How…
Could things have been…
So torn…
When my world…
Had…
Already…
Shattered…?
I was so numb… I had to look at my fingers to
make sure that they were still flexible. My knees
didn’t exist in this messed up world were I
stood living, my friends and family dying around me.
He had come… his gorgeously rough voice
haunting in laughter in her mind, echoing… He
had sworn to return, her memory was betraying her.
I couldn’t more… everything was still;
my soft pink hair in the breeze, my face which was
frozen in shock and fear, and my limbs were locked
tight to my sides.
He was here… doing what he thought could
make me all that was his… too severe all her
bonds to those who she loved dearly.
My feet began to move… I felt my nightgown,
emerald green faded to a grassy haze, sway with my
unsteady steps.
“Sa…”
His memory haunted me. His beautiful eyes, soft
melted brown mixed to fade away in a shimmering
gray, the mix perfect.
“So…”
His memory haunted me. His beautiful face, smooth
lovely skin and flawless lips, handsome.
“Ri…”
His name escaping my lips. I felt alone, I heard my
friends screams, I was alone.
I don’t know why no one came to help them,
I was certainly too weak for such a task. But the
smoke that flowed from the other side of the village
wasn’t reassuring.
It wasn’t till I found myself in the middle of my
slaughtered friends and family; that I stopped and
noticed who was around me, dead.
Ino, her last scream ringing in her dead eyes, lay close
to my bare right foot. Hinata, her closed silent face,
lay close to the blonde. Kiba and Akamaru, death
together, lay a few feet away. My brother, his angelic
lips opened in a final attempt to shout for help, lay some
ways before me. Sai, even in death wore his ever
present smile, lay to my left. But worst…
Naruto was hanging from a tree a-ways before my
brother.
My breath caught.
How…
Even when it was ever possible..
Could…
Everyone I loved…
Be dead?
“Sasori…”
What… have you… done?
…To me…?
I felt slight pressure, warm wet coated pressure,
sneak around my neck. A caress. I glanced down
to see a horribly familiar hand, strong deadly, caress
my neck continuously. His hand was covered and
coated with blood, the blood of everyone that
meant everything to me.
Death To Those Bond, inside, my lesser side cowered.
Then his voice.
The Beautiful,
Sadistic,
Gentle,
Rough,
Maddeningly Loving Voice.
“Boo….”
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