Drabble - Snow
It's cold, she thinks dully, casting her gaze around. Snow litters the ground, with more drifting lightly to join every second. The sun is hidden behind the dark grey clouds, even as a small group of people stand out in front of the cemetery. There's only thirteen, including her. She's not surprised. Most people had forgotten him, as his name faded into obscurity, nothing more than something out of a history textbook.
She hadn't. She never did. Every night she remembered how–
She chokes back a sob. She can't cry now. She hasn't cried since his body was carried back through the gates. She has to stay strong.
Beside her, a hand tightens on her shoulder, and another around her hand. They are almost uncomfortably close. So close, that she can feel the breath, muffled by a mask, on her neck, and the tickle of blond hair. She closes her eyes, basking in their warmth. They're stony cold, but at the same time, the most warmth she's felt all day.
As the body is set on fire, she opens her eyes once more.
It will be the only time she will ever see Sasuke peaceful, after all.
The flickering flames engulf him. One by one, the group turns to leave.
And slowly she does too.
She screams as she watches Naruto get blown back. For the first time, red fills her vision completely. If he had just taken a second to notice... but his attention is completely on the blond.
Tired from his battle, he never sees the kunai slip into his neck.
Note: I wasn't entirely sure if the Japanese buried or cremated more often. So I made this a cremation. And then I was uncertain if people actually watched the cremation. My apologies if I got something wrong.