Fair
It wasn't something that was uncommon by any standards. It was a phrase used to brush things off, to make them seem simpler.
Life's not fair
What an asshole that uttered those words. Like some how this event wouldn't mean anything to anyone. Like someone dead in your arms meant nothing.
Maybe it was the way she sloppily dusted off the blood on her hands, or the way she leaned to the side, her lean figure seeming taller than it was as she looked down at me carelessly.
Are you gonna move?
I knew I was crying but he was my teammate! My lover! My boyfriend of two fucking years! He died for me! And she just stared at me like I was wasting space.
I don't think I ever hated anyone more than her at that moment in my life. How couldn't she understand she wasn't more than two years older than me?
It's war, what did you expect?
I could hear it in her tone. She thought I was a fool, crying over a dead body in the middle of a battle field, when I should have been fighting for the village. It hurt so bad!
It was stupid, she was my captain. She saved so many lives, she lost so many and she keep moving. I yelled at her, I screamed profanities at her as we stood in that clearing. She stood silent as she looked down at me. And when I was done she stood silent for a few more seconds.
Are you done?
It was one of those times in my life where I was so stunned that I simply nodded.
You're a ninja?
Once again I nodded, as the sun beamed down on me. What a beautiful day.
Then I'll tell you something.
I simply stared at her and finally noticed something. For some reason she had seemed so tall so strong, so indestructible as our captain. She didn't speak much and simply lead with example no specific order. Every time we went onto the battle field she said one thing. Come back.
Even with him dead the worlds not going to stop, everything keeps going.
I hate her so much! She'd never understand what it means to lose someone you love.
Nothing's going to stop for you, and you'll get left behind.
She looked at me one last time before she swept away in a flurry on pink petals.
It was minutes later that a told blond with blue eyes covered in blood came to my side and pulled me away from his body. It was three months later that the war ended. It was one years later that I saw her again marring that blond man. It was four weeks later that I found out about my captain and her husbands new position as Hokage. It was two months later that I saw her standing front row center at her husbands funeral. Head high, not a tear on her face on that beautiful Friday morning. It was on that day that I saw so many people cry for one man. It was on that day that Tsunade-sama became Hokage again.
It was on that day that I realized that even with a village full of crying people that the world didn't stop.
It was exactly six month later that another funeral was held. There my captain stood, her head high as she stood front row center again. Yet again even with the last Uchiha buried deep the world didn't stop.
She died on a mission, three years later. She had no funeral. Her name was etched into that stone. MIA. And still the world went on like she was never there.
That's life. It's not fair.
That's what she said.
(A/n) yeah okay so it's not happy. Sue me