Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, big surprise...
Author's Note: This is just something short and sweet I thought up on a Tuesday. Hope you enjoy!
We're here to celebrate the life of Naruto Uzumaki.
Son of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki.
The Kyuubi's container.
A prankster.
An outcast.
An idiot who failed the academy graduation exam three times.
Stubborn.
A shinobi.
Ichiraku's best customer.
A student.
A teammate.
A rival.
A loyal friend who always keeps his promises.
Optimistic.
A traveling companion.
A godson.
A target.
Determined.
A sage.
Creative.
Convincing.
Konoha's hero.
Genuine.
A griever.
The Hokage.
A genin.
A reincarnation of the sage of the six paths.
A best friend.
A fool who never gave up.
A husband and father.
The savior of the shinobi continents.
Konoha's number one hyperactive, knuckleheaded ninja.
To him, I only have one thing to say.
Thank you, Naruto.
As Sakura read the speech to herself, tears prickled the corners of her eyes. She knew that once even one managed to fall, she would lose herself to them. Before then, she hadn't cried, hadn't sobbed, not a single tear had fallen. It hadn't felt real until this moment. She didn't want to read a speech in front of the entire village. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and finally release all of her emotions. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. With Hinata and Sasuke refusing to read it, she had no choice.
She took a shuddering breath when she suddenly felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw dark eyes filled with pain and sorrow. There was something else though: determination and hope. The Will of Fire stared her straight in the eyes, never wavering.
I can do this. Taking another breath, she stepped forward.
-END