Prayer
by, BlackButterfly-RedRose
As I lay me down to sleep...
Sakura stared at the battle ground in horror. It was covered with kunai, broken earth and... blood. Two shinobi had danced here. Reunited in a battle to the death. One to fight for his loved ones, the other to fight for himself. One was something for the other to surpass, an obstacle to defeat. The other, a toy for his own amusement.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep...
She stepped forward, the scenes from the battle replaying in her head. So... much... blood. The bodies lay face down on the ground. Neither was moving. Why? why had they always fought? Why? They were brothers. It went to far this time.. Too far.
If I should die before I wake...
He slashed at him with his katana, his kimono ripped and torn. He dodged, only getting a small cut on his right leg from the katana. Both men ignored the screaming of the kunoichi in the background. This was between them. And only them.
"No!!"
"Rasengan!!"
"Chidori!!"
They charged. The two jutsu's hit, creating a blinding light. For a brief moment, which seemed to last for eternity, they saw eachother. For who they really were.
I pray the lord my soul to take...
They were shinobi. They were best-friends. They were brothers. But most importantly, they were family. They smiled at each other. They reached for the others hand, before a large explosion ripped them apart.
Sakura fell to her knees. Tears, and blood, leaked from her eyes. She clawed at the earth. Why? Why did it always come to this? Why must they fight? King and pawn, Victorious and the defeated. Only this time, no one would claim the victory.
Amen.
