It was my life or yours. I can hear the phrase being thrown around the market, I can sense the disdain reeking from the civilians. The pampered citizens of Konoha.
But that's not true. You were dying, the poison had hit your heart and you could not walk anymore, Konoha was a day away, I could not have carried you. I am an anbu. I think, I rationalize but I do not feel. Better for one Konoha shinobi to return than none, cut your losses.
And now, you lie somewhere, devoured by insects, your brown hair stained black. White and red clothes, your signature have been ripped to shreds, decency is not something one worries about in death.
I would say I'm sorry but it was your life or ours.
Hey guys this is the start of my collection of short nejiten drabbles, too short to be posted on their own. Hope you enjoyed it, please review :D
Metoohocolate
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto