A ebony haired teen stood on the sandaime's image.

It was spring in Konoha. His former teammate's namesake drifting in clouds from the trees.

Odd, how he always came back at least once in the spring.

Maybe it reminded him of his old team.

Sakura.

Those pink blossoms, so delicate yet so unsure.

Naruto.

That too bright star, so far away and still so desperate to be acknowledged

Kakashi.

The silver moon, so cold yet so strong and caring

Himself.

The night sky, so dark and yet so lonely and somewhat lost.

What happened to his team?

He left them.

that's what happened.

Then why did it hurt so much?

Because he left them to protect them.

that's why.

But they are capable shinobi.

And he missed his village.

He missed his team.

He missed the only family he had left.