Chapter 6 – Gone but not Forgotten
It was three weeks since the death of the Hokage, and it was time to put him to rest.
And entire village gathered, dressed in black, to mourn and say goodbye to a Hokage they barely got to know. The young, bright-eyes and yellow-haired Yondaime. Either smiling like the sun or training like a force of nature. All looked through the light spray of raindrops of that cloudy day at his face immortalized on the rock wall overlooking the village.
His portrait was surrounded by hundreds of others; lives lost defending the village. Flowers were in abundance in front of the pictures, even though it was November, flowers of some sort or another always grew in Konoha.
On each white chrysanthemum laid down by an Aburame, an accompanying winter moth or butterfly went with it, silver wings shining like flecks of sunlight. Every clan member was present. Jima and Ussa had come back from the hospital about a week prior.
As soon as the last was laid down, by the youngest of the clan, gripping a mini carn tightly in his little fingers, the small winged insects all fluttered up and away as a shimmering group.
Even those watching not found of insects or those who disliked the strange Aburames found the speckling of silver wings beautiful.
Rest in peace Yondaime; your soul flies as freely as a butterfly on the wind.