Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Seeing her—seeing her is like seeing their heart.

His brother, his gentle, loving—and sometimes ruthless—brother lurches forward, as if unable to stop himself—and his fingers brush her cheek, rounded by childhood once again.

The heat is coiling in his chest, the painful stutter of half-breaths beginning once anew, because, because, because—because—she is the same as she was, all those millennia ago.

Pink hair.

He knows, under those dark, long lashes, there rests green, green eyes.

He begs her, silently, to open them.

(He knows she cannot—his time, their time—has come and gone, and it belongs to the Others now.)

He only wishes he could have gotten more out of it.

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