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Pain: The Third Hokages Death Seal

Naruto Uzumaki

Torn.
To pieces?
No, to bits.

Why?

The Hokage committed the reaper death seal to protect you all.

You look down emptily at his grave, not sure how to feel.

Everyone was upset, but you felt hollowed out. The Third Hokage was really gone.
You'd never see his smile, nor his 'this-is-a-serious-matter' face again. He left permanently, only leaving his legacy (your darling Konohamaru)  behind.....

It's not like you'd never dealt with loss before, but seeing the burden others have to carry is arguably the most painful part of a funeral. Seeing other peoples loss doesn't make you feel united, instead your heart aches for the tears they shed.

From beside you, a low sobbing can be heard.

Slowly turning your head you see Naruto, who stands beside you.

His hand hides his face.
He doesn't want you to see him cry, to see his weakness.

His pain was far harder to endure.

The only person to accept him since the start had passed.

His hand covered his eyes while he sobbed, unable to stop the waves of emotion he was feeling,

"Why? Why did the Old man Hokage have to die? Because shinobis have to be emotionless!" He turned and blubbers out his expense, before looking back at the Hokages grave, "He didn't deserve this..."

You look up in the rain, remembering one of the things he'd said to you,

"One day I won't be here the same way your parents aren't, but you must become stronger, and test your will of fire."

What he meant is still unclear, but you now understood why he'd said it.
With loss comes gain, from his death you know what you've gained.

A whimper escapes your lips, then a tear trickled down your cheek.

There was no point in trying to hold it back, not even in public. Loss is to be grieved, not ignored.

Your body went into a slight spasm as you dropped down onto your knees.

Your mind circles with images of the Hokage, then a torturous memory enters your mind.

Your mother and father.

Their dead bodies haunt your dreams but you refuse to mourn them. If there's a way to forget without forgiving you want it to pop up desperately.

More whimpers escape your mouth, your fingers clutching the dirt beneath you.

Now Naruto notices.

He's never seen you at such a low point, now that he thinks about it, he's never even seen you at a medium point. An expression of white horror paints your face, a ghost-like aura emanating from your alive being. Through his own, he can see tears glistening down your cheeks while you break in front of him.

His heart aches for you, a peaceful drumming echoing in his ears.

He truly cares for you, if you are a ghost, he isn't -no- could never  be scared of you.

He needs you more than you probably need him, though you aren't aware of his undying passion.

His first date became his first love.

He needed to do something, comfort you somehow, but he isn't sure of how to do it.

There's a feeling something far bigger is on your mind.

Therefore he settles on what's easiest for him to do, and reaches his arms over, enveloping your shaking form. This was his way, he wants to transfer as much strength he can to you.

He wants you to know he's there for you.

Immediately, you sunk into the warmth of the embrace, savouring the feeling of his cheek against yours.

Just then, you felt something soft on your face.

A kiss.

Naruto planted a soft kiss on your left cheekbone, reassuring you.

In that moment, you swear you'll protect him and the people closest to you at all costs.

Even death.

Sasuke Uchiha

You stood silently in rows along with everyone else.

Everyone was there.
They'd all come to pay their respects to the man, the man who'd sacrificed himself for his village.

The great Third.

On one side of you was Sasuke, and the other was Naruto, even he was quite for once.

You knew all the things the Hokage had done for his people and respected him as a rightful and kind leader.
He was strong.

Your mind thinks back to how he'd treated you, no matter how hard you tried to move on and forget the depressing memories.

You'd lived in the Hokages building as per his request, and he was like a father figure to you. There would be no-one sitting in the big chair and writing away at the endless pile of papers, nor walking towards his window and talking with his back faced to you, and that fact alone broke your heart.

He wouldn't be the one who summoned you to go on random missions anymore, and told you everything would be fine no matter the situation.

And though you acted like you didn't care, as if you were passive towards his death, on the inside you were being cut into pieces.

You played on a bored and tired expression, but your mind was swirling with doubts and regrets.

