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endless_scrolls) wrote2009-04-12 11:46 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2009-04-12 11:46 pm
In Loving Memory
Title: In Loving Memory
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 083. Sorrow [Word count: 611]
Character(s): Tenten, OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Sarutobi Hiruzen, Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Kushina, Inuzuka Tsume
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to: Minato and Kushina ;___;
The life of a shinobi can be defined in two ways: through Loyalty and Death.
It is in the loyalty to our village and/or to each other that our determination and courage reside. When missions become difficult or suicidal -- when wars become hopeless -- I can always trust in my friends and family. My companions to help me find the strength necessary to complete my objectives so that they could all remain safe. So that all of Konoha would remain protected. And that trust in one another has sustained us all. As it will continue to do as long as this tradition lives on.
But there is another part to who and what we are: Death.
Death is every bit a part of our lives as the air that fills our lungs. And as difficult as it is to stand a witness to it, we must. Death is necessary. It is part of the cycle that has been going on since the beginning of time. It is bigger than us. It is inevitable. No one can escape it.
Not too long ago, my father told me that it is the duty of the old to step down from their seats of wisdom when the their time comes. So that others more attuned to the ever changing world around us can take their place. And even as young as I was -- as heartbroken -- I still understood, to some level, what he meant. But I was a child. And I had my questions.
I remember asking him if 'stepping down' meant that they would be forgotten. Would we be remembered long after we were gone? And the wise and kind man that he was, my father pulled me into his lap, wrapped a comforting arm around me. And he told me this:
'Although their bodies are no longer there, the memories that they created for us, the accomplishments that they had made in life. Those things will linger on as long as there is someone one to remember them.'
So, I ask this from all of you: Mourn in any way that you see fit. Because I know -- perhaps better than anyone -- how much it hurts that they are gone from this world. That we will never see their smile or hear their voices again. But after all that is said and done, you make this promise to me. Promise me, citizens of Konoha, that you will remember them. Remember the lives that they sacrificed for us.
Help them live on...
And even as she read the last words scribbled in Mei's feminine script, Tenten could not hold back the silent tears that fell from her lashes. Streaking down the gentle curve of her cheek to plop onto the crumpled and worn paper. To join the very same ones her mother had shed, staining it with their wordless sorrows. The names were unfamiliar for the most part save for one particular family reference she could not ignore. But that did not matter.
These two had been a part of her mother's life. They had taken residence within her heart, and had broken it with their departure. That much was clear in the way she had written about them -- addressed them -- in her eulogy. And the fact that it had been entrusted into Tsume's care to be preserved and passed on meant that this document had been important to her as well.
"Never forget..." the young kunoichi whispered, honey-brown eyes the shade of her mother's trailing down to the final words scrawled across the bottom of the page.
In loving memory of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina.
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 083. Sorrow [Word count: 611]
Character(s): Tenten, OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Sarutobi Hiruzen, Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Kushina, Inuzuka Tsume
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from
ficlets100. Dedicated to: Minato and Kushina ;___;
The life of a shinobi can be defined in two ways: through Loyalty and Death.
It is in the loyalty to our village and/or to each other that our determination and courage reside. When missions become difficult or suicidal -- when wars become hopeless -- I can always trust in my friends and family. My companions to help me find the strength necessary to complete my objectives so that they could all remain safe. So that all of Konoha would remain protected. And that trust in one another has sustained us all. As it will continue to do as long as this tradition lives on.
But there is another part to who and what we are: Death.
Death is every bit a part of our lives as the air that fills our lungs. And as difficult as it is to stand a witness to it, we must. Death is necessary. It is part of the cycle that has been going on since the beginning of time. It is bigger than us. It is inevitable. No one can escape it.
Not too long ago, my father told me that it is the duty of the old to step down from their seats of wisdom when the their time comes. So that others more attuned to the ever changing world around us can take their place. And even as young as I was -- as heartbroken -- I still understood, to some level, what he meant. But I was a child. And I had my questions.
I remember asking him if 'stepping down' meant that they would be forgotten. Would we be remembered long after we were gone? And the wise and kind man that he was, my father pulled me into his lap, wrapped a comforting arm around me. And he told me this:
'Although their bodies are no longer there, the memories that they created for us, the accomplishments that they had made in life. Those things will linger on as long as there is someone one to remember them.'
So, I ask this from all of you: Mourn in any way that you see fit. Because I know -- perhaps better than anyone -- how much it hurts that they are gone from this world. That we will never see their smile or hear their voices again. But after all that is said and done, you make this promise to me. Promise me, citizens of Konoha, that you will remember them. Remember the lives that they sacrificed for us.
Help them live on...
And even as she read the last words scribbled in Mei's feminine script, Tenten could not hold back the silent tears that fell from her lashes. Streaking down the gentle curve of her cheek to plop onto the crumpled and worn paper. To join the very same ones her mother had shed, staining it with their wordless sorrows. The names were unfamiliar for the most part save for one particular family reference she could not ignore. But that did not matter.
These two had been a part of her mother's life. They had taken residence within her heart, and had broken it with their departure. That much was clear in the way she had written about them -- addressed them -- in her eulogy. And the fact that it had been entrusted into Tsume's care to be preserved and passed on meant that this document had been important to her as well.
"Never forget..." the young kunoichi whispered, honey-brown eyes the shade of her mother's trailing down to the final words scrawled across the bottom of the page.
In loving memory of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina.