I lay on the bed drawing in shallow, ragged, and uncontrolled breaths. Almost everybody was in the room which surprised me; I didn’t think I was that important to everybody. The shocking thing was they all looked worried and their gazes where filled with sorrow. Kumori pushed between Deidara, Sasori, Pain and Zetsu and her hands flew to her mouth as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. I smiled weakly at her as Konan stood on the opposite side of the bed panting heavily as she attempted to heal the stomach wound,
“No!” she whispered as she surveyed my body her eyes resting on the gaping hole in my stomach, it wept fresh blood and hurt like hell but I did my best to ignore the screaming wound and the obvious reason that I was going to die.
Our old lair had been found, we where attacked while we where heading to another base in the mountains and that was when a lethal jutsu was cast, aimed for Pein, Kumori, Kisame, and Itachi, and that was when I decided to do something. I had thrown myself in front of the four and taken the jutsu on directly, a split second late and the four of them would be dead. I had taken it on full force, and in return I had earned a fatal reminder of protecting the ones I loved.
Kumori stumbled forward, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open as she stared at me in disbelief,
“Akuma!” she cried as she fell to her knees next to the bed, I tried to laugh to reassure her but was cut off as blood filled my throat causing a sickening gurgle to sound and forcing me to swallow the crimson liquid. She cussed into the mattress as I lay breathing roughly until a sob ripped from her throat and she slammed her fist on the bed gripping the sheets until her knuckles where white, Konan stepped back, Kumori looked up at her with eyes filled with anger, hurt, and misery.
“It’s too big,” Konan hissed quietly, she wiped a tear away that was making its way down her cheek, “I… I’m sorry.” She looked away and I blinked slowly, as Kumori stood,
“How can you give up on her? After what she did for us!” she yelled, her face red with anger and her cheeks soaked with tears. It was strange, seeing her cry, the last I remember her crying was when we where twelve, I can’t remember over what but that didn’t matter now…
“Kumori…” Deidara said as he reached out a hand to comfort her, she turned on him, smacking his hand away crossly as she did so,
“Shut up!” she snarled, “If you won’t heal her, then I will.” She turned to me with uncertain eyes. I sucked in a painful breath, about to speak but was choked again as more blood flowed into my throat from wounds near my neck and the gash in my stomach. I began to suffocate from the blood clogging my throat and I coughed several times, blood leaking out my mouth and dripping down my cheek to the pillows below. I struggled to swallow but finally managed leaving my throat feeling raw and sticky and clogged.
Kumori had placed her hands over my wound and was currently tackling the wound with chakra in striving attempt to heal it. It’s too much; I’ve lost too much blood already, and the wound stretched from my chest to my hip and covered half my torso, mainly affecting my stomach. She could try, maybe if she worked for a few hours she could close the wound, but I judged I had only mere minutes. That was Kisame and Itachi pressed into the room…
“Akuma?” I heard Kisame’s low voice break through the silence and accompany my harsh breathing,
“Ki-” I tried to say his name but my voice cracked from pain and from what felt like my throat nearly giving in. Kisame made his way to the bed side while Itachi pulled a sobbing Kumori away from me and embracing her in a hug letting her burry her face in his chest, clutching his cloak as he turned her so she couldn’t see me for her sake.
“Akuma…” Kisame said, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I should have been there, I shouldn’t have let you… Please, don’t go…” his words faded off as I closed my eyes feeling tears burn my own. I realized, I don’t want to go… then the tears began to trickle one by one down my bloodied face, I loved them, all of them in a different way... It was nice… A smile barely creased my lips as fog crept into my vision,
“Go away…” I swallowed blood as it rose up once again and smiled, “I’m alright.” The smile remained as Kisame laughed softly before leaning forward and laying kiss on my forehead, Kumori left Itachi’s arms and stood next to me, she grabbed my cold hand in her warm grip and smiled sadly as I drew my last breath. And all that remained was black nothing.
(I do not own Naruto, this story itself is a piece of a larger fanfiction I'm working on. The character Akuma is based off of myself and the other female character, Kumori, is based off of a close friend, and don't worry, I don't die... Thanks for reading!)
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