You wished you'd spent more time with him.

In an effort not to lash out, you bite your lip hard, trying to delay an oncoming outburst, but you know it's inevitable.

You can't stop the storm, the same way you can't make the sun rise from the west and set in the east, the same way you can't bring him back...

Your nails dug into your palms, drawing blood.

The dripping crimson caught Sasuke's eye.
Your face was completely calm, yet your hands were balled up rightly, fingernails infiltrating your skin, but you played it off, feigning nonchalance.

He shook his head at your hopelessness.

Your hand brushed against his and in one swift motion, his big hand engulfed your fragile one, capturing it.

Feeling the sudden warmth, you looked up at him, expecting him to pull away from you as soon as he felt embarrassed. However he didn't, instead he gently lifted your hand up to his face until it hovered over slightly. You could feel is hot breath on your bleeding hand as rain trickled down his figure.

He knew better than anyone the pain of losing someone dear to you, and he would do anything in that moment to make you feel better.

His unusually filled with emotion onyx eyes never left the Hokage's grave while he gently leaned down and planted the most genuinely understanding kiss you'd ever had on your left hand. His lips were soft, and kind, and comforting. Everything nice and cosy was all put into one little kiss. He kept his lips to your hand for a while, trying to express all his feeling towards you without words.

Words had never been his strong suite anyway.

After seconds that felt like hours, he finally pulled away, but refused to completely let go of you and kept his hand firmly on yours, trying to tell you he was there for you.

You felt him give a light squeeze, and he wanted nothing more then to hug you and let you bury your face into his chest, but he knew he couldn't with so many people there, he's just too insecure. Naturally, you understood, the last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.

You remembered the old man's favourite quote, "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." Now more than ever it feels prominent in your mind.

Sometimes the heart can see what the head fails to envision.

Once he had added with a completely straight face, "But nothing is invisible to the Sharingan and Byakugan." Around the time you thought he was joking, then realised he wasn't and questioned if his age was getting to his sanity.

You smiled for the first time since arriving in Konoha in fondness of the memory.

You were starting to see what he meant.

Subaku No Gaara

You were chatting happily away with Temari while you both stood guard in front of the towering sand blob that Suna called a gate. The sun flared down and it was impossibly hot.

Wafting your hand in your face, you turned to look left, a big smile on your face, when you saw a bird.

It was strange.

It was a bird from the leaf, your forever home. Although you had moved to Suna, you would always be a person of the leaf, no matter what happened or where you went, that was the only proud label you wore.

Instead of going straight to the Kazekage, it spotted you, and instantly began swooping and swerving in your direction.

You were startled at first, but slowly got over the shock and realised the message was for you, not the people of Suna.

Speaking of them, they were looking at you with dubious eyes .They probably suspected you of being a spy or something.
'Great..' You thought, 'Now they have another reason to doubt me'.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to get rid of the increasing feeling of fear that was building up in the pit of your stomach. If the Hokage had to sent you it personally, then it must be important.

You could feel your lips get dryer and hands sweat more profusely than before.

Temari looked over to you worriedly, she had a bad feeling about this.

Just as you were about to open the scroll, you saw Gaara and Kankuro approach.

You waved them off as Gaara took Temari's place, looking over your shoulder curiously.

"(Y/n), you got a letter?"

You didn't even bother to answer his question, the anticipation was becoming to much.

Quickly, you broke of the sealing bondage, and licked your lips dryly before reading.

"Dear (Y/n) (l/n),
I regret to be the one to inform you of this but the village has been in pure havoc since there is no Hokage. Sadly, he is not with us anymore-"

You stopped reading and Gaara stopped too.

Your whole body froze, your mind swimming with images of the Hokage. This had to be a prank, please say this was Naruto's vain effort to get you back into the village. No...the handwriting wasn't his, nor Sakura, nor Sasuke, not Kiba. Not anyone you knew. Your eyes travelled down to the end of the small letter,
"Signed, Kakashi"
Your heart broke in two.
The old man Hokage who'd done so many things for you was gone.
The memories felt scratchy and old, replaying in your mind.

