While investigating a terrible incident, Minako becomes Soulbound to Sasuke Uchiha because of an ancient spell.
𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨:
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• Suna- also referred to as Sunagakure. It is the hidden village of the Land of Wind.
• Kazekage- the title given to the leader of Suna.
• Kage- a title given to the leader of one of the Five Great Shinobi Countries' hidden villages. The village's Kage is generally acknowledged as its most powerful ninja and top shinobi of that continent.
• Kumo- also referred to as Kumogakure. It is the hidden village of the Land of Lightning.
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"I am sorry," Gaara tells me as he looks down on the ground. He turns his face away from me and walks towards the shelves of lavender pots in the glasshouse, putting distance between us.
In the darkness of the night, without the oil lamp's light, I can't see him clearly anymore. Even with the glittering stars shining above the clear panels of the glasshouse, all I see is his silhouette from afar.
I am at a loss. I don't know what to do. Staying here feels painful but leaving will put an end to everything we were; everything I had wished to come back to; everything I never wanted to lose. In the back of my head, I always believed that when the time was right, that we'd find our way back into each other's side.
But now, after hearing him say that the moment we shared was a mistake and seeing the regret painted on his face. It feels like I am the only one who wants to hold on.
An awkward silence engulfs the glasshouse, filled by everything we want to say and everything we can't say to each other. I want to reach out to him and so I approach him. The heaviness of the smoky air enters my lungs as I make my way to him. Around us, the smell of the heaps of burnt aprons still lingers.
Crack.
I hear a crumbling sound from underneath my shoe. Looking down, I see broken pieces of the decorative clay pot that held Gaara's cactus on the stony pathway underneath my feet. A few steps from that was the rainbow hedgehog cactus that Gaara had cut a while ago, crushed beyond recognition. Stepped on, it seems. There's nothing left of the cactus to save now.
