Fight (a Naruto reborn fanfiction)

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I have nothing to say for myself. 

Just take this chapter and maybe not crucify me? Although I deserve it. Anyways, feelings are hard, aren't they? Our two darlings here seem to think so, at least.

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"Go to your siblings, Kisame. Don't come out until I say so."

Himari feels quite unsettled. Sure, she thought about what Sasori was doing a few times over the years, but she has made her peace with never seeing him again (no she hasn't). He was so young when she left, there was just no way she left a lasting impact on someone with so little to care for. So why did he try to find her, how did he find her? 

The specifics elude her. He looks good, all things considered. Just like in the manga, he has forsaken his human body in favor of one that could last him forever. But he has yet to don the ugly puppet that she remembers, instead appearing before her as what could only be described as a very realistic showcase of what he would've looked like grown up.

He's shorter than her, but that is not surprising. The simple clothes he's wearing look out of place, when she is so used to seeing him in an akatsuki cloak, but how would he have one of those? The leaders of that organization are currently trying to make some onigiri in the house behind her. 

His hair is still as red as she remembers and he has really long and pretty eyelashes. Pretty eyes in general, to be honest. Even glistening with unshed tears, they look just like onyx. Wait a second.

"Why are you crying?"

Himari doesn't understand. She didn't even say anything mean, all things considered. He's a full blown ninja dammit, there's no way a little threat would've hurt his feelings. So why, pray tell, does he look so broken? There's no way. There's absolutely no way. Did her friendship, did she mean something to him? The unfeeling puppet (who had seemed so human, so lonely back then. Desperate for anything other than indifference, contempt.)

"You are sad. Why? ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT!"

She's confused. She so unbelievably confused that she turns to the emotion she always turns to when nothing else works. Anger. How dare he, how dare he show his face here after so many years, how dare he look at her like she hung the stars in the sky, how dare he remember her (When she had thought for so long that she had been forgotten. When, for some time, all she had wanted was for him to find her and smile at her again. When, laying alone shivering in the cold of the battlefield, all she wanted was something she knew other than herself.)

It's so- complicated, to see his eyes, remember what was, to see him so vulnerable, crumbling in front of her all because what? She said that he wasn't special? These characters turned people, words on a page turned flesh and blood, they- they- 

They are real. They are real. They. are. real. They're fucking real people! Are they? Aren't they? Her world is crashing down. How did she get so shaken up. Is she real? What if, despite all that she has been through, despite all the pain she has endured, the memories she made and let go, the feelings she has felt- what if it all ultimately means nothing?

They were characters. Characters that, while appearing much more realistic, didn't have the ability to hurt her emotionally. Because that's all they were. Characters. And she told herself they were real people over and over again, she really did. But they behaved so like what their older counterparts would that, in the end, she could not see them as their own person. And Kisame changed that, he really did, so small in her arms that fateful night, but he's still a child.

He's still far away from the person he will, would become one day. The children are easy to accept, a blessing.

But Sasori? Sunken to his knees, looking up at her as if she was his whole world (she was), silent tears ruining his otherwise immaculate appearance. No Sasori looks exactly like how he was shown in the show. But his behavior is so out of character. Is this good? Does this mean she has changed something? Or is it bad, and all it shows is that her actions have consequences far beyond what she would expect? Does it show that they can feel?

Why is he still looking at her? Why can't he avert his eyes, when she can't avert hers? They're locked in the others eyes, both searching for an answer that would make this moment hurt any less. But no matter how deep they drown, they come up empty.

Sasori does not compose himself. How could he, when he feels like the world has stopped spinning and he was left confused to search for a reason. But the reason stands in front of him, stern and soft and sad and angry and just and every contradistinction one could come up with. Because Himari is his Pandora, and in finding her, he has opened the box which will bring all bad into the world.

"You ask me why I'm sad? It really is simple. You-" he takes a shuddering breath to compose himself. Speaking is clearly causing him great pain. "You were my whole world. I lost you once before. and now, you shall have your way and I'll loose you once again."

Finally, finally he looks away. Had he not, he would've seen the unshed tears gathering in Himari's eyes. It just seems so... surreal. To mean that much to someone. To be remembered. To be remembered.

"I really... mean that much to you? How- Why?"

The snort Sasori lets out sounds sad.

"Why? If I had known why, do you think I would've let this get as bad as it is? Do you know that I dream of you, still?"

If she had known this earlier. If only! She had thought of him as an enemy (not really) and handled him accordingly (yet he was still alive). But all he had wanted was to reconcile? Truly? .......

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She sinks to her knees next to him. As he looks up to her, expecting a kunai to hit his heart, a sword to cut him clean in half, all he sees is the small smile Himari allows him to see. And then, she does something he had not thought possible.

She takes him in her arms. Sitting on the forest floor, bodies entwined, souls rekindled, hearts mended. For a moment, everything is okay. Such tranquility is unusual for a ninja, so Sasori seeks to appreciate it all the more. But his mind is exhausted from days of searching, from crying so much. And, despite his best efforts, he falls asleep. If Himari were to kill him now, he would die a happy man.

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How we feeling my darlings? Currently coming from a two hour math exam that kicked my ass (or maybe I kicked its? still undecided), i thought i could channel that despair into this chapter. Also, look mom, I finally let Sasori have something nice for once! It would be a shame if I ruined it... nooooo, I would never. 

Anyways, hope you enjoyed, I'll see you all in 5 months probably!

Naruto is Kishimoto's toy, I'm just playing with it.