Author's note: This is just a really short story that came to mind while viewing a picture titled 'I Hate You', by ymira. The picture can be seen found on Deviantart. It's not beta'd and probably will never be. There isn't a lot of detail to the story, but I just wanted to get the idea out of my head. Tell me what you think! And, as it has been written in the great book of everything, I do not own anything in relation to the anime and manga Naruto, and never will.
This Evening is the Last
It was unusually cold.
The blistering wind tore through the empty night air with a heartless, broken wail. The trees shivered for warmth to no avail, the delicate petals scattering from the weeping cherry blossom trees. The scenery surrounding was nothing but hopeless shades of green on a merciless blue backdrop, pink rushing by at alarming rates. Everyone had run to the safety of their individual homes in the nearby village, trying to escape the uncharacteristic mood of the season… Well, almost everyone…
She, alone, stood brave against the wind, who promised to destroy all in its path.
She, alone, stood brave against the chilling air, who dared to freeze all who lingered out from the warmth for too long.
She, alone, stood brave against the future, uncertain for her…
She had been given a choice. Rather, he had given her a choice. An option she could not refuse; a chance that she desperately needed.
Two days prior to this evening, he had made his presence known to no one but one. He had traveled specifically for her, to her, in hopes of accomplishing a sinister goal. He had watched her conversing with friends. He had watched her bickering with rivals. He had watched her in the presence of him. He noted her behavior, her posture, her disappointment, and knew his plan would be fulfilled easily, with little persuasion.
One day prior to this evening, he found her training alone, busy with troubling thoughts. He confronted her from out of shadows, spoke quietly, but quickly, gave her an option and returned to vague darkness surrounding them. Just as he departed, he appeared, just as cold and apathetic as usual. He had been successful in his discreet nature and watched as she walked off with him, her mind spinning with heavily troubling thoughts.
The afternoon prior to this evening, she starred at picture sitting on her desk. In this picture was him. She lowered the frame and walked out of her room, leaving behind a letter for only one person to find.
This evening, she stood alone, tears racing down rosy patches on pale skin. But, she did not remain alone for long. He came out from the void, handed her coat and began walking away in her clear view. Throwing on the coat, she followed with an empty heart full of remorse.
One day following this evening, he found the letter she had left for only one person to find. It read:
If you are reading this, I am already gone. I'm taking a chance at a life worth living, being just as selfish as you. You don't know what kind of damn pain you dragged me through; your stoic stares and indifferent words can't pierce me if I'm not near to witness them. I'm done chasing a dream that will always remain that, and I'm finished holding on to fantasies. I have a better dream now, one that you will be locked in for the remainder of your pathetic life. They'll blame my disappearance on you, and then you'll be outcast from the village… No one will love you then… Just like you never loved me… There were only two people you ever loved, two people you obsessed over: yourself and him. So now, I'll take my chances with him, because if I can't be the object of your love, I'll share life being the object of your hate… At least I know you'll think of me…
Goodbye…
The next time I see you, I'll kill you…
I hate you,
Sakura Haruno