"GENMA!"
We never saw it coming. The attacks. The bright light. The blood. The stench of hospital. His blood. Crimson. Dead. All dead. Beeping. Rain. Cold, wet, despair. Footsteps, sharp pain, bleeding, dying, freezing. Thud. Thud. Thud. Heartbeat, gone, dying. The sword through his chest, his dead weight, his smile, so out of place on a battle field
His lips gliding over mine, kissing, licking sucking, swiping over the scars on my cheeks, loving. Flicking that senbon around, sucking obscenely on it. Spitting the thin metal at the dart board. Drunk. He'd missed. Raidou's scream as the senbon jabbed into his arse. Genma laughing.
Still, cold. His lips turning blue. Blue and red. Blue lips and the trickle of red running down his chin.
His eyes sparkled, the brown orbs alight with mischief. Someone screamed and he laughed. His eyes were sated, pleasured, happy, loving. Above me. Lost in them.
Closed, still, shut. Pale instead of brown, no longer looking at me.
Beautiful, stretched out, patting the bed next to him. He wants me next to him, despite the blood which clings to me like a second skin. The muscles under his own skin visible as he makes himself comfortable, naked next to me. His strong arms around my waist, spooning me, safe.
Pale skin. Pale like the stretcher they carried him off on. Pale like the hospital walls. Pale like-
"Naruto. I'm so sorry."
Pale like my own bloodless corpse.