book number three..
Akari was gone, leaving behind a world of hurt and pain for the people in the village. Leaving them all to wonder what they were supposed to do next? After all the war on the Akatsuki was so much more now, and had a deeper meanin...
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**kiba**
Life was different, so completely different. As of now we were all gathered up, our class of people. All of us still barely over the mourning period of Akari, and now we had to deal with the fact that Sasuke now had a price on his head. Everyone in the village was also discussing the theory that Akari faked her death. The amount of anger that actually flooded through me anytime I heard someone whisper that was enough to make me start a war of my own. I didn't even get to have a proper funeral for the girl I lo- care about. I didn't get that opportunity, Naruto didn't get the chance to say a proper goodbye to his sister. Now everybody wants to assume that she used this as a way to betray the village?
It was all the people who didn't truly know her too that were saying it, all the ones who didn't get the chance to know that she was a lot more than some lovesick teenager. If they would have actually known Akari they would know that she didn't just flee the village to follow after her love interest, she did it because she cared about Sasuke. She would do anything for the people she cared about. She would have done the same exact thing if it were Shikamaru, Ten Ten, Hinata, Shino, hell even me. She especially would have done it for Naruto.
If they knew Akari they would know that the one person she loved more than anything in the world was her brother, so there was no way that she would just fake her death. She would never put Naruto through that. She would never want to put any of us through that. There were a lot of people defending her too though, a lot of people who gained respect for not only her but Naruto. They were finally seeing the two of them as something more than holders of the nine-tails, they were understanding that they weren't monsters.
Akari was never a monster, Akari was good. She had a literal demon within herself that she had to fight against, but yet she still was just purely good. I think there was only one time and place where I was ever actually against Akari, but that was when she choose Sasuke over me. I had told her that I accepted it, and that I understood. There was a part of me that was angry though, a part of me that wanted to yell at her. I knew I couldn't though, I knew for her sake I had to let her go. Hoping that one day she would come back to me, hoping that she would understand that we could be good together and that I would never expect her to give up anything for me. She would never have to say goodbye to her brother for me, and I would never ask her to turn her back on the village. I'd like to believe that in her last moments, she knew that too.
If I would have known that kiss was a goodbye kiss, I would have held onto her just a few minutes longer.
"Kiba, can we talk before everyone else gets here?" Ten Ten's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up at the bun wearing girl. Her brown eyes were almost drained of all color, and I instantly felt guilt wash over me as I flashed back to our moment after the funeral.