Stupidly, you continued reading,
"-The village cannot function properly as many are busied grieving his death. I took time out writing this letter to you for your informational needs. I know I needed to inform you more than anyone and this letter was first priority. I hope you can come to Konoha, Naruto would love to see you, as would we."
Signed Kakashi

You read over the lines and suddenly your head aches.

Your brain threatens to escape your head while your heart pace was slows.

Suddenly, you felt very light headed.

The world became a frenzy of distorted colours, the sky was tumbling and the ground came up to meet your face.

Before it could, a wall of sand caught you and hoisted to you in the air.

You saw bright, red hair and gently said, "I'm fine Gaara, put me down"

But that wasn't true.

You could feel your body get hotter and malfunction as he held you close to his chest, transferring you into his warm, comfortable embrace.

He knew the pain of losing someone and he was determined to help you through it.

Your mind ran circles, but one thought always came back,

"Get....to Konoha" You uttered out, wheezing through your heavily laboured breaths.

You managed to hear Temari's soft gasp, and saw her blurry figure holding the letter, before she dropped it to the ground and bounded over to you and Gaara.

You could hear her shouting in the distance, calling out to other guards probably.

Gaara soothingly ran his fingers through your hair, not saying anything.

Slowly, you blacked out, giving into the darkness, pain and sorrow that enveloped you.

Kiba Inuzuka

Everyone had come, from far and near lands to honour the third Hokage's death, paying their respects.

Now, though, the funeral had ended and everyone was gone.

All but you.

You continued to stare at his grave blankly.

You'd cried so much tears wouldn't even come anymore.

The world seemed dark to your dead eyes as you scanned the clear cemetery around you. Everything was wet, a result of the previous downpour, and you could feel the mud under your shoes squelching. It was like the light had been taken away from the world, like the stars that made up the sun were scattered to the four winds. It was like the clouds had overcome everything, leaving everyone confused and unknowing to what would happen next. The storm had passed, but what followed was a mist like no other, which clouded peoples senses and brang with it the unfathomable.

You looked up at the sky, wishing things could've turned out different, wishing someone had saved the Hokage.
That was nothing more than a desire, though, nothing would ever be the same again and he was gone.

Forever.

Just as you were about to ponder the true meaning of the word/life, you heard a rustle in the nearby bushes.

You sighed.

Walking over, you could hear Kiba saying, 'SHush AKaMarU, or (Y/n) WiLL FinD Us' Then you could hear him muffling Akamaru's barks.

You coughed.

Kiba gulped.

Slowly, he got out of his 'hiding place', smiling sheepishly at you, but you couldn't conjure the strength to smile back.

His smile fell, the corners of his mouth tugging down in worry.

Your eyes were dead, and you were fiddling with your t-shirt and biting at your lip. Unlike other people, when dealing with loss, you didn't try to hold back tears and let them all out, but the aftermath it is you become unnecessarily shy and anxious around people. It had become a habit after remembering the gruesome way your parents died, and re-realising the lack of humanity humans actually carry, resulting in severe distrust in people.

You also became very quite, afraid to voice your feelings because you know you'll break over again.

Knowing this, Kiba knew the best way to help you move on would be talking it out, but he had no idea how to get that to happen.

Your eyes drifted back to the Hokages grave, attention focusing elsewhere ,when Akamaru barked at you.

Staring in fear and shock, you watched as Akamaru began to growl at you angrily, as if you were a stranger.

Now Akamaru thought you were a stranger. Your day was just getting worst and worst. Now he hated you. The thought of the loveable dog despising you made your heart swell.

He began barking at you repeatedly, frightening you.

Before any further harassment could ensue, Kiba stood in front of you, as barrier between you and Akamaru.

Almost instantly, Akamaru began licking his paws and acting as if nothing had happened, but you were shaking with fear.

