A/N: I felt guilty about not putting anything out for such a long time, so i thought this up :)
Reflections
What ever happened to sunny days on the hillside, just staring at the clouds?
Nobody knows. We've all forgotten them, so long ago. That was a different time, we were different people. That was before the killing, before the dying, before the waking up to the news. Before seeing blood on your hands, on their hands, on everyone's hands that would never wash away.
She crouches over him now, idly fingering the torn, bloodied Nara clan symbol upon his vest. All her time in the field, all her training as a medical Elite drains away into the hollow of this moment. Nothing can be done.
As he takes his last faltering breath, she cries. Not for him, not for his death, no. She cries not for the life taken, but for the life never lived.
She stares now into dim eyes that see all and nothing, and realizes she and he are one and the same, save one difference. Her eyes are forever shut, for if they should open, surely the world would see the endless pain and suffering therein.
His eyes are open, reflecting the sky.
Put a bit of thought into this one, hope you like.