Dead Letters

disclaimer: No, I do not own ANYTHING!! not Naruto or The Rasmus, which is sad...

Hi, this is kinda a sorry for not updating for so long, just say if you don't like it k?

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An open letter, curled slightly at the edges, lay on the dusty floor of her old apartment. The sunlight flitered through the boarded up window, casting light upon the bare cream walls and worn floorboards. The place, though long abandoned held no aura of darkness or pain, but rather an echo of distant happiness, contentment.

The letter was witten in ordinary black ink, scarwled almost lazzily accross the paper in unmistakable handwritting.

Her writting.

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Three men stood in the Hokages office. Two looked meerly out of boyhood, though their eyes held more horrors of the past than some of the oldest gods. The honey-haired Hokage was still, silent tears running down her cheeks. The masked man's silver hair rustles as he leans forward,"please, HOkage-sama, Tsundae-sama, please say it is not so?" Pleading, though his eyes and the eyes of the others held no hope, only guilty, anguished depression.

The blonde's shouldersd shook, and even the famously emotionless iceburg had tears in his eyes, though the bangs of his chicken-butt hair covered them.

Tsundea voice cracked as she spoke but it was the resoulution that finally brought the full wait crushing down on them - " I am sorry, Kakashi, but it is true.". she paused, then drew a steady breath...

"At 6 o-clock this morning, Sakura Hurona died, suicide."