The Importance of Impurity
Warnings: Character death, epic shortness (and you may notice that this is alot like This Is Your Something Worse... .)
Disclaimer: I dont own. No, honest.
(is this how you break?)
When he dies, it is not what everyone expects.
When he dies, it is quiet, and unneeded, and rather pointless, altogether.
He does not go out with a 'bang!'. Actually, hardly anyone notices when he does - the only reason Hinata does is because she was his teammate for this particular mission, and she was being chased back by their enemies.
Hinata arrives just as a man appears behind him, and rips his heart out of his chest. Hinata's eyes go wide (though of course you cant tell, what a silly thought) and her body goes cold. (shock) she thinks, and almost wants to giggle as she drives a kunai through the man's throat.
Hinata doesn't even attempt to catch Naruto when he collapses to his knees, his hands clutching his chest (it looks normal from the front - normalnormalnormal, and hinata wants to change that until he coughs up blood, then its not so normal anymore, and its better) and an astounded look on his face. Hinata does not cry when she realizes he honestly thought that he'd be Hokage, he'd save Sasuke, he'd live forever.
(but nobody ever lives forever, not even sunny little boys like him)
So Hinata smiles softly (brokenly) and kneels down in front of him, pushing his too-long bright blonde hair out of his eyes - she was going to drop hints to Sakura that he needed it cut, but - (he doesn't really need that anymore, now does he?)
But Hinata does not cry, because she loves him. Not in the way you think, of course (because they couldnt even do a thing like love normally). She loved his determination, his fire (that'll be gone soon, even though his eyes refuse to dim, as if he's not missing a heart), his overprotective, sweet, fierceness that made him. So she loved him - but not in the intimate, possessive, close way that most people love one another. Not like that (even though she wanted it to be). What she felt for him was pure (the only thing in her life that still was).
So she didn't cry, because it wasn't the end of the world that he died. She didn't cry - not because she was numb - because this was no tragedy great enough to break her.