When Gaara reached Naruto's house it was too late. Her wounds had started bleeding again less than halfway through the trip. Her body was limp and she felt cool to the touch. He felt for a pulse, for signs of breathing, anything. He found nothing and started to shake her violently. He yelled at her to wake up, but she was already gone. Naruto and his parents came outside to see what all the noise was about. They saw Gaara kneeling down and crying over Haru. Once the shock wore off, Naruto joined him.
Sasuke and Itachi watched what was going on from afar. After observing them silently for a while longer, Itachi looked at Sasuke. "Are you happy now?," he asked bitterly. "She's dead. Gone. And you were the cause of it. Surely you must be overjoyed at taking away the life of some people's hope and future. Their friend and possible wife. Our sister."
Small silent tears fell down both of their faces. Sasuke could only reply with a weak 'No'.
Itachi put his had on Sasuke's shoulder and spoke softly as he said," This village needed her for its survival. She was born be the next leader of this village. Now who will continue to give the people of this village peace and good lives? She was born for it. Now someone will have to be chosen."
Sauke looked up at Itachi and smirked. "I just wanted her to feel what it was like. You know? To be hurt. To suffer like we did, like mom and dad. I didn't want to kill her but now that she gone…. My life is all the better for it," he whispered. This earned him a hard slap to the face. Neither said anything after that.
The next day it was announced that Haru had died. A floating casket was sent her down the river. The reason for this is because when she was little she would talk about was how she loved to be in the water and how she wanted so badly to be a fish. A new leader was chosen that afternoon, zumaki Naruto. Under his lead, the village continued to be happy and peaceful. Her brothers stayed in the village after her funeral and lived normal, semi-happy lives. Some people say that her casket floats through the village every year on her birthday. Others say they can still hear the laughter of a female child if you go walk down the street where she lived.
This is the ending. I lost all motivation for this story. If you read this story and enjoyed it or found something wrong with it (don't be cruel), then review. Reviews are writers fuel, they make us happy and push us to continue our story and do our best. Anyway, if you have complaints about this ending PM me. If I get enough complaints i'll continue. Thanks everyone.