Violet, One Two
Standard Disclaimers Apply.
A/N: This is meant to be ambiguous, but my writing style will probably shift from little bit to little bit. The idea wouldn't stop bothering me, But I hope you enjoy this anyway. I think some of this might be a little OOC, so I'm sorry for that. Otherwise, please enjoy!
Violet, One Two
Leaf One
The Saint
He'd honored his promise; brought him back.
Pale skin and dark hair, he was even more handsome than she'd last seen him, and she'd collapsed by his cot in the hospital, oh my god, all those needles and machines and the steady beep beep beep of a heart monitor, as black eyelashes remained closed. She felt guilt in her heart, that even through all this time she held affection for him, but she was grateful, so grateful. During his period of healing, she'd left his side one, and only once.
In one of the more remote training areas, pink hair flying behind her, she grasped the wrist of a sunshine boy.
"Thank you Naruto," she gasped, sobbing, clutching his hand to her like it was some precious thing. "You brought him back to me, thank you thank you thank you—"
And he smiled at her, like a saint, but said nothing.
And as she ran away, like the gods and goddesses and saints of the old world, he was quickly forgotten in favor of something new.