Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Nine years later, the Forth Shinobi War was coming to an end. The surviving shinobi lined up at the tent to have their wound cared for. Miku worked quickly, hoping to see her bothers coming through the flap of the tent with no more than a few cuts.
They must have only minor injuries and let those with bigger issues get attention first. Miku thought. that has to be why it's taking them so long to appear in the tent!
Miku brushed away any tears of fear, but alas, her bothers never came through the tent flap. Worried, Miku bursted out of the tent and onto the cold battle field.
"Mizuke! Mitsue!" she screamed.
her fears came true when she saw two grey figures topped with cream blond hair laying lifelessly next to each other. Whimpering, Miku approached the figures. Her eyes grew wide and tears over spilled when she saw her beloved brothers looking at each other, mouths opened with unfinished words.
Miku collapsed to the floor; long, blond hair sprawling all over her kins' lifeless bodies.
Rain poured and lightning flashed all night.
The next morning with cold. When Miku finally sat up with her eyes red, one side of her dirt-streaked hair fell over her face.