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Tears
Shoka Uchiha stood over the one grave she wasn't expecting to see for a long, long time. She grasped her father's hand tightly and looked over at her older brother, his cheeks were stained with tears. This looked funny to her; she had never seen her brother cry. She looked up at her fathers face, his eyes had not yet stopped giving off tears, she couldn't hear her father cry, she could only see it.
Her eyes traveled from her fathers face to the sky, it was beginning to cloud over, and small drops of water fell onto her face. 'rain, how cliché' she thought bitterly and looked back down at the grave. She thoughtlessly listened to the preacher talk like he knew her mother, but really didn't. That's who's grave it was, her mothers. She thought about how her mother would never walk through their door again. She would never kiss her good bye before she left for work again, she would never tuck her into bed again, cook them delicious meals that no one could ever match again. All she would be doing is lie there in the ground, never doing, or thinking anything, ever again, forever.
She quickly rubbed her tears away at these thoughts and looked down at the tombstone.
Sakura Uchiha
1992-2022
Loving Wife and Mother, may God greet you with open arms
She squeezed her eyes shut as they lowered her mother into the ground, she felt like screaming 'No!! Don't!' but held it back. She heard a whimper come from the other side of her father and looked to find her older brother crying, yet again. She bowed her head, trying to hide her face from her father and brother; she didn't want them to see her cry. Finally, she couldn't handle it. She yanked her hand from her father and sprinted off into the forest.
Sasuke watched as Shoka ran off into the forest. He knew exactly how she felt, and in a way wanted to do the same, but he needed to be here and see his Sakura one more time before he had to resort to pictures, which he had hoped he would never have to. He looked over at Naruto, who was also crying, leaning against his wife Hinata for support. His twins Minoru and Rikuu looked up at him like he was crazy, and the baby Goki was squirming around in Hinata's arms, wanting to be let down.
He smiled slightly at the scene of the children. His smile faltered when he thought about Sakura never being able to see Shoka and Hiroshi grow up. Hiroshi was 14 and had no trouble crying about the loss of his mother, but, as he had noticed, Shoka had refused to let herself cry, in front of people anyway. This bothered him and made a point to talk to her later about it.
Rikuu watched her best friend run out of the funeral and felt a pang of pity in her chest. She looked up at her mother, who at the moment was rubbing her fathers back to comfort him, and tried to imagine life with out her, she couldn't. Her mother turned down to her and gave her a pleading look; Rikuu smiled and held her arms out. Her mother smiled and passed her little brother over to her. Rikuu, as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm the boy down, made a note to talk to Shoka after the service.
It was dark in the forest, dark and quiet. Night had long fallen, Shoka sat on the tallest branch of the tree she was sitting in, gazing up at the stars. 'is she watching me now?' she thought as she saw some stars wink at her.
"My birthday's coming up" she said out loud.
"I'm turning eight you know, do you remember? You said that we were going to spend the whole day together! You promised!" She yelled at the sky, knowing that her mother couldn't hear her.
The tears sprang forth from her eyes so fast she didn't even have any time to wipe them away, so she didn't try. She sat there, on the highest bough and cried; at least no one could see her. She hadn't even been able to say good-bye, bye the time she found out what happened she was already gone. She clenched her fists in fury, she hated being a Ninja. She had graduated from the Ninja academy a little after she had turned seven, Hiroshi had when he was about six. The Uchiha blood ran strongly through their veins, making them remarkable Ninja's for their age.
She punched the tree furiously until the poor thing had cracks going all the way along the branch. It began to break. Shoka knew it wasn't going to be pretty if she was on it when it broke, it being so high up. She could've escaped easily, but for some reason, she didn't want to. She didn't want to save herself she didn't care anymore. The branch splintered more and began to bend, still she didn't move. She knew she body wouldn't handle the impact with ground well either, and didn't care, all she knew, was that she missed her mother.
The branch gave way. She felt herself fall from the branch. The wind ripped through her black hair as she fell. She saw the ground come rushing to her face, but before she had the pleasure to feel the impact, she blacked out. 'I'll be with you soon Mom..'
