This is a bit of a snippet from Mamaru's point of view at the end of chapter 6.

It hasn't been edited at all so apologies for grammar and spelling mistakes. Be warned there is mention of character death (one of my OCs)

Wrote this while listening to 'Coming back down' by hollywood undead, the one that was used in an AMV by HiddenWhiteFang. She is a genius and it is her AMVs that pretty much inspire me to write.

Enjoy!


Mamaru didn't stare after Akiko, instead he turned and left. It would have hurt a lot more to see her go without hesitation, with nothing holding her back.

'We had it good, in a hell hole like this.' He mused as he walked out of the cemetery.

The two had made a good couple, and for a year, everything was perfect. He was happy to have found someone that he loved and who loved for Sayuri equally regardless of her self-imposed wild living. In fact it was Akiko who had gotten the wild girl to return to living in civilization, with them.

And for a startling moment it was perfect. Iwate was climbing back to it's feet, a running hospital and committees as the whole village pitched in to help. They were finally moving on from both the Third Shinobi war and their own Civil war with Hanzo and the Akastuki.

And just as fragile as that small budding peace and camaraderie was, it shattered like glass.

The only building that had been left from the reign of Hanzo had collapsed and it had collapsed with Sayuri in it.

He had run to the hospital, praying that Akiko could save Sayuri if she was injured, telling Akiko that the tower had crumbled and there were injured from the rubble. And that Sayuri was inside.

There it was, their worst nightmare.

It was him who had found Sayuri's broken body, it was him who had held her as she died. but it wasn't only him who had been hurt.

With a soft sigh of resignation and regret, Mamaru looked back just managing to catch the last glimpse of Akiko and her pointed hat.

A pang of sadness and pain reminded him of the lingering hate.

Even after the two years, there was still hate in his heart. He had blamed her for the death of Sayuri, for the fact that Akiko hadn't been able to save the girl that he saw as a kid sister. Not only that but it was because of Akiko that Sayuri had went into the building to retrieve some damn bracelet just to give her.

And for a time after, he had been lost in his own grief. So much so that he had cut the contact between them and what ever relationship that had started to grow, had died as well.

It had taken the words of one of the survivors, old and wrinkled and alive, to get him to see past his own hatred, to see the state that Akiko had fallen into.

'You shouldn't hate Akiko, she'll be grieving just as much as you if not more. It's with things like this, that you have to learn to let go of your anger and your hatred. After all, if we hadn't let go of our hopeless feeling, how would this once shamble of rocks become into this budding town? Take as the words of an old fool if you will but just think on it okay? '

And Mamaru had.

At first it was hard to even think about Akiko without feeling hate towards her, and when he tried, the pain in his heart was too much. The anger and hatred had numbed the pain enough to get by.

If Mamaru was honest with himself, it would have continued like that until she would have left if he hadn't seen the completely dead look in her eyes as she sat in the middle of Sayuri's room.

She was crying and not once did she make a sound as she stared at the wall of crude drawings of their small family, tracing them gently with the tip of her fingers.

Those blank eyes, he had avoided for so long because it was easy to blame her. Not only that but the fact she had blamed herself as well only encouraged Mamaru to do so as well.

But seeing them had caused a pang in his heart strong enough to feel over the hatred he felt and he was reminded that she too was human, not someone who could never make mistakes. But an actual Person with their own emotion.

He ended up leaving her sitting on the floor as he went to his own room to think about her pain and what that meant and maybe try again to let go.

It wasn't easy but one day he came to face her and said.

"The punishment that you put yourself through is more than I can ever do to you, so instead of making you feel worse. I'm going to do the opposite."

And he had.

When she had broken down in tears, he gave the tissues, a pat on the back and that general comforting presence and even though there was no talking, it was enough.

Slowly He healed and so did Akiko and now, a two years later she had left the village.

With a look of melancholy and a heavy heart, Mamaru looks over the small flourishing town that had been built in the span of three years with a fond smile. Because even though he hates her for all that had happened, Mamaru couldn't deny that he still loves her.


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