Kiba turned worriedly to you, seeing you shaking, and was unsure of what to do. The hurt was enough to make you blurt everything out, "The Hokage is gone and I'm alone and everything's going wrong, Kiba, I don't know what to do and I don't have anyone who's here for me other than you!" You managed to say what was on your mind in one sentence.

Your throat became clogged up and you began to wheeze slightly.

Gently, you felt Kiba's arms round your shaking self, instantly calming your mind.

He was roughly hugging you, lifting your feet of the ground, but his hands were rubbing circles into your back softly.

Then you realised.

This was reality without the Hokage.

It began to rain again, soaking you and Kiba but neither of you cared, you were each others home, you didn't even need shelter.

Even if the Hokage was gone, you still had the people of Konoha and most importantly, Kiba.

Kissing his nose lovingly, he turned bright red.

You laughed for the first time in days.

Kakashi Hatake

"NO, Kakashi!"
You pissed.

You didn't want to see The Third Hokages grave, it brang back too many memories. Yet here Kakashi was, trying (quite desperately) to get you to go to the funeral service.

"Its rude to leave a lady at home," There he goes again with this gentleman act.

You frowned.

"Chivalry is dead!" You sigh, wanting him to go away desperately so you could break down in the house instead of in front of him. If he kept pushing you to the edge, you would just snap.

"Oh well, I'll just be going," Kakashi bowed his head sadly, his shaggy hair falling forwards as he makes his solitary way towards the door.

With your back faced to him, you waited until you heard the click of the door.

Click!

The small sound echoed through the now empty house. The sound reminded you of the fact you were all alone. The Hokage had passed away.

You wished you hadn't gotten so close to him before his death. It would've made things easier. You couldn't help but wonder if you could've saved him.

You were there.

You remembered banging desperately on the forcefield, screaming 'Lord Third' at the top of your lungs. He said he would be there for you, he made you believe you would actually be okay. You should've known better, getting close to people just leads to being hurt. The way of the Shinobi was emotionless for a reason.

Normally, you followed the code, but you'd went ahead and broken it.

And look at where you are now.

Angrily, you punched the wall, making the paint crumble off, but you were too distraught to care. All of the regrets from your past were catching up to you, re-slamming themselves in your face. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to just break down and cry, but you wouldn't.

Crying showed weakness and you weren't weak.

You were close to bursting and going full strength on the wall when you felt a hand grab your arm, stopping you.

You looked up, fire burning in your eyes.

Kakashi tried to give you his closed eye smile, but it wasn't coming off with the same effect. He had never seen you so emotional, it was hard to smile at you.

You wanted the stupid air-head to get off you and go get lost on 'the path of life', but it was clear Kakashi wasn't going anywhere. He would never leave you in the first place.

You clicked.

"You were there the whole time." You say, each word laced with venom.

He looked down at you with worry in his eyes, but you only saw pity.

Angrily, you tried to pull your arm away from his, but it wouldn't listen to your command.

You liked  his warmth. It was reassuring.
You couldn't bring yourself to pull away from him and that was the truth.

Instead of just saying how you felt, you sneered, "Get off me Bakashi! I hate you!"

He shook his head lightly.

He knew you were like this, it was just your personality. *cough Tsundere cough*.

Tenderly, he spun you around to face him, pulling you to his chest. At home Kakashi didn't dress in ninja gear, just a simple black top. How didn't you notice he was about to go out like that?

He hugged you, arms wrapped around your waist. You felt a tear escape your eye. His relaxing aura immediately made your guard go down, and you exposed your real self.
More tears found their way down your red, puffy cheeks as you wiped them on his shirt, making it wet. He sighed and rested his head on yours

Your arms, which were limp by your sides, managed to grasp his muscular ones in an attempt to straighten your posture. Your legs were giving out and shaking. You were scared out of your mind. Imagining life without the Hokage was terrifying. The prospect of moving on and forgetting him scared you.

