Italics are The things Hinata said.
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She was beautiful. Her eyes were closed, her face so peaceful she looked like she was asleep. I knew better. I gazed at her, desperately waiting for her to wake up and say that this was all just some cruel joke.
I'd be angry at her and she would smile that innocent smile. I secretly called it her 'get out of jail free' smile. She didn't use it in a calculated way, as some might have. It was just ...her.
The thought of not seeing that smile again made my heart jerk painfully.
Am I destined to always be alone?
'I will love you always.'
To always feel this pain of loss?
It wasn't fair.
She was gone.
It was my fault.
And it wasn't fair.
The pain in my chest was crippling. I couldn't move. I couldn't look away from her dirt smudged, blood stained, peaceful face.
A life for a life. She gave hers for mine and oh how I wished it was the other way around. My life wasn't worth it. She shielded me with her body, smiling through the pain.
'I'm glad…you're…ok.'
She collapsed in my arms. Smiling. Love and relief shining in her eyes. I pulled her body closer to mine. She didn't like to feel cold, never had. Her free flowing blood stained my clothes, sticking them to my skin. I hardly noticed.
All I could think about was that I hadn't ever told her that I loved her. That I loved her with every fibre of my being. Every moment apart from her was spent in anticipation of the time we could be together again. All other women paled in comparison. She knew me.
'I was…happy to do it.'
Her eyes were still closed. Those strange, wonderful eyes. The unsettling white on white combination was warm and comforting in her face. Would I never see those eyes looking at me lovingly again?
She was perfect, why had I never told her that? My stupid pride always got in the way. I could never…I was never good with words. She would just smiled serenely and touch my shoulder.
She understood. It wasn't enough. Now it was too late.
It wasn't fair.
She was gone.
She would never hear the words.
And it wasn't fair.
The were others around now. They stayed back. I was grateful. I could hear the sniffling. It wasn't any comfort.
I pulled her closer and tighter. Her cheeks were wet. No. It was mine. Was I…crying?
The others were here and they could see me cry. Something I hadn't done since I was seven years old. But, damnit, I didn't care. My wife, my life, my reason for staying was gone. Her body lay lifeless in my arms.
'I will always be by your side.'
It wasn't fair.
She was gone.
Her killer was alive.
And it wasn't fair.
But he was going to pay.
Maybe if I had finished my quest earlier, this wouldn't have happened. Who am I kidding? If I had killed my brother like I was supposed to then she would be alive.
"Hinata, I don't care if I live or die as long as I kill him first. I promise you I will kill him."
'Promise me you will be happy, Sasuke. Please.'
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The background to this, if its not very clear, is that in a random fight on a mission, Itachi shows up and starts fighting Sasuke. He's about to be killed when Hinata steps in and takes the blow for her husband and dies in his arms. You can assume that Itachi leaves after that.
I don't know what I was thinking it just came out. R&R, please.