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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
- Location
- Oregon
It was another day, another day in the seven years of her life that Hayate had not been in her life. She was almost Twenty-Nine now, and even after his death she had not taken another lover. She felt no need, none challenged her as Hayate had. He was a mental and emotional challenge. He loved he when others turned their back on her. He held her when others walked away. She had been alone since that afternoon when she found him dead on the roof.
She had been alone with her revenge and anger. Alone with the pain, yes she knew that many felt such a pain. But not many knew the true depths of the Kunoichi's pain. She had fought so hard against herself, told herself it wasn't her fault that Hayate was dead. But let's face it, her team hadn't gotten there in time to help him. They had been busy with the evacuation of the Hokage, they had failed in that as well. Overall on that day seven years ago... she had failed.
Just that morning, the morning of Hayate's death... He had asked her to marry him, she asked him to give her a day. Now she realized, she should have said yes. Because at least then she could have given him that small happiness before his death. Her hands clenched as she stared at the cenotaph, through the slit eyes of her ANBU mask. It was a different sort then normal ANBU, she had handpainted hers.
The purple haired woman tilted down her head, her eyes closing as she felt the tears well up. Not many knew she cried behind her mask, smiled or laughed. Her hair fell around her, the dark almost grape colored locks blocked the sun as she pressed her ceramic covered forehead to the cenotaph. Clad in her full ANBU Captain gear, she looked like a skeleton risen from the grave. Now here she was pressed against the cenotaph, crying like a child.
Even seven years later, Yuugao was still weak inside. She tried to be strong, like her old team captain Kakashi Hatake had been. But she was not the Copy Nin, she was just... she was just Yuugao Uzuki... ANBU Captain... Someone without even a nickname or any real friends to call her own. She was... she was utterly and truly alone... Except for the two or three she could call her friends. Friends whom as of late where increasingly busy with students...
She had been alone with her revenge and anger. Alone with the pain, yes she knew that many felt such a pain. But not many knew the true depths of the Kunoichi's pain. She had fought so hard against herself, told herself it wasn't her fault that Hayate was dead. But let's face it, her team hadn't gotten there in time to help him. They had been busy with the evacuation of the Hokage, they had failed in that as well. Overall on that day seven years ago... she had failed.
Just that morning, the morning of Hayate's death... He had asked her to marry him, she asked him to give her a day. Now she realized, she should have said yes. Because at least then she could have given him that small happiness before his death. Her hands clenched as she stared at the cenotaph, through the slit eyes of her ANBU mask. It was a different sort then normal ANBU, she had handpainted hers.
The purple haired woman tilted down her head, her eyes closing as she felt the tears well up. Not many knew she cried behind her mask, smiled or laughed. Her hair fell around her, the dark almost grape colored locks blocked the sun as she pressed her ceramic covered forehead to the cenotaph. Clad in her full ANBU Captain gear, she looked like a skeleton risen from the grave. Now here she was pressed against the cenotaph, crying like a child.
Even seven years later, Yuugao was still weak inside. She tried to be strong, like her old team captain Kakashi Hatake had been. But she was not the Copy Nin, she was just... she was just Yuugao Uzuki... ANBU Captain... Someone without even a nickname or any real friends to call her own. She was... she was utterly and truly alone... Except for the two or three she could call her friends. Friends whom as of late where increasingly busy with students...