Return My Love || (Hashirama x OC) [ABANDONED]

Chapter 5

Kirai's POV

"Ah, so they had returned..." Kiritsu said, her eyes narrowing at the direction she is looking at. "How many deaths this time, hm?"

I dropped my shovel down in the ground, wiping my sweat as I also looked at the direction. My eyes widened when I saw a group of wounded shinobi men clutching their comrades, limping slowly with their faces exhausted and full of distraught. The sight is so horribly familiar that I felt like I wanted to vomit.

It was only few hours ago that I had found out about the horrendous situation in this clan. It seems I have been found by one of the mightiest shinobi clan in the fire country. The drunk old man was not the only source of knowledge, but I had listened to every talk– no, eavesdropping to conversations that men and ladies had talked. They had the same conversation; it always involves the war.

It seems my attitude or my manners have becoming worse, but I cannot help but to learn more if I wanted to stay here. Not only that, but I had figured out that Hashirama is going to be the next clan head of the Senju clan. Uchiha clan here, Senju clan there, fighting here, losing there... Their conversation will surely add up the collection of my nightmares.

What's more terrifying is that I could see it myself, my young and clean eyes... In front of me holds a sight to behold. I can see their ruined armor, I can see their broken swords, I can smell something disgusting and I realized it is the dead they have brought. So horrible, so crucial, yet so sad.

But where is Hashirama? Where are the others? Where are his brothers?

Suddenly, I can hear someone sniffling. Most men are crying silently, but this noise sounds like a child. I can see other children as well, but they are silent. When I turn my head, trying to search the source of the cry, that is when I found him.

It is Itama. His white hair from the left, and brown hair from the right is covered with dried blood. His armor is stained as well as his blade. He is crying heavily, trying to wipe every tear that seems to drop. Behind him follows Tobirama. His eyes are so cold that I feel like I will freeze if he ever glances my way. His right hand are clenched tightly in the hilt of the sword, so tightly that his hand begins to bleed. His look is solemn and very angry.

The sight saddened me. What happened to those two? No, I do not need any answers for that. Despite my young age, I knew what I'm looking at.

I waited for the boy I wanted to see, and finally, he made his appearance. When I saw him, my heart began to beat loudly. When I took a step to sprint at him, only to stop when I saw the look on his face. Hashirama looks devastated. His pupils seem to be shaking. There is dried blood sticking in his face and hair, but it looks like he did not pay that in mind. Hashirama looks like he did not care of the path in front of him, he keeps stumbling and become unbalanced. Despite it all, it looks like he has seen death itself.

I waited to see another of his brother, but he did not come. Kawarama, was it? That was his other brother's name. Perhaps I did not see him, perhaps he came in late. Or maybe he is in the other side that I cannot see. But what takes him so long to enter? Kawarama's brothers are now ahead of him. Surely, he cannot–

In the arms of their father's, holds a familiar looking boy that is much younger than me. An ache made its way in my heart, like something very heavy had placed in that organ. Butsuma's face is cold, it did not betray to show any emotion whatsoever. But he is not the one I am looking at. It is the boy in his arms. And so, I have come to know once again... The world is truly cruel. I am living in a world where even children younger than me had faced the inevitable, where everything is unfair, and that nothing in the world is truly safe.