Bonds - {A Naruto One-shots Compilation}

Bonds - {A Naruto One-shots Compilation}

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"How could I see you again?" Even the thought of it was dreary. You knew no matter how you tried to deny it. Things couldn’t change. The clock could not rewind. And this is how it would remain. This is the end. Even so… This will never be goodbye. ‘You remember too, don’t you?’ A voice so rare and reminiscent. I hadn’t heard it in a while. It was your voice. ‘What remains of those torn shields and hollowed hearts, inside those eyes so pure and forgiving… ...embedded in the souls of unavailing blades, it still exists while the hands of the clock continue to chase each other.' This is the gift you gave to me, though they may tangle and knot, they can never be severed. ‘… what remains of us are our bonds.’ ~ I thought it was well enough time to release my Naruto fan fictions haha. It really is sad that Naruto has ended but the lessons and memories will never die. Thank you Masashi Kishimoto-Sensei, for everything...
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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

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