Word Count: 772 Words.

Story Title: Life Goes On

Summary: Spoilers.. Asuma reflects on his life and the people important to him. Kurenai tries to explain a difficult subject to her son. Two-Shot.

Pairing: None.

Warning: Spoilers, Character Death and Angst.

Disclaimer: By any means, Naruto belongs to the genius Masashi Kishimoto – not me. I, however, know this story that I've written for your entertainment.

Author Notes: Hello there! I decided to make a sequel to One Last Breath after listening to another song on my playlist which is "My Immortal" by Evanescence. Such a touching and amazing song, so I decided to type up a sequel to my first part of my one-shots. This is in Kurenai's Point of View.

Five years. Five years that my husband has been dead – my heart still hasn't healed since then. It still feels like someone tore my heart out and ripped it into a million shreds without a care. It's hard to even look at my own son without wanting to cry. Even at five – he takes so much after Asuma. The same grin, the same laugh, the same attitude, everything – It.. scares me. Not only my son a splitting image … I see Asuma still. Am I going insane? I don't know. Everywhere I turn, he's there .. every time I close my eyes, he's there… he haunts me. I can't go anywhere without seeing him. Why can't he just leave? I'm a wreck. Sometimes, I shut myself in my room and just stare at the pictures of him .. wondering why did this happen? Why did I let him go on that mission?

Like any other day, I picked up our son, Isamu (A/N: Isamu means "Courage or Bravery") from the Academy. The sides of my lips twitched slightly as I cracked off a small smile as I watched the five-year old boy came hurrying toward me quickly with a toothy grin. "Hi Mommy!" He said, happily as he hugged me around my legs and clung to the front of my white dress, staring up at me with those brown eyes of his.

I was silent for a moment, studying the boy for a moment like I always did every time when I look at him. So much like his father - Isamu had adorned her lighter skin and black hair, while he took on his father's brown eyes and his face. "How was your day?" I finally chimed as the boy shrugged, releasing my dress, leaving wrinkles in it from his tiny grip.

"Okay, I guess." He said as he scratched his short black hair. I knew something was wrong.

I sighed, taking the little boy's hand and began to walk slowly with him in the direction of our home. There was a silence between us – I hated it when that happened. "Why was it 'okay, I guess', Isamu? Was someone picking on you?" I questioned, slowly as I look down at the boy whom refused to look at him. "… Yeah, someone was." He answered, hesitantly. He still didn't tell me about what. But, I had the feeling that I knew.

"Why were they picking on you?" I asked softly, stopping for a moment as I stopped and knelt down to his level. His big brown eyes looked at me, sadly as a deep frown appear on his face. "Because I don't have a dad." He answered and then continued. "…Mom, where is dad?" He questioned, tilting his head and blinked curiously.

My heart sank. I knew at some point .. I had to answer this question, but I didn't know how. He is still young .. and didn't understand death as of now. I sadly looked at Isamu, thinking long and hard as I took his tiny hands in mine's. My eyes drifted to a place over the boy's head ... I saw him. Asuma. Standing behind our son, a smile on his face – I finally smiled … a true smile in five years as I looked back at Isamu, a few years sliding down my cheeks. Isamu blinked, watching me, almost confused. "Mom?" He asked, worried.

I laughed slightly as I let go one of his hands and whipped my tears away from eyes. "I'm sorry, Isamu. Well.. your father will always be a part of you, he's watching you always, even though, he isn't here with us physically. He's with you in spirit. He was an amazing ninja who carried about his comrades first before himself – he put his life on the line. And he's a hero because of that. Ignore those other kids, they have no idea what they're talking about." I finally explained, standing up as I ruffled Isamu's head.

Isamu merely smiled, taking my hand again and looked up at the sky. "In that case, if you're there, dad? I love you and I want to be just like you and great grandfather Saru!" He exclaimed. I smiled, looking over my shoulder to see Asuma laugh. I blinked and he was suddenly gone with a blow of the wind.

"I love you, too, son. Take care of your mother. And, I love you, too, Kurenai." A voice whispered among the wind and Isamu looked up at me with wide brown eyes. I said nothing, but smiled and we continued on home.