Masamune walked away, "I'll be back another time to finish the job. One of two isn't so bad."
"Aki...Aki, you'll be..." God, what could he tell her? She was dying and he couldn't help.
Don't die...don't die...d̶͍̆o̶̳͘n̷͖͊'̵̣̓t̴͓̔ ̸͍̕d̴͒͜i̶̬͛e̵̳̒.̷̞̋.̷͉̽.̴͖̀y̸͚̘̝͂̓ó̷̝̫̙̿u̵̗̐̋̋ ̸̬͂͘c̷̞̍̔ȧ̵̪͕n̵̜̠͕̾'̸̨̞̫̑̉̋ṯ̵̱̄̓̔ ̶̘́̿d̴͈̉͛i̸̺̯̓ȩ̷̛̖̠́.̷͔̞̗̑.̷̡̗̳͋̀̊.̷̩̄̑͝ỹ̸͖̥̲̏͘ò̸̧̦̟̩̱͊̀̌͝û̸̜͈̮̩̇̆͜ ̴̢̰̣̈͌͐̉ͅc̴̠̟̄̔̐a̷̳̽n̸͔̞͚͓̤̉͊̔̇͠'̷̥̯̳͈͂t̴̩͉̿̀̃͝ ̷͉͙͊l̸̘̓̃̆e̷͇̭̰̪͐̌̔̆ͅa̸̜̪͂̎v̵͕͓̤̦͈͆̇̒̐e̷͔͓̪͓̲̒̉͐̄̈́ ̵̻́̏̍̑Ỷ̸̺̯u̶̫̰͗k̶̡͚̈́͝ͅi̶̢̱͍͇͇͆͗͂́m̷͈̯̟̯̬̀ù̷̻͔̙͙̳ŗ̴̡͓͓͙̍̈́̑̓͘a̷͚͐̈́!̴̬͑̿̇́!̶͈̤̟̜̀̈́̍̄̚ͅ
Mitsunari sat before the shrine that housed the Otani family shikigami, as was his duty as oldest to give thanks to them for guarding the family line for centuries. There was a bitter cold and the candles that were lit before the proud statues of a kitsune and kama were blown out before relighting with a haunting pale green fire. Mitsunari's eyes widended in slow shock.
"N...No...Akihime..."
Yukimura was at the school, training as he waited for Akihime to come back from visiting Sasuke's temple. It was nice and quiet, perfect for training, before a massive and terrible weight of grief fell over him.
"Yu...ki..." Ghostly pale slender arms wrapped around his chest from behind, holding him tenderly, "I won't...leave you...Yuki..."