The title of the story means "sorrow" in Latin. I'm sure you are already figuring out why. Anyways, I got the idea from reading another fic. Here's the link in case you want to read it as well. And if you can't get to it from there, you can always find it on my favorites.
www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/2615046/1/Outlines(underdash)or(underdash)Sometimes
Of course, his story is much better than mine is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Naruto. I do own many things, but none of them include his hotness. –sigh…-
Summary: This wasn't supposed to happen. Not this way. (Dark NaruSaku fic)
"Damn it!" Naruto cursed as he pounded the muddy ground with his fist. Rain stained his cheeks as it continued to fall from overhead. His fingers clenched at the ground fiercely below him, as if trying to remove his pain into it.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Why?" he whispered to himself, to the ground, to the world around him, closing his eyes shut. He coughed on a choked sob, not wanting to let it escape. "WHY?!" he yelled out again, throwing his head up to the sky as he yelled in frustration, pounding the ground 'til his knuckles bleed with cold.
Why did it end this way?
"You shouldn't have… You shouldn't have…" he told himself, repeating it like a broken record player. He couldn't find the words, feeling as if he was choking on the end, only able to leave it incomplete. He felt worse than what any kunai could do. He felt as if he had swallowed a sword, cutting him and he was now bleeding from within. And he couldn't make it stop.
I was supposed to protect you.
Naruto opening his eyes, seeing his vision blurry, as he stared up at the darkened sky. It lit up slightly as lighting flashed overhead. He felt the mud seep through his fingers, and he wished it could take his pain away. His stomach churned, as he crouched over, feeling nauseated. And empty. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"It wasn't supposed to end this way," he spoke darkly to himself, staring at the muddy ground as rain rolled down his cheeks. His body spasmed as it moved, moved closer to a source of warmth, moved until he felt his fingertips touch something. Something warm and wet, something that burned Naruto to the core. His fingers gripped at the blood, gripped closer until he found the source of the blood, gripping closer until he crying into the stomach of the blood, feeling it cover his face, his body, as it pooled around the two of them. "This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't supposed to end this way!" he said again into the stomach as he lifted his head up and let out a deathly sob to the heavens.
You weren't supposed to die Sakura-chan-not this way.
Well, there it is. A short, spur of moment thing, that much is sure. -sigh- Well, I hope it turned out… alright, despite of that. Anyway, let me know & I'll try to get "actual" stories out soon. These are just to pass the time, so you might start to see more. Laters!