Kinda sad……I guess. Lots of character death.
Falling
Shikamaru knew. He knew as he stood at Ino's funeral, as he watched Chouji's name being carved into the memorial stone. He knew, even as Neji, Tenten, Lee and Gai followed Chouji, slaughtered in a sound nin ambush, their names marching across the stone in neat tight lines. He knew. He had always known. He was falling. And now as his ragged breath caught in his chest, as the blood dripped from his cracked lips, he knew it more than ever. Memories flashed. Asuma sensei's death. Stumble. Ino's funeral. Trip. Chouji's defeat. Fall. He coughed as blood caught in his throat, pooling around his sore, abused body. Kabuto lay across the field. Dead. Much like everyone else he knew. He glanced at the clouds. Free. Flying. While he fell. Ever deeper, ever faster. A pang of pain from his chest. Once again memories flashed. Naruto's fox-like grin. Ino's incessant giggling. Chouji's kind smiles. Come back, he thought. Take me with you. Let me soar. And as their spirits whirled around him lifting him, a small smile graced his bleeding lips for the first time in years.
"Let me soar" he whispered, before letting the shadows take him for the last time.
Fin.
That was depressing to write. I need some soda. Reviews would be nice too! Just click the little blue button!