Perfect Memory
The rain was heavy, a curtain obscuring her few. Water was flowing down the edges of her umbrella; the hem of her charcoal colored kimono was already drenched up until her knees. Slowly the ornate silk would soak more and more rain in the tightly woven fabric. Green eyes were looking without really seeing at the KIA – Monument. The dark marble looked like liquid black, small trickles gliding lazily over the smooth surface. It almost looked like the stone was bleeding or crying. Shedding tears and blood like the Village hidden in the Leaf. They had lost their Hokage; the Fox was gone along side with their hope. Once again their village was in shambles.
"You are a coward you know that, always sputtering about bravery and your dreams and believes, how you would protect that blasted village. I always had to pound sense in to you when your brain was too stuck in one place. The one time I believed in your spur of the moment decisions, you die you blond idiot. I so wanted to believe that you would come back, but you had to play the hero."
The umbrella hit the ground, splattering the bloody red color with mud. Her light pink hair, nearly white was drenched in seconds, raindrops where colliding with the alabaster skin of her face. A mix of hot and cold. Salty and sweet. Tears and Rain. No one would see her now, everyone was long gone. She was the only one left. He just left her with his legacy, the last one standing between The Hidden Leaf and its downfall. The only hope she had left was, that the baby waiting for her, at home, wouldn't have to follow in her footsteps. She would continue in any way possible for her to uphold his ideals and morals, to protect and to save what was left.
Under her tongue the seal tasted bitter, he had never ordered her to stop what they had started to make Konoha a save heaven. So she would continue, in silence, adjusting her network and build a complete new one, and order her spies to feed information to the new one and leave clues. Never would she be able to breathe a word of her knowledge to anyone. The seal would never let her, because her Hokage wasn't there anymore, her adopted little brother. The energetic blond boy with those sparkling blue eyes. She would continue in silence and hope that the Nara Jonin-Commander was intelligent enough to piece it all together.
"I will continue, do you hear me? And when I have to leave, there will be someone with a voice to speak where I couldn't, to pick up where we left. Where we failed, where we broke and scattered. Konoha will rise from the ashes, will shake away the dust. The will of fire will never fade, not in us and not in the new generation that will be born in this destruction."
Wind picked up and whipped long wet rose colored tresses violently out of her seemingly ageless face, chasing away dark and dooming clouds that lingered over her home for days. Emerald green eyes came to live with new determination and fire, as the first sunrays in days glittered at the rain specked memorial stone, one last time her delicate fingers traced over the name that had frozen her in this place for hours.
I will carry on, no matter what.
When she turned her back on the black marble the warm wind swirled around her and she smile as the clouds ripped open over the Hokage mountain and bathed the Yodaimes face in sunlight.
I will always carry on Nato.
Shasai Kurohanna, closest and most trusted advisor of Minato Namikaze, vanished in a whirlwind of sakura petals. Sakura, like her little granddaughter waiting for her at home.
It would be the next morning that Shikaku Nara, Jonin-Commander, would find her request for retirement on his desk. With a not so polite note attached, that if he wouldn't grand her request she would go civilian and that would just be a shitload more work than her retirement would be. The Lazy Nara-Head would just do as this hot tempered harpy said and seal her file away with the highest classification and security measures.