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Anime. In the Eyes of An Anime-Loving, Haku-loving, Japanese-loving Musician- Fiction,Reviews,Art and More!
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Remember Me- A Naruto One-Shot (slightly fluffy)


Mizuki woke up, blinded by the morning sunlight. She smiled, knowing Itachi had liked it when she smiled.

A month prior, the Third Ninja World War had broken out, leaving the whole ninja world in ruins. With it, the lives of Mizuki’s most beloved warriors were taken. Of course, four of those men were already gone, having died in various other battles. This left her with no one. Everything she did, thoughts of those ten lovely men ran back and forth in her still-healing mind.

She sat on the edge of her bed, facing the closet, wondering what to wear. Several choices lay in front of her, hanging neatly on the rack.

“Neji said he liked seeing me wear my red qipao.” She carefully removed the tight-fitting silk dress from its hanger and slipped it on. With it came her thigh-high black patent-leather boots, her signature piece.

Mizuki stood up and walked to her vanity table. Faced with various options, she stared at the display of jewelry and makeup below her. Immediately she thought of someone else.

“Sasori liked it when I wore his Akatsuki ring.” She took the metal ring and slipped it onto her left thumb, where Danna always had it during his time in the Akatsuki.

Various necklaces of different shapes and lengths stuck out, splayed haphazardly on the counter. This time, she remembered Inuzuka Kiba.

“Kiba liked it when I wore my gold and diamond locket.” She picked up the golden chain from the dark wooden table and pulled it over her head, diamonds set in it sparkling.

Next, she picked up a hair elastic and held it in her palm, staring at the fabric-wrapped rubber. She sighed. “Shikamaru said he liked seeing me with my hair put up.” She tied the elastic around her thick red locks.

Mizuki walked into the kitchen and grabbed her weapons pouch, in case she got into trouble on the street.

“Naruto-kun always loved it when I took him out for a bowl of ramen.” She walked over to Ichiraku’s and ordered a bowl of miso ramen. She sat at the counter eating.

“Sasuke-chan liked seeing me enjoying myself.” A smile crossed her face and she tried to be happy.

On the walk home, Mizuki encountered some criminals who wanted to pick a fight with the little weak-looking (but still drop-dead gorgeous) neko lady.

“Kakashi-sensei always insisted that I fight for my honor.” She killed the challenging ninja and kept walking home.

Upon reaching her house, she once again found it empty. Her stomach sank. “Obito-kun never wanted to see my tears.” She swallowed back her lonely tears.

She walked to the stove and pondered what to eat. “Deidara-senpai loved it when I made bakuran for dinner.” She took the fish cakes out of the freezer and did what her thoughts told her. While it was boiling, she sat at her desk in the tatami room, where ten framed photos stood. Captions were written beneath each portrait:

UCHIHA, ITACHI; KILLED IN BATTLE
HYUUGA, NEJI; KILLED IN FOURTH GREAT SHINOBI WORLD WAR
SASORI NO AKASUNA; KILLED IN BATTLE
INUZUKA, KIBA; KILLED IN FOURTH GREAT SHINOBI WORLD WAR
NARA, SHIKAMARU; KILLED IN FOURTH GREAT SHINOBI WORLD WAR
UZUMAKI, NARUTO; KILLED IN FOURTH GREAT SHINOBI WORLD WAR
UCHIHA, SASUKE; KILLED IN FOURTH GREAT SHINOBI WORLD WAR
HATAKE, KAKASHI; KILLED IN FOURTH GREAT SHINOBI WORLD WAR
UCHIHA, OBITO; SACRIFICED IN BATTLE
DEIDARA; KILLED BY FAILED CONSTRUCTIVE SUICIDE

Mizuki’s voice dropped to a shaky whisper; she was dangerously close to tears. “They all wanted me to forget about them when they left.”


This thought she could not obey.