Disclaimer: Jeez, this is getting old…I don't own, will never own, and only lust after Naruto. Joy.
Warnings: Mild angst….Wave Country spoilers…Misuse of Japanese food names.
Snowbound.
Dear gods.
Not snowbound.
Strike me with lightning, swamp me in a tsunami, anything. Just not snowbound.
Not now.
I suppose, since we are stuck no matter what…Might as well pass the time.
It's the day he died, see.
Of course, I never actually met him, but it doesn't matter. I felt like we were kindred spirits in more ways than one.
He'd been betrayed by his family.
He felt like his duty kept him in a world that only caused him pain.
He died serving that duty, but at least he died thinking he'd saved the life of the only person he still loved.
He was wrong, but once again, it doesn't matter.
Plus he had long black hair and reportedly feminine features. And I swear, I'm not alluding to anything.
So I've been marking the anniversary of his death ever since Naruto told me. Because of the whole kindred spirits thing.
But one of the details that I found vaguely morbid, just a little wonderful, and altogether strange was the way it snowed when his love died beside him. A boy as pure as the snow, Kakashi-san had said. Of course, I'd passed it off as Naruto exaggerating again, but hey, you never know, right? Because occasionally Naruto does tell the truth. Occasionally.
Still, if it just so happens that you were traveling in the country where this boy came from, and it just so happens that it's the day of this boy's death, and yet again, it just so happens that it's snowing like mad outside, so that you're stuck inside a tiny little shack with nothing but a stack of frozen dango, then it crosses the border from exaggeration to…Well, to creepy, actually. And somehow, I wouldn't be surprised if dango just so happened to be his favorite food, too.
And who am I even talking to? You don't exist. You're a little scrap of paper I found wedged in between two dango. And yet here I am, pouring out what very well could be my life's story if I don't shut the hell up right now and go to sleep.
Because I'm feeling dramatic, and because you just can't end a monologue (if this qualifies as a monologue) with goodnight, I'll sign off with this.
If I make it out of here tomorrow because the snow has miraculously cleared up, I'll leave this piece of paper back where I found it, in between two dango, instead of destroying it.
And then some poor sap who gets stuck in this shack just like I was will eat the dango, and read this message, and maybe if he's even more of a sap than I am, he'll start crying.
Oh damn. Just so you, the paper, and you, my reader, know for sure, that wasn'ta tear. It wasn't.
I need to sleep now, before I delude myself into thinking that I see the boy smiling at me through the frosted windows.
Hello, Haku.