Just my thoughts on the Yamato situation... Sorta a crack fic. But seriously gaiz. Someone save that poor man.
This was written about three weeks ago, so some things are a bit behind the current canon.
The war was over.
The Five Kage defeated Madara with that jutsu you knew would be the most effective against him.
Tobi's identity was revealed and he was exactly who you thought he was all along.
The whole Sasuke situation was dealt with in the manner you thought was the most appropriate.
All of your favorite pairings became canon.
Everything was perfect.
It was in this setting that your favorite character is walking through the streets of Konoha. It is the end of a week-long celebration for the end of the war and what a party that was! They walk by many a ninja and civilian alike passed out on rooftops, in the middle of the street, down alleyways, on any nearby surface. They themselves have just woken up from an alcohol induced stupor and decided that a walk was the best way to deal with their hangover. During their walk, they couldn't help but think how utterly perfect everything was; however, there was something niggling at the back of their mind. It was the feeling that they were forgetting something . . . someone . . . but they couldn't quite place what or who . . .
Oh, well.
*Miles away from Konoha, under the Mountains' Graveyard*
Yamato hung miserably from the wall. He knew the war was over and had expected someone to come rescue him at any moment. No one had come yet and it had been several days since he had woken up! He will gladly go back to using his Wood-style to build houses all day; the drain on his chakra would be enormous, but he would have human contact!
Why did they forget him? Was he just not that important?
He didn't even care who came to rescue him anymore! At this point he wouldn't care if Madara himself was the next person he saw; at least he was an actual human being who remembered and cared enough to seek him out!
"Please, someone – anyone! – just come and rescue me!"