A small note: I know I haven't updated but I'm doing the best I can. The new chapter is nearly finished but my internet will be shut down for a while so I don't know when I will be able to publish it. I just wanted to say that because I think you all need to know. I'm thankful for all reviews I got. I read all of them even if I don't reply. I'm sorry if anyone receive it and thought it was a new chapter. I think I owe you an explanation why I update so late(I think I already said that but not in details). Last year when I was finishing primary school there was a test for scholarship in school which would otherwise cost me 2000 euros. I got the schoolarship but to keep it I need to have excellent marks and go to competitions which means less time on internet and less time for writing. I hope you understand.
Sincerely yours,
SoulWithOutASoulmate.
A small part of chapter six as an apology(not a spoiler)
He stood on the roof of Kazekage building looking at the dim lights of Suna. His beloved village. It was his reason for living, his reason for waking up every day. Still there was something he loved even more. Maybe he was selfish. As a Kazekage he should show devotion to his village above everything else. But still he loved her and that unborn child. He loved them too much. He laughed lightly at that. Years ago he thought that he couldn't love at all. But now his problem was that he loved too much. The village will be able to go on without him. They will mourn him a couple of days maybe even weeks but they'll get over it and find someone else suitable to be Kazekage. But he will never find a woman that he can love as much as he loves her. Even if he was given a century to live he would never find someone like her. The village could live without him but he couldn't live without her. So why would he bother to live at all? To live such a miserable, pathetic life? He'll end it all tonight. He'll kill himself with his own precious weapon, his very own sand. He'll use it as a spear to pierce his already broken heart. Death should be quick. Maybe a bit painful but quick. And a quick death without too much suffering was something he craved since his childhood. Since those first tears. How many times he wished that those were the last.