People die in war. That is a common fact that even the most naïve of children should know. And as much as it hurts, people have to move on in spite of the deaths of their loved ones. They live on knowing that their loved ones will never return, and that things won't ever revert back to the way things were before they experienced the terror of war first hand.
What makes death sadder is the lack of mourning. Or rather, one simply didn't get the opportunity to mourn during war. Some may not even get the chance to see their loved ones face for the last time, whether that be a blessing or a shame is debatable by every individual.
Konan is no exception, in the sense that she too has no time to mourn despite the fact that she wants to. In her mind she knows that the corpses of her mother and father were probably ashes by now. They were probably burned along with many other corpses.
It's funny in a morbid sense how people could either choose to mourn or adapt.
Konan chose the latter. Not because she didn't want to mourn, but because surviving is her top priority. She couldn't allow herself to spit on her parents' sacrifice by dying.
But that's easier said than done considering she's a full-fledged crybaby.
The town that she arrived at after leaving her mother was a pigpen, no matter how Konan tried to sugar coat it. The town had been flooded by the dirtiest water Konan had ever seen in both her current life and her previous one, the water was so high that she had to swim to keep herself from drowning, and not to mention the stench of dead animal and blood that filled the air.
Suffice to say the town wasn't the most hygiene of places.
Konan surely would never be able to forget that she accidently swam into a corpse of a kid. That had almost giving her a heart attack, she has always been a faint hearted child after all. Not to mention the hollow look….no, forget it. She didn't want to remember. The memory would haunt her in her dreams after all.
She didn't have a choice but to travel to the next town and hope for the best despite knowing how dangerous it is for a mere child to travel by herself during war. Konan may be a timid person by nature, but she knew better than to use the open roads and instead stuck close to the trees.
Okay, fine. It was only due to her mother's lessons that she knew not to stick to the roads.
As much as she would like to say that she has more than enough resources to get by, it would be a complete lie. And anyone who knew Konan would know that she couldn't tell a lie to save her life.
In truth her resources, the bare minimum she could carry with her, would only last her ten days. And that's accounting the fact that she'll only eat the bare minimum she needs. She knows that it isn't a healthy diet, and that it may even affect her growth, but what other choice does she have?
To be honest she was happy she even has food, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that right now she had it quite good. Other orphans don't have the luxury of food. So as far as she's concerned she's quite lucky.
But even her luxury was a double-edged sword, because her fellow street urchins were by no means dumb. They would see that she isn't as skinny as them, that even though her clothes were dirty they were made by fine silk, and they would see her as a perfect target to steal from.
Knowing this only made Konan more alert, paranoia preventing her from even closing her eyes for a second, and she knew that if it continued she would develop a case of insomnia. She didn't know if that was a good trait or a bad trait in the world she resides in.
Speaking of insomnia she recalls that Gaara also had a case of it, didn't he? Although his was developed due to the being inside of him and the constant assassination attempts on him. Konan remembers a fair amount of information about the Naruto series, but for the life of her she wasn't sure whether or not Gaara ever got over his insomnia. She hopes he did.
And as she hugs her knees tightly to herself while hiding in a bush she couldn't help but wonder if other characters experienced insomnia as well. She thinks that it's likely considering that they were ninjas, and that particular career choice is rather gruesome.
Gruesome enough to traumatize someone to the point of not being able to sleep anymore she imagines.
Then she looks up at the starry sky and wonders what Yahiko and Nagato were up to while she's thinking about weird stuff.
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