FIFTY FOUR | prisoner of war

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[Name]'s PERSPECTIVE

Konoha Hospital

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Tsukuyomi hadn't seen Asura in years after his last battle with Indra, which had resulted in the loss of her child due to interfering in the fight. The brother's feud had never fully ceased, but there was a radio silence upon battles. She was indifferent to the feelings she felt towards Asura during those years, "I'm sorry." the word had gotten so repetitive over the years. She knew Asura never meant to hurt her or the child she bared for the short time that she did. "Tsukuyomi. I love you more than ever I would never do anything to hurt you, please understand this. Please.." But it just wasn't her he had to forgive, nor would it ever be enough, and forgiveness would never cease the war that hovered the two ill-fated brothers.

She wasn't the same as she was before because of the incident, she could never hate Asura, but she could never be with him. Or so she thought, Tsukuyomi had always wondered. What would've happened had it been Asura in the end that she chose to spend the rest of her life with? Would this cycle continue as it had been for so many iterations now, so many iterations of her continuous life had always wondered, was it Asura or Indra? The repeating cycles of life she had seen so far never quite sealed an answer, she had equally loved Indra in her first life, but equally loved and fully accepted to forgive Asura in another, and the cycle continued to repeat itself.

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The next morning followed in a more sunnier perspective, too sunny if she was being honest. Her blurred vision adjusted to whatever—or whomever— was next to her and gripping her hand tightly. As her vision focused on who was next to her, she was met to a sleeping Uzumaki that sat beside her "Naruto....?" she blinked a few times as her eyes cleared of the sleep in them, as she glanced over to where Shikamaru initially laid with his importu makeshift bed made out of chairs from the room, to notice he wasn't in the room anymore and the makeshift bed laid unscathed.

She looked back to Naruto, as she looked down at their hands intertwined, before staring at him as she felt an expression creep onto her face. A faint smile. But it hadn't last long as she felt herself thinking of the last time she physically saw him, her face deepened in expressions, as she felt her hands withdrawing from his."Naruto..." she remembered it as if it was yesterday when she had left Konoha.  Naruto was soundly asleep in his bed, until he heard her voice call for him. Shaking out of his sleep quickly, looking up at the girl before him as she looked down at him, the night post lights radiating into his room through the room as he saw the blood on her face., Her face was riddled with dry blood, "I'm..sorry..but this is goodbye.."

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