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I’ve walked around aimlessly for quite some time now. I don’t want to think because I don’t want to remember. We’ve just returned from a mission to the Rain Country. Well, that is, not everyone of us. Sasuke is dead. He died on our mission, yet he didn’t die in a fight. He must have died while Kakashi, Sakura and me were asleep, because we found his corpse the next morning. Sakura screamed hoarsely while Kakashi tried to reanimate him. I couldn’t do anything as I watched the scene before my very eyes in shock. I remember Kakashi’s yell at me to call for help. I did as I was told, but no doctor was able to reanimate Sasuke.

He died.

I wondered why he died for quite some time. The doctors said he died because he lost a lot of blood, but I wasn’t interested in that. No, I wondered why he died. Is it even possible to die when someone has still such an important goal in life? He was Sasuke, after all and despite the fact how much I hate to admit it, he was strong and determined to kill his brother.

How is it possible that he died?

Again, I find myself looking up in the dark blue midnight sky and become angry at Sasuke. He refused to die until he would have killed his brother. But here I am; alone, and Sasuke… He isn’t here with me. Instead he will be buried tomorrow.

That’s right, tomorrow will be Sasuke’s funeral and I notice nothing will last forever. Neither friendship nor love; every feeling will vanish someday. Nothing will ever remain.

“Yo, I’ve got another one,” a man in his middle age said to a younger guy while he pushed a barrow into the small room. The dead body on top of the barrow seemed to have just died recently. The other (living) guy yawned in reply, “It’s already midnight. Can’t we just go home already? Those corpses won’t run away, you know?!”

”We can’t do that,” the older male replied shortly “...We should just get on with it so we can go home soon.” They wanted to start examining the new arrived corpse when they heard an unfamiliar voice behind them. “It’s so nice of you that you won’t leave me alone...” The two doctors immediately turned around and gasped in shock.

There, on an other barrow, sat a young man, a wicked smile gracing his pale face. “...So nice,” the dark haired male repeated his words but this time his smile became deadlier as he exposed two sharp fangs.

The screams of the two doctors vanished into the night unheard, while the young murderer licked the fresh blood away from his now crimson dyed lips.

“Thanks for the meal,” he said before he walked out into the darkness.