Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Bloody Betrayal
The blood soaked her white kimono. It didn't stop at pink in its transformation, no; it went straight to the color of crimson.
Her bright (slowly dulling) green eyes were still open in shock. Her breath was coming out in horrible gasps, already shallowing. Her pale (paler, now) fingers twitched as if they wanted to pull the kunai out.
But she couldn't move.
Blood began to spill out of her mouth, running over her pink (now red with blood) lips, down her white chin and down to the collar of her kimono, tinging it red as well.
Her brain finally registered that she was dying.
It registered that he'd killed her. The man she'd trusted, loved, the most.
She wanted to know why.
Why did he do this to her?
Why couldn't he have chosen a quicker meathod, one where she wouldn't have to know he was her killer?
Why did he pretend to love her?
Why didn't he love her?
She was running out of time.
Her world was already darkening, like the stain on her shirt.
And she fell.
She fell at his feet.
She was gone.
And he?
He walked away without a backwards glance.
I couldn't quite capture the moment, but here it is and I hope you like it!