Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Last Kiss
Gazing down on her peaceful face, Kakashi wonders why it took so long to reach this point. Her eyes are closed, pink lashes lying softly against her cheek. He reaches out a trembling hand to caress her hair, and leans over to brush a tender kiss on her cheek. Curled against him in the afternoon sunlight, she glows with a beauty she shouldn't possess. He wishes life lasted forever.
A sandaled foot slams into his back, and her face is engulfed in a snow-burst of pain. When the flash of agony recedes, he becomes aware of the wet slide of his intestines between his skin and what is left of his vest.
The katana rips into his back and exits through his chest. For a moment of glorious pain, she and he are connected, of one broken body, one fluttering soul. Her corpse accepts the steel silently, and he screams.
Then the sandal on the back of his head is grinding his face into hers in an obscene parody of a kiss. The gesture exposes his neck to the blade already dripping with his blood. He hangs in a suspension between acute physical sensation and numbness, and he manages to be glad that finally, he isn't leaving his comrades to die alone.