Impurrfectly Purrfect Book 2

Closer

I don't know what to do.

Madara stood up and quickly dashed off, leaving me to hold myself up alone. I began to jog off, nodding to Tobi. He just nodded back, returning to Naruto and the rest.

Sasuke. I need to find Sasuke.

I ran out of the torn up dirt grounds, heading into the forests. Don't you just wish time would wait for you? Would hold you by the hand and say it'll all be okay? Someday, sometime, the pain will end and it'll just be... It'll be okay?

I felt chakra flying towards me, and I automatically wanted to just turn around and scream. Scream my heart out, scream my lungs out, scream until I can't scream anymore. I whipped around, grabbing it by the blade as it gently sliced at my pale fingertips. Cresent, that young girl that was paired up with Reino and Zabai was here, along with Reino and Zabai themselves.

Reino and Zabai were doubled over on their shaky knees, panting and huffing as Cresent seemed ablaze with anger and hate.

"You! What are you doing?! What do you and this Madara guy think you're doing?!" She threw a fit, stamping her feet and throwing kunais around like frisbees. I caught two of them, glaring at her as Reino and Zabai just decided that the damage was done, no saving her now. Smart boys, they knew me to well.

Reino and Zabai seemed nervous, but I decided to play nice for them. I growled menacingly, narrowing my eyes to her and then leading them back to the brothers, "Take her away. Now."

They quickly followed orders, nodding at me before having to drag her away and sew her mouth shut. I continued to run off, but Cresent had struggled right out of their grip and threw her hands on me.

"What is your-"

I spun around, gripping her wrists tightly. How could I explain this? How can I explain this feeling, explain these thoughts, explain this pain? All I could do was stand there, both of of seemed to be at a loss of words and breath. Reino and Zabai seemed like a painted memory fainting in the wind, they both froze like their blood ran cold.

Cresent and I stared deeply into eachothers eyes, and I tried oh so hard to explain, just to explain it all. She seemed to freeze after a few moments of staring back into my slits, of feeling the death grip on her wrists and the death grip on her heart.

The same death grip that pulled at mine every day, every hour, every year, every single second, the one I grew used to and had learned to love. Gently and slowly I let her go, her body slumping to the floor. I don't know if she understood or not, but something must've had clicked. I turned around without another look, peep, action, and ran off, searching for the pale ravenette.

The trees passed by in a blur, their jagged branches poked out in every direction, new branches slowly forming, small leaves trembling along with the world we fought on. Everything seemed to be in order, the way it was suppose to be. Yet, at the same time, everything seemed warped and twisted, something no one wanted it to be. I guess it really just depends on your own personal opinion, though. The way people died, whether they were deep in our hearts or someone we've never heard of can either be tragic, a relief, it can be a whole swarm of emotions whether their good or bad. But, that's up to you to decide. Thinking back on all the family that's left me, either dead, abandoned, or just moved on, it stings. Because all of them were and are buried in my heart. There's no stopping that.

I could feel my head start to spin, why was everything so hard? Why couldn't I just make the right decision for once and stop making my life so complicated, why couldn't I form a single solid thought or come to an agreement with myself over so many things? I felt my pulse speed up, something inside me was rumbling to life, a fire was starting in my chest, my fingers began to curl into my palm as the fire spreaded, everything was burning. Everything stung, everything hurt.