Note: Final chapter and then the AFTER THOUGHT! By the way don't forget to post reviews!

I know this is random but, I found this orginal story I had based some of the concepts of this version of Glass Roses on that I had wrote I while ago. I started reading it and there were somethings I thought I should add to this one. These two poems are ones I wrote for the orginal story.

Glass Roses so fragile and delicate,

Dancing upon the soul of the forgotten,

Here lie their questions in mind take,

If we open them early, and lay them upon cotton,

Will they shatter?

These fragile flowers?

This is the other one:

Death is the end,

But do not fear,

Even though many tend,

Because soon we will be together again.

For those who have already finish reading this story just know that the only other thing I add was the new ending so you don't have to reread this chapter if you don't want to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the Naruto storyline.

Chapter Thirty:

Shattered, Like Glass Roses

That day, my heart broke into a shatter pieces.

There was no one for months that I would speak to.

My heart was like that of the rose that shattered on the little girl's floor the night Sasuke betrayed us.

Shattered.

The pieces were like the shards of glass that shattered on her floor.

I knew that no one would be able to fix what had been done, but in the end I would find that two could began to heal my heart.

Four months after Gaara's death I found out that I was pregnant with his child, or so I thought.

Five months after I found out I had twins, one boy and one girl. I named my son Gaara in honor of his father, and I named my daughter, Kiaza.

My son, who was only three minutes older than my daughter, had the hair of his father and my own emerald eyes while for my daughter she had her father's crimson locks and her father's teal eyes.

Eyes that I adore.

Hinata had a son of her own, his hair was that of hers and his eyes were a celestial blue from his father side of the family.

I watch over them from my office, and I know that in the future Naruto's son and my daughter would most likely become very close.

Five years after Naruto's death Kiba asked Hinata to be his wife, but she refused him. He continuously asked her for her hand every day until exactly three years after his first proposal and she said yes. They had three more children, one daughter and three sons, together.

Lady Tsunade and Jiariya decided that they were both to old to bother with a village any more and vanished together in the mist three years after the anniversary of Naurto's, Sasuke's, and Gaara's death.

I hear from my jounin that they travel the country side by side almost as if they were a married couple.

Rock Lee has often proposed to me, but I turned him down each time, my heart staying loyal to my one true love. He then later married a woman from the sand village and is said to have three sons.

Ten-Ten and Neji both decided that they wanted to start a family together and they have one child, a little girl by the name of Risa.

Ino married one of the ANBU Black Ops 'Root' member, who we all know the name of Sai, and they both serve under me as separate branch leaders. They have two daughters and one son.

Shikamaru, at the death of Temari, vanished a year after I returned home from the mission I was sent on, and was never heard from again.

I full fill the dream that Naruto held so dear to his heart as the second woman Hokage in our village.

Sometimes at night, when the children are asleep, I walk around the village.

When the twins turned sixteen, I made such a walk to clear my head when I stumbled across a small kitten with teal eyes and the fur of a usually golden tabby cat. He couldn't have been more that five weeks old at the time, and he reminded me so much of Naruto and Gaara that it was uncanny.

I picked the small creature up in my hands and said to him, "What are you doing out here?"

He made no reply and I felt my heart break in the familiar places.

He was so young and innocent but at the same time he had already been mistreated and abandoned by the world for things he could help.

"Well," I informed the small cat, "I'm taking you home with me and I'm going to call you Garuto, ha ha."

Garuto is almost twenty years old now, and he has been my companion for many years now. Old and withered by time like me, but as strong and keen as he ever was.

When I first met him, I would have never guessed that he was one of those lost children that were swept with grief and pain, one of those who were abandoned or had been beat, or endure some other form of mistreatment. His story is not one of rainbows and butterflies or the happily ever after that we have come to know as we snughled in our pillows with sweet dreams in mind.

No.

But, I will nver forget him.

That boy who reminded me so much of glass roses, that was once perfect, and now is no longer with his missing pieces and cracks.

He will forever be in my heart and prayers, even if he is imperfect and broken...