Your arms trembled as you returned his embrace, wrapping your arms around him in a gentle way he didn't think you could achieve.

"Listen here, Baka" You began, speaking into his shirt and trying to keep emotion out of your voice but a few sniffs still made it out. You gulped thickly before continuing, "If you go die too..." You were going to let it all out, but you didn't want to admit it the fact you were also  afraid of losing him aloud, "I'll kill you again personally, I'll come haunt you as a ghost," That was what you decided on.

He chuckled, the lower part of his chest reverberating,
"So stubborn, you love me really"

"Shut it"

You could tell he wasn't gonna.

"Also, If you tell anyone about this you're dead"

Kakashi could sense murderous intent.

"Yes ma'am"

Shikamaru Nara

You sat on a bench all alone, watching people pass.
Some stop and admire the things around them, but most just rushedly go wherever their needed.

Everything had turned hectic after the Third Hokage's death, the park was the only calm place in the whole of Konoha.

Days ago, you had attended the his funeral, but you still found yourself unable to let go completely.

You watched the leaves blow in the wind, swirling around eachother, shinobi headband glinting proudly in the sunlight.

The world was still and time had stopped for a second.

A tear fell from your eye remembering a sentence the Third had said to you and Konohamaru when you were bickering. He didn't have to say it often, it was clear in the playing children in front of you, the ninjas who worked for their states, the towns people who kept everything moving forwards, and the elders who shared their wisdom.

"To those who possess the Will of Fire, everyone is family. The desire to protect ones family builds thicker and stronger bonds between everyone in the village. If the Will of Fire is embraced by everyone, the village will be alright no matter what happens."

The leaves began swaying again and you could see someone walking towards you.

Shikamaru.

Looking right through him, you continued to stare blankly until you felt a thud! next to you.

Coming out of your daydream, you could see him lazily sitting next to you, not saying anything.

You turned to face him.

"What're you doing here?" You questioned how his lazy ass had somehow got off his couch and to this park.

"Naruto told me you were here, and I decided to come and see you." He stated plainly.

You nodded in response.

Shika didn't like it, you were too quiet.

As much as he loved peace and tranquil settings, he loved your bubbly and excited personality more. You always brang the sunshine into the dullness of life.

He sighed before falling back, landing on the bench.

You giggled at this, he was even lazy in public.

Hearing your giggle, he fought a smile off his face, before getting an idea.

He held your wrist softly, tugging you down with him.

You complied.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down to his level on the bench.

He looked up, beginning his session of cloud gazing. He hadn't done this in ages, after all, things had been busy after the Hokage's death.

You settled yourself, hair sprawled at random angles.

A leaf flew and landed on your slightly pink nose. Noticing this, Shika picked it off, letting it fall to the floor,

"How come you haven't been coming back to the clan's house?"

Shikamaru talked.

Shika never talked first, he was too lazy too initiate anything. You got over the initial shock quickly after realising the question. The truth was, you were grieving.

Still.

You couldn't get over it.

You were never going to see the old man again and the thought pierced your heart. Whenever you walked into the Hokage's office, all of his stuff was there, but he wasn't and he never would be again. Yoshino, Shikamaru's mom always seemed to realise when you were upset, and wouldn't leave you alone until you told her why, so you decided to hide out.

She was like a mom to you.

You smiled in fondness when thinking about her, then remembered the question, you frowned before answering, "I don't know."

Shika sat up and you followed suite.

He clearly was not happy with the answer.

He gave you a quizzical look before masking how he felt, slumping down at the fact you didn't feel comfortable telling him how you felt.

You, of course noticed, and feeling bad for his feeling bad, slumped down too.

Now he felt even worse.

Thinking, 'what a drag', he lifted his left hand and awkwardly patted your head while ruffling your hair before speaking,
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, take your time." He stated softly.

Tears filled your eyes at his words.

He was always there for you.

You smiled and wiped your eyes.

To move on you needed to focus on something else.

You chose to focus on Shikamaru.