps through his pants legs as he kneels at the head of the heartbreaking grave. He has to read the words fifty times over before he realizes the validity of their dictation.
Uzumaki Naruto
March 13, 1992 – February 15, 2010
Beloved to friend to all he knew
Killed in Action
He is exactly two days late. Sasuke had raced back to the village in earnest to find his best friend, his worst enemy, and—in the end—his only love. His tears synchronize with those of the angels as his fists pound on the ground before the grave, willing for his apology to be heard as lightning breaks the sky.
"I'm sorry!" he yells into the storm. "I'm sorry!"
His words are drowned out by the echoing clash of the thunder that tried to catch up to catch up with the lightning…
…but was two seconds too late.
This is another one I feel bad writing an author's note after. But I have to, because I have someone I have to thank for this: clairecandy. I got the idea from reading her story (though this oneshot does not really relate in any way to hers).
It was weird; all she said at one part in the story is that the thunder crackled in the sky or something, and this idea hit me like lightning. :D Ironic, no?
Metaphor of the story: Love is a thunderstorm.
This was way longer on paper.