Rabbit's Foot
By: Chibi
No one bothered to tell her the news. Humans could be insensitive like that sometimes. In the end she told herself that the little yellow haired boy didn't mean to be cruel, he was just absent-minded. Such was the nature of the one called Naruto.
She figured it out on her own. She was much smarter than people gave her credit for. The boy wasn't moving. The boy wasn't breathing. His lips and clothing were covered in red. She knew what red meant.
Red meant blood.
Red meant death.
At least, she thought to herself, they left together. She didn't mind being alone if it meant that the two of them were finally together. She started out alone anyway, her family covered in red when she was a little kit.
Neither boy nor master would be able to live without the other anyway. They had both used each other, the boy to gain an identity, the master to gain a weapon. But willingly used, it was an equal exchange that no one understood. The yellow haired boy screamed about it to the master, and to shut him up the master proved that he did indeed need the boy—not weapon, boy.
She understood this. Why couldn't the yellow haired boy?
In the end she reminded herself that the little yellow haired boy was just absent-minded. Such was the nature of the one called Naruto. But at least, she thought to herself, he had helped the master say the words the boy already knew. That was the best way for them to leave.
"Naruto?"
"Hm?" The yellow haired boy looks over at the black haired boy and smiles. He is happy to see him alive. He is happy that his precious person is o.k.
"What are you looking at?" The black haired boy asks.
"Oh," the yellow haired boy points at me, "That rabbit sitting by Haku and Zabuza," he says before he turns and walks away with the black haired boy, "It's almost like… she knows them."
Owari