They fight as if they are one; he swings her around his hip as she stabs three men in various vital parts, she vaults over his shoulders as he attacks her opponent. They are amazing, spectacular, moving like gods. As soon as it begins, the fight is over, the other Jounin helping as much as they can, but none as perfect as Uzumaki and Haruno.
It happens in an instant; one of the "dead" men stands up, supporting himself on a nearby rock, and performs a simple yet deadly jutsu. Only she notices, only she moves, throwing all of her weight against her lover, at whom it is directed. He skids away just as it hits her, sending her slim body flying through the air to fall some thirty feet away.
Silence echoes around them and with a mighty bellow he turns on the last man and murders him, tearing him apart. Spinning, he races to the other side of the battleground, eyes full of blazing tears.
She lays there, her body broken and bloody, like a china doll dipped in red ink and dropped on the floor. Her eyes are already dim, but she smiles up at him as he picks her up gently, his tears landing on her face, washing away the grime.
She whispers something, but nobody but him hears. One shaking hand reaches up and touches his face, wiping away a few precious tears. He grasps it, murmuring something back to her. She smiles, the brilliance of it lighting up her face for the last time, then slips away, her hand still pressed against his cheek.
With a howl, he bends over her body, all orders from anyone forgotten, as he mourns the death of the one person who truly loved him.
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They say love is a wonderful thing.
But they don't know,
do they?
Because love can only hurt
when the thing that loved is
gone.