𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚!𝐎𝐜 ── ❝ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 ❞
── Following the plot of Naruto when he's younger, Uchiha Misaki is the twin sister of Uchiha Sasuke...
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──────═❀═────── 『 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝟑 𝟐 』 ──═❀═── ━『 I love you 』
As Kakashi, the medical corps, and the team arranged by Shikamaru to bring Sasuke back arrived at the hospital, everything around went tense. Heavy tension filled the air, as every member of the Medical Department darted vigorous glances at one another.
My slight change in demeanor did not go unseen by Kakashi's sharp eyes; a shadow of worry was etched across my features. He didn't probe. After all, he knew I was worried for Naruto since I hadn't left his side the moment he came into the hospital. Naruto had been peppered with marks from the recent events. His body was still and unconscious on the hospital bed while I remained steadfast at his bedside.
I took some time off from everything to pick a bouquet for Naruto, which came from the very depth of my soul. If I couldn't ease his pain by words, probably a little from nature's beauty would be some comfort to him besides me being at his side.
I walked back to his bedside, setting out the flowers in a vase. Their bright blue color contrasted sharply with the hospital sterile-ness of the room. As I sat back down in my chair, my head on my arms beside Naruto's legs under the blanket, a wave of introspection washed over me.
The weight of only having a couple of years left to live was upon me, and the enormity threatened at any moment to overwhelm my senses. Amidst everyone, one thought persisted—the pain that my impending fate would inflict on Naruto. It was cruel irony: to be faced with the realization of how little time I had left, yet haunted by the fear of causing someone dear anguish.
As I sat next to him, watching over him in his unconsciousness, I couldn't help but think of the ties that bind, all those common experiences and moments that blurred the lines of our lives together irredeemably.
In the fragility of our existence, I found my outstretched hands clutching at hope, that somehow, someway, our paths would remain intertwined, if only for a little while longer.
The tears blurred my vision as I gazed on Naruto's serene face, the features softened in slumber. Each tear trickling down my pale cheeks made me realize one thing: Naruto was more than just a friend to me.
My trembling hands reached out and grasped Naruto's warm hand as if it were my way of seeking solace in our bond. His touch was like a lifeline amidst the blackness; he grounded me. If Naruto wasn't here for me in my life, I would have gone down the same path Sasuke does.
With our fingers interlocked, a wave of serenity washed over Naruto, relaxing his body under my gentle pressure. "I love you, Naruto," I whispered—the words slipping out previous to actual registration, desperate in their pleading. The words hung suspended in the air and then a heavy silence settled over the room, suffocating in its intensity.
