No Regrets
A Naruto Fanfiction
By Teki Star
Regret. How very powerful it is. It manipulates us, controls us, binds us. We cannot break free. We will always regret something, no matter how small and insignificant it is. Saying something, not saying something. Confessing, not confessing. Believing, not believing. Not a breath is without a regret chained.
So why then do I feel fine as the darkness begins to blur my vision, softening the harsh edges of reality?
Perhaps that's the feeling of regret's chains weakening and bending. The dead cannot regret, after all. They really can't do much but rot, truly. That's a rather insensitive way of looking at it, but I don't believe the fairytales that their spirit watches over us.
When I still lived in the safety of the little Shinobi village I'd come to call home, my mind was plagued with nothing but regrets. I regretted not being strong enough to kill him at the time of the incident, regretted not being able to realize his ashed intentions and rapier plot. I regretted staying in the village so long, I regretted allowing myself to become attached to others around me.
And so I left. Left for a man with a smooth voice and insane eyes, hoping his lack of sanity would lead to destruction of my regrets. But nothing but a mountain grew of my regrets. I regretted leaving, regretted attempting to kill, regretted every step I had taken in the last ten years after my departure.
So then why, if I once felt so much, do I now feel so little? I've heard tales of death, that one regrets something so much during life, but regrets it a great deal more during one's final seconds.
I did not kill that person, I did not find the power I dream of. The power I dreamt of. But I feel free, like I have finally fallen asleep for the first time.
Perhaps it's because your face, my killer and most cherished friend, is the last one I will ever see.