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Hello, I am back with chapter ten! This chapter doesn't have a lot of dialog, but I loved writing it. In fact, I'm already done with chapter eleven and half done with chapter twelve, so please review if you want to read more!

The Sight beyond the Window

Chapter 10: Heartrending Death

"Sakura, why do you still love Naruto?" Kakashi asked.

"It is because he never shot me down. He never dumped me. He just—died…"

"So you still cannot let go, even though he has already died?" Kakashi asked.

I nodded solemnly, "I wish I could…"

I felt his warm hands grasp my shoulders as I began to tell my tragic tale, "I have already let go of him physically, he has gotten beyond my reach. However, if I had the choice, I would have never let go…" I could feel tears forming in my eyes, and felt the dull pain in my chest, sending slight warmth throughout my body.

Kakashi leaned his head into the crook of my neck from behind, and I knew that he was holding back his tears.

"Emotionally— my heart still holds. It clings tightly to the memories—all of them. However, the strength of my heart has slowly started to decline. Slowly, I feel the memories that used to haunt me start to fade into a puddle of others. This, for normal people would be a good thing. However, my heart is tearing itself apart in order to reach out to my fading memories. My heart wants to hold those memories close—forever."

The room became deathly silent, I could feel my heart begin to ache, and Kakashi opened his eyes half way, "Does this mean that you will even remember that day he died…? Even I do not want to remember…"

I smiled a sad smile, my eyes half lidded, and slowly beginning to fog up as if I were dying, "I remember that day. I still see those vivid images whenever I try to go to bed. The events of that evening continue to replay itself in my mind. Yes, that memory will never cease to exist…"

The day Naruto died… I wished I could have died with him. He had died a gruesome death, one that no one could have ever predicted. Crushed into the ground, and it was not even worth killing him. His death meant nothing to the people who killed him. It was an accident to them, the people who intended for something much more than a simple death.

The evening of his death was cold, and snow had just begun to fall. The wind ceased to blow, but the skies were filled with grey clouds that threatened to turn black bringing with them a storm.

I thought it was going to start raining before Naruto could return to his apartment, so I rushed to the construction site to bring him an umbrella and raincoat. Naruto had gone there to take a few bento boxes to his friends working at the construction site. Even though he did not support the construction, he supported his friends, Rock Lee, Tenten, Shino Aburame, Chouji Akimichi, Temari, Kankuro, and lots of others.

His friends were helping their parents, and parents' friends, since they all supported the construction. They were tearing down the old Konohagakure School, where all of our childhood memories— Naruto's and mine, originated from. In addition to that, it was where we first met.

We were both against the construction, and we were not alone. There were groups that formed many branches of the Anti-Construction group, which was a group that was so against the construction that they threatened to kill people who supported it, or were directly involved in it.

Of course, nobody took them seriously, and because of that, a member of the main Anti-Construction group decided to take action, and prove that they were indeed serious about their threats. That person set a trap at the construction site, and waited for someone to walk into the trap.

Naruto and I were not a part of the Anti-Construction group so we did not know of the plans at all, and we were not acknowledged as people who were against the construction.

Unfortunately, instead of one of the construction workers or supporters, Naruto stepped into the trap. As he set off the trap, it was only moments after I had entered the construction site smiling, but as I spotted Naruto smiling at his friends' work, I rushed forward.

A large piece of the old building's metal frame had fallen off the top, and it continued its descent toward the ground, and towards Naruto.

It fell at what seemed an impossible speed, and I continued to run to Naruto, shouting and screaming for him to get out of the way. In my mind, the events carried on in frames of black and white, moving at a torturously slow pace compared to the speed of the falling metal, and every step I took, the frames grew darker, until the metal had reached its destination, and crushed Naruto into the ground, his blood spattering across the ground and onto my body.

I had been only inches away from him, and the last I saw of him alive was on that evening. The evening he just smiled at me in his last moments, oblivious to the danger. I shouted and screeched his name continuously, but I already knew that he was dead.

His body was crushed beneath the heavy frame, and his body had become so distorted that I could not even make out his face anymore. His blood, a deep crimson red, had been spilled onto the ground, and it continued to pour out of his corpse.

His bones were either broken and sticking out from his body or had been completely shattered from the force, and merged with the thick, crimson liquid.

The smell and feeling disgusted me, yet I still brought myself closer to his corpse, and hesitantly touched a part of his body with my pale hands, and then, I threw myself onto the parts of his corpse that I could still reach from beneath the frame. I clutched at his blood soaked jacket, which had pieces of his flesh scattered about it.

My tears mixed with blood, and I stayed with him until I was overwhelmed by the stench and sight that I vomited, gagged, and finally fainted from exhaustion and sickness.

The next time I awoke, I was in a hospital, looking out a window, in which I could see Naruto's corpse still where it was the last time I was awake. His friends and their parents surrounded him, and although they were far, I could see their expressions clearly. Each of them were crying, or on the verge of tears.

It disgusted me that none of his blood relatives had come to see him, in fact, I did not even know if he had any. It was as if he just existed without parents or relatives, only friends.

Suddenly, I felt my throat burn, and a terrible feeling filled my throat and stomach as I vomited once more. Looking back once more at his corpse, I was tempted to leap out the hospital window. It was open, the beautiful white drapes moving with the wind, and it called out to me, as if it were my gate to heaven.

I almost did, I was just getting off the bed when I felt his hand on my shoulder. It was Lee. I was taken over by emotion, and my heart beat at a fast rate.

Lee had always told me he loved me, and he proved it by coming to stay by me, even when Naruto had just died. I stared at him as he looked at me with a sad expression, his eyebrows furrowing, then, finally closing his eyes as he spoke one word in a forced voice, "Don't…"

I paused, then without thinking I rushed to the window once more, only to be caught by Lee, "I want to die! If you love me, you'll let me die!" I shouted thoughtlessly, tears failing to fall from my eyes.

At that time, I had already cried too many tears, so much that I could not cry at that time. Lee squeezed my waist more tightly, "No, if I love you, I'll give my feelings up for your benefit…" He whispered, sinking to his knees, as he still held tight to me, wrinkling the hospital gown I wore.

I could feel the light tugs at my gown as he released and tightened his grip multiple times, as he began to cry. His sniffles were the only sound in the room, and to tell the truth, I pitied him at that time. He had fallen so hopelessly in love with me that he could no longer let go, but only fall deeper, and harder.

I reached out behind me with my left hand, and petted his head as if he were a little boy. He pressed his head into my lower back, and the gown began to dampen. I smiled a sad smile, and turned around, to hold his hands in mine.

"Please—please…! Don't die… Don't die…!" He repeated, "If—if you die, I—I would go with you…! However, I— I do not want us to die pointless deaths! I want us to live—to live and be happy…!"

He really was like a child, in many ways. He believed that people could be happy as long as they tried; he believed that reality was something that was painful at times, but could also be happy if you wanted it to be. However, I had already experienced reality at its harshest…

I no longer had the will to live; I no longer had 'hope'. I had completely given up those things they called hope, and faith—they meant nothing to me.

End of Chapter 10

I know, I just killed Naruto but-- that was the only way I could think of to get rid of him! I needed him to be included in the story without being alive! I'm sorry about killing him, but the fact that he's dead thickens the plot! My story wouldn't work out right if he was still alive! I'm sorry! Thank you for reading, please review!