Tears
Shoka Uchiha stood over the one grave she wasn't expecting to see for a long, long time. She grasped her father's hand tightly and looked over at her older brother, his cheeks were stained with tears. This looked funny to her; she had never seen her brother cry. She looked up at her fathers face, his eyes had not yet stopped giving off tears, she couldn't hear her father cry, she could only see it.
Her eyes traveled from her fathers face to the sky, it was beginning to cloud over, and small drops of water fell onto her face. 'rain, how cliché' she thought bitterly and looked back down at the grave. She thoughtlessly listened to the preacher talk like he knew her mother, but really didn't. That's who's grave it was, her mothers. She thought about how her mother would never walk through their door again. She would never kiss her good bye before she left for work again, she would never tuck her into bed again, cook them delicious meals that no one could ever match again. All she would be doing is lie there in the ground, never doing, or thinking anything, ever again, forever.
She quickly rubbed her tears away at these thoughts and looked down at the tombstone.
Sakura Uchiha
1992-2022
Loving Wife and Mother, may God greet you with open arms
She squeezed her eyes shut as they lowered her mother into the ground, she felt like screaming 'No!! Don't!' but held it back. She heard a whimper come from the other side of her father and looked to find her older brother crying, yet again. She bowed her head, trying to hide her face from her father and brother; she didn't want them to see her cry. Finally, she couldn't handle it. She yanked her hand from her father and sprinted off into the forest.
Sasuke watched as Shoka ran off into the forest. He knew exactly how she felt, and in a way wanted to do the same, but he needed to be here and see his Sakura one more time before he had to resort to pictures, which he had hoped he would never have to. He looked over at Naruto, who was also crying, leaning against his wife Hinata for support. His twins Minoru and Rikuu looked up at him like he was crazy, and the baby Goki was squirming around in Hinata's arms, wanting to be let down.
He smiled slightly at the scene of the children. His smile faltered when he thought about Sakura never being able to see Shoka and Hiroshi grow up. Hiroshi was 14 and had no trouble crying about the loss of his mother, but, as he had noticed, Shoka had refused to let herself cry, in front of people anyway. This bothered him and made a point to talk to her later about it.
Rikuu watched her best friend run out of the funeral and felt a pang of pity in her chest. She looked up at her mother, who at the moment was rubbing her fathers back to comfort him, and tried to imagine life with out her, she couldn't. Her mother turned down to her and gave her a pleading look; Rikuu smiled and held her arms out. Her mother smiled and passed her little brother over to her. Rikuu, as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm the boy down, made a note to talk to Shoka after the service.
It was dark in the forest, dark and quiet. Night had long fallen, Shoka sat on the tallest branch of the tree she was sitting in, gazing up at the stars. 'is she watching me now?' she thought as she saw some stars wink at her.
"My birthday's coming up" she said out loud.
"I'm turning eight you know, do you remember? You said that we were going to spend the whole day together! You promised!" She yelled at the sky, knowing that her mother couldn't hear her.
The tears sprang forth from her eyes so fast she didn't even have any time to wipe them away, so she didn't try. She sat there, on the highest bough and cried; at least no one could see her. She hadn't even been able to say good-bye, bye the time she found out what happened she was already gone. She clenched her fists in fury, she hated being a Ninja. She had graduated from the Ninja academy a little after she had turned seven, Hiroshi had when he was about six. The Uchiha blood ran strongly through their veins, making them remarkable Ninja's for their age.
She punched the tree furiously until the poor thing had cracks going all the way along the branch. It began to break. Shoka knew it wasn't going to be pretty if she was on it when it broke, it being so high up. She could've escaped easily, but for some reason, she didn't want to. She didn't want to save herself she didn't care anymore. The branch splintered more and began to bend, still she didn't move. She knew she body wouldn't handle the impact with ground well either, and didn't care, all she knew, was that she missed her mother.
The branch gave way. She felt herself fall from the branch. The wind ripped through her black hair as she fell. She saw the ground come rushing to her face, but before she had the pleasure to feel the impact, she blacked out. 'I'll be with you soon Mom..'