Stray and Dissolve Away
StarlessCharm
Disclaimer... I don't own Naruto.
Memories are nice. But they stray and dissolve away.
When I was told that memories were a distraction in life, and that they were only pieces of foolishness, I tempted myself to become part of that foolishness.
Why?
My memories of us, the four of us, were too precious to me to have them disappear from me. And if my chakra were to be drained completely out of me, just to have my memories remain, then so be it. I will not have them fade away from my life.
You could say I'm a bit too protective of my memories. Then again, I have every reason to be.
They were my refuge. My home and family. Sometimes, my escape from reality. The future. These memories are my most cherished and beloved possession. The good and the bad. And if they were not by my side…
I would have no reason to linger with my existence on earth.
I'll always remember the true rivalry of the loudest, hyperactive ninja, Uzumaki Naruto, and the dark, number one rookie, Uchiha Sasuke.
I'll never forget, of course, my sensei, Hatake Kakashi.
I wonder what they would've been doing right now.
I'll always snicker at the incident of Naruto and Sasuke's kiss.
I'll always cry when I hear the screams of pain of my teammates.
I'll always laugh at the attempt of the three of us endeavoring to reveal Kaka-sensei's face only to have seen another mask hidden underneath it.
I'll always smile for Team Seven. For us.
If only I could reminiscence these memories together. If only you didn't become part of my past, my memories. I wished I could've shared more joyful times of the future with all of us.
If only…
When that person told me how memories were a distraction in life, I truly laughed. I replied with no hint of irony at all.
"They're the greatest gift to one's soul. Especially to me. Those foolish memories complete me."
But now, as I think about it, even if they do complete me, I feel as though they're slipping away. It hurts. It hurts so much.
…so maybe I lied they don't complete me at all.
The reason why my memories must stay with me is because…
I cling onto the past.
I want to relive my past.
I never wanted my memories to be taken away from me, when I witnessed the deaths of you, I decided. I didn't want to accept the realization that I would be alone because I was alive. I hoped not to endure that pain.
Ever since, I had never been the same. I really had no where to go. I was always unfocused. The incident always replayed in my mind.
Memories aren't all that nice after all.
Maybe someday, I'll become a fleeting memory too. And then we'll all be together again…
Memories are nice…
Are they really? Despite all of the bad times? And the pain?
But they stray and dissolve away.
Even though your deaths won't leave me alone.
And who knows?
The way I'm always straying with the past... I just might turn into a flower after my name, and wither away, as a memory does too.
A/N Well, that was a quick drabble... hope you enjoyed it. I know I didn't.