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Naruto Uzumaki. That was his name.
An awkward, violent, downright bitter boy with blonde hair and wide blue eyes. He appeared seemingly out of thin air around a month ago on a Scholarship that she'd never heard of, stood out like a sore thumb and was entirely incapable of fitting in. Reports of 'snide remarks' and 'disrupting class' weren't uncommon by the end of the first week.
Now here he lay.
Dying - nearly dead.
The cause? A hole, roughly the size of a tennis ball, over his right lung.
"You look terrible." she said, eyeing the blood caked to that oddly marked face.
To her surprise, quickly fading jewels found her voice and he somehow managed a weak smile, though it wasn't aimed at her.
If she were to be honest he seemed at peace, happy that Death held his soul in the palm of its hand. The exact opposite of what she'd expect from a high school student. It was a universal truth that all creatures feared Death. Man, God and everything in-between spent their entire lives running from it. Few are those who smiled as if greeting an old friend.
Curious.
"What is it that you see, I wonder?"
He meant to speak, she was sure of this, but a death rattle was all that escaped cracked lips. No doubt he was choking on his own blood, far beyond helping now.
Violet eyes moved to the scenery surrounding Naruto's broken outline. The fountain nearby was shattered, water flooding the colored stone plaza and soaking into her shoes. Small craters littered about, the very air itself still thick with magical energy - there was a fight here. A devil and an angel met, once again humanity paid the price.
"How unfortunate that it had to be you."
What God condemns its own people to such suffering? The question haunted her every waking moment among a thousand others. Every day and night that her tired eyes remained wide-open she agonized over everything and nothing all at once. What she could do and what she couldn't, moments that she could never hope change. There was too much to do and not enough time, ten lifetimes wouldn't suffice. So instead she chose to take it little by little, piece by piece.
Start a Legacy. Improve the lives of those around her.
Do something good - something unlike a devil.
Perhaps Naruto Uzumaki might have changed somewhere down the line, for better or for worse. Who knows? The only thing she was absolutely sure of was that now, he would never get the chance.
"A shame."
Blonde hair and blue eyes.
Like the sun and the sky.
"...S...S..."
She blinked, mimicking an owl. More than a little surprised that he was still breathing, let alone finding the energy to speak. Bloody fingers scraped against the ground, desperate in their search. Naruto was barely holding on, clinging to something she couldn't see. Why, and for what purpose? He looked ready to give in, what changed?
"Who is it that you see?"
"S-So..."
A violent cough. More blood.
He was fighting for this, pouring every ounce of strength that remained.
Nothing short of a losing battle, and yet...
"Sorry."
Naruto Uzumaki's last words. Any further struggle ceased.
He was dead.
A frown turned the corners of her lips downward, solemn gaze meeting those now lifeless eyes.
She mourned the passing in silence. He did not know her and she did not know him, but whatever life led Naruto Uzumaki to this point wasn't an easy one - that was for sure.
"What an ugly smile."
With that, Sona Sitri reached over and gently closed his eyelids, standing to her full height after and surveying the area again. Come tomorrow it would look very different. Naruto's death would be ruled a gun-point robbery gone wrong and the world would continue to turn. A single wave of her hand is all it took and what used to be no longer was.
She spared the corpse one more glance.
In that split-second, her vision bled red.