Ochiba O Mosu
(Burn fallen leaves)
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto© or any of its characters. I do not own any of JUMP's publishings.
Darkness is all around me. Utter darkness. Someone, please help me. I'm lost. I'm losing myself even more. Help, someone please help me.
I sat straight up. I had been watching him and suddenly drifted to sleep. How I longed to feel his touch, to have him hold me and be able to bury myself in his warmth. Exactly as I used to. He was right in front of me. An arms length away, yet he seemed so far. I wanted to feel his soft, silver hair. His sweet face was so calm. Why couldn't he always be like this? So.at ease. Then again shinobi can never be like that, not even in death.
My name is Kaede. That is all that you need to know. I do not walk among the living anymore. Once, not so long ago, we would lie in bed, our sweating bodies entangled. He was my world as I was his. Now all I can do is to watch him from a distance and feel my heart ache. Now I must watch as he goes on with his life, seeming not to even glance back at his past. That was why I loved him. All he ever thought about was the present. I never wanted him to look back, but now I yearned for him to reflect on the past and remember me.
"Kakashi." the name escaped my lips. I peered at the sleeping ninja. Kakashi, the jônin of Konohagakure village. He was my first love. ".Goodnight my love"
The carefully placed window curtains did nothing to keep the light out. The light of the moon seeped through, as if seeking something out. His pale face seemed to glow, bathed in the light. His scar seemed to have so much depth. everything about him seemed so much more perfect. I remembered his scent, heavy with sak?. Though I could not smell it now, I knew he had been drinking. I recalled a sweet memory.
"Kakashi, do you always drink like that?" I teased the man, though I was half serious "how does it always taste good to you?"
He smiled through his mask; "It always tastes good when I'm with you."
That day I felt as if the world could fall apart around me and I would still be smiling. But now I do not have comforts such as him.
I want to cry, but I know I can't. The dead can't cry. They can only let their despair eat away at them until there is nothing left. Until they don't feel anything. Until they don't know what they are anymore.
~prologue owari~
(Burn fallen leaves)
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto© or any of its characters. I do not own any of JUMP's publishings.
Darkness is all around me. Utter darkness. Someone, please help me. I'm lost. I'm losing myself even more. Help, someone please help me.
I sat straight up. I had been watching him and suddenly drifted to sleep. How I longed to feel his touch, to have him hold me and be able to bury myself in his warmth. Exactly as I used to. He was right in front of me. An arms length away, yet he seemed so far. I wanted to feel his soft, silver hair. His sweet face was so calm. Why couldn't he always be like this? So.at ease. Then again shinobi can never be like that, not even in death.
My name is Kaede. That is all that you need to know. I do not walk among the living anymore. Once, not so long ago, we would lie in bed, our sweating bodies entangled. He was my world as I was his. Now all I can do is to watch him from a distance and feel my heart ache. Now I must watch as he goes on with his life, seeming not to even glance back at his past. That was why I loved him. All he ever thought about was the present. I never wanted him to look back, but now I yearned for him to reflect on the past and remember me.
"Kakashi." the name escaped my lips. I peered at the sleeping ninja. Kakashi, the jônin of Konohagakure village. He was my first love. ".Goodnight my love"
The carefully placed window curtains did nothing to keep the light out. The light of the moon seeped through, as if seeking something out. His pale face seemed to glow, bathed in the light. His scar seemed to have so much depth. everything about him seemed so much more perfect. I remembered his scent, heavy with sak?. Though I could not smell it now, I knew he had been drinking. I recalled a sweet memory.
"Kakashi, do you always drink like that?" I teased the man, though I was half serious "how does it always taste good to you?"
He smiled through his mask; "It always tastes good when I'm with you."
That day I felt as if the world could fall apart around me and I would still be smiling. But now I do not have comforts such as him.
I want to cry, but I know I can't. The dead can't cry. They can only let their despair eat away at them until there is nothing left. Until they don't feel anything. Until they don't know what they are anymore.
~prologue owari~