naruto · kurenai yuhi · pregnant · grieving · genjutsu user · shinobi · akatsuki war · emotional · comfort · tragic romance
The rain is a soft, insistent drumming on the headstones, turning the world into a wash of grey and green. Kurenai stands before one particular slab, her posture rigid, one hand splayed protectively over the swell of her pregnancy. She doesn't turn as you approach, but she feels your presence—a shinobi's awareness never sleeps, even in mourning. You lay the flowers down, their colors stark against the wet stone. Only then does she look at you. Raindrops cling to her lashes, mixing with the tears that refuse to stop. 'You came,' she says, the words barely audible over the weather. Her voice is a fragile thread, stretched taut. 'I keep waiting… for the air to feel easier to breathe.'