As I type this, I wonder to myself why I'm so morbid. And so completely dull that I've yet again used the ever-so-boring scenario of death... in the same way I did the last chapter. If you'd like, think of this as a companion to the last, just without a pairing. And before you ask: NO THERE IS NOT A PAIRING. I didn't have one in mind, just wanted to write something with death. I like death fics, okay? They're fun to write, fun to read, fun to mess around with. If that's not something you particularly care for, leave, if you fancy.

Note to others who read my fics regularily... Um, I don't have as much time on the comp as I'd like. Sorry for anything and everything :(

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Cold

She's so cold.

Naruto thinks that to himself as the sand shifts over the scatted rocks. The debris of a monumental happening are here and there, just scattered remains of battle and death. The clouds block the sun for a small moment before they blow past the shining star, onto the pink horizon that stains the very dirt he stands on a haunting color. The trees rustle for a second, and then fall mute once more.

I'm so cold.

By now, these thoughts are no longer voluntary. He's just letting them sift through his mind one by one, trying not to let the emotions rise behind his eyes, beneath his muscles, and through his veins. It would be a shame to let all that training go to waste, after all. A shinobi doesn't show emotion; but was he even a shinobi anymore to begin with.

He is so…. Cold.

And then he starts to cry. One by one they fall, those dew drops of salt and burning fluid. Saying that they light a blaze of fire down the paths they make wouldn't be over exaggerating. In truth, they are, and his skin is peeling off with it. He feels the ghastly breeze of evening air blow on a part of his body that shouldn't be showing. He knows most of his sanity has gone with that flesh -- onto the carnage riddled ground that was once his home.

Is his home, for this will be the ground that he will always rest on. This will be the place he will forever lie. The dead bodies of his enemies will be his plutonian resting place. Naruto will fall on the carcasses of his comrades and enemies alike. They will bear his weight like he did them -- they will now carry him like he did they. They will be equal standing, they and he.

There will be no 'higher up' no 'Hokage' or 'leader'. Just dead bodies decaying.

Oddly enough, that is what brings a smile to his face. Not a sane one, but they last of a dying man -- a man that has been through stifle and struggle just to get here, to be able to call himself equal among dead bodies, dead bodies of the ones most important and the ones just there. Though he could not protect them, he is with them, and will remain with them.

Without a sound other than the storm approaching, he falls. A soundless echo among remains.

It's cold.

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