Red stained the group thickly, the salty reek of blood thick in the air. Two boys occupied the tiny clearing, one lying, and the other kneeling. The lying boy sported a head of blonde and a bright orange coat, stained dark by the red pooling 'round. The other boy gazed down at the other with sad onyx eyes. He had a bit of trouble seeing through his shaggy raven hair, so he brushed it lightly out of his face.
Both boys were breathing heavily, clouds of mist escaping their mouths in small puffs. The blonde boy struggled to find words, his mouth filled with the metallic, salty flavor of blood. The raven leaned closer to catch the soft words, even then barely hearing. He regretted everything. All he'd wanted was his friend back. His brother. The only thing he'd had, the closest person he'd had to family, all he's wanted was his old friend to come home.
But the raven boy had fought every step of the way. He had to get revenge. Even after his wished were fulfilled, he still wouldn't come home. At this point, the blonde's eyes filled with tears, and his irises faded from a harsh red to a sad sky blue. The boy swallowed the blood rising in his throat again, continuing to talk to his comrade.
The boy had dedicated his whole life to getting better, getting stronger, so he could bring this raven boy home. He wanted more than anything to grow up with his friend, sparring and training so they could get stronger together. So they could grow up to be even better friends. The best of friends.
But that wasn't possible, for the blue-eyed victim was slipping fast. His eyes grew cloudy and his breathing was shallow. The raven cried, hot tears streaming from dark eyes onto the blood-stained of a life-long friend. He apologized. For everything, the pale-skinned brunette said he was sorry. He'd never wanted this. His whole family had been killed, and he'd wanted revenge, but he also loved the boy who was lying next to him, dark staining the ground in pools around them. He'd loved him like the brother who'd killed his entire clan, but he loved him more, because he didn't kill.
As the boys said their goodbyes, a thin rain began to fall. It mixed with red, deluding the blood within clear puddles. The sky wept for the two boys, for it was hard to dismiss such a farewell with no emotion. As the blonde drew his last breaths, the raven spoke up.
"Naruto?" his deep, shaky voice asked. "I'm sorry."
"I know, Sasuke," the other boy whispered, one last breath releasing a wispy cloud of mist.
So the raven boy knelt in the clearing, now alone. The rain poured down, progressively getting harder. And he cried. The boy kept saying how sorry he was, but there was no one to hear. All people who'd ever meant anything to him were gone. His brother was killed, clan avenged, and his best friend put down by his own hands. Only one person left to care for, and that was himself. But there was only one problem.
Who did he have to live for anymore?