Inspired by the amazing picture of our favorite ninja White Wolf by Maquaii (the links on my profile ) and by Placebo-Running up that hill.
This is about Kakashi, I'll leave it up to you to figure who is the girl. I had a certain one in mind but I wont name her, you just think of the one that fits best in your opinion.
Oh and of course I own neither of those, or Naruto.
--- --- --- White Fang --- --- ---
She sees him drown in swirls of white and doesn't understand how. That was his father not him. But it is him, the red of his eye shines too brightly to not be noticed and she is scared because he is scared and because the pillar of power is crumbling in her hands and she is desperately trying to hold it together but the pieces are too small and she can't catch them all. He is screaming and crying and his voice is tearing her mind apart and his mouth opens a black hole in white energy and his fathers voice comes out accuses and tears at the already broken man. And now she's screaming too, and frantically trying to get his attention. To bring him back, and her tears are falling mixing with his and she has to let go of him, has to cover her ears and shut her eyes and fight the will to run. The screams get cut of and she forces her eyes to look and her lungs to inhale and she sees him convulse as horrible retching sounds make her teeth clench. Her body moves on its own, preventing him form falling and choking on his own bile. Jerking him away, and trying to not leave any of the pieces behind. Words are spilling out of her mouth that neither of them can comprehend. But she's working and he's shaking and soon she is too. Because there's missing pieces that she cant find, and others are much too big or too ragged or shrunk out of proportion and they don't fit like they're supposed to and she's forcing them and it hurts and now the only screams she can hear are hers. So when help comes she tries to explain but they wont listen and there's warmth spreading from the sting on her arm and she can't shake it off and then his eyes tell her what the mouths around her keep repeating and she lets them take him away before that warmth forces her eyes closed. Before all she sees is emptiness.
When she fights her way out of that boiling white her exhausted eyes open up to the same color, all the empty beds around her making her wish that she hadn't bothered to fight at all.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thanks for reading.