Our fragile flower

Prologue

Naruko Uzumaki-Namikaze was often described as a fluffy ball of sunshine. Always running around with a big goofy smile on her face. Eating ramen as if it was as important as the air she needed to breathe and always too dense to understand any of Kakashi's dirty jokes.

But age had changed her.

Three years with Jiraiya didn't seem to have done much, with the only results about her being a bit smarter and having learned smaller jutsus that ranged from B to D rank.

Yes, it didn't seem much, but it was more than it seemed.

Bonds change a person, bonds are the reason that humanity evolves, bonds give us a reason to be alive and when such a bond is forcefully broken it brakes the person as well.

When Jiraiya died... It left scars that would never heal.

But she didn't show it. No, she wouldn't show it. She was stronger than that!  

Then the war began.

There was so much death, blood and bodies everywhere. Coppered coloured liquid was spread across the landscape and the putrid smell of iron entered her nostrils making her want nothing more than to empty the contents of her stomach.

But she couldn't.

She needed to be strong.

She needed to be...

Strong...

...

No, she didn't.

Because in the end, it was all for nothing. 

She died, what a way to die it was.

Her newly made friend Kurama got forcibly extracted out of her, the feeling was indescribable. It was so terribly painful. The cut Obito had made earlier was easily forgotten as the pain of the extraction kicked in.

Everything just went black right before her eyes.

Was this how Jiraiya felt before he passed away?

There she currently was, in a pleasant abyss. No more pain, no more conflicted feelings.Just nothing.   

She closed her eyes and smiled. She welcomed Death as if it where an old friend.

"Finally..."

She could rest...

...

But fate had other ideas because this death was meant to happen... 

And it would change everything.