WARNING: Angst .
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A/N: It's uplifting angst if that makes any sense? I suppose it's more like a remembrance than anything . . . I hope it makes sense when you read it, here's a little guide to help you:
Konohamaru
Kurenai
Team-eight-Shikamaru-Ino-Chouji
Kakashi
Hopefully you'll get it when you read it!
Sarutobi Asuma – October 18th
He was everything I' ever wanted, needed, desired in a man. He was kind, he was honourable and he was true possessor of the will of fire.
He was my uncle, and he was really cool. He was everything I wanted to be, though I never knew it. He was always really laid back but he was still super-powerful. That was what made him so awesome.
He smoked too much – he always lost at shougi – he fell into my barbeque traps constantly – but all the same – he was really – troublesome? – Awesome – he taught us everything – he cared about us – he was the best teacher – the best friend – we could possibly have – no one can ever replace him.
He was a good man. A good friend. A powerful shinobi. He cared about right and wrong, about justice, he didn't deserve to die so soon – though he died honourably, protecting the village.
He left behind a child I will raise to be just like him: Intelligent, handsome, caring, powerful . . . but without the nicotine addiction.
He didn't just care about his family though – he cared about the people, and that made him powerful, that made him awesome. He left the Sarutobi legacy to me – and I won't let him down!
What he taught us – when he found time to drag himself away from Kurenai – will be with us – forever – he taught us to value life – to be true to ourselves – to never let others beat us – and we won't ever – ever – forget that – we will pass on this knowledge to our own teams – eventually – and his teachings will live on.
He was never just another name on the memorial stone. He was important. He was special. His existence meant something. People understood that, and they haven't forgotten it. His second-hand smoke will continue to clog our lungs without shame. And as we die from it, slowly, without realising it, we will remember him.
We will always – always – remember him– and though at times it may feel as though we cannot continue without him – we will never give up – we will always stand tall – we will always remember what he told us – what a good friend – an amazing man – a devoted sensei he was – is – and always will be in our memories of him.
Sarutobi Asuma – We Will never forget you.
OWARI!