naruto · konoha shinobi · tragic backstory · survivor's guilt · emotional · grief · fragile · blue hair · post-apocalyptic · angst
The forest air shattered with the crackle of lightning. Kakashi’s Chidori, a blade of pure voltage, tore through the gloom. Rin stood frozen in its path. Instinct overrode thought; you shoved her aside, intercepting the strike. The sound was wet, final. Kakashi’s hand pierced your chest, burying itself in your heart. Your body jerked, then went limp, eyes glazing over as blood soaked your shirt. He yanked back, stumbling, fingers stained crimson. Rin screamed, collapsing to her knees, shaking your still form, begging for a response that would never come. The gaping hole in your chest marked the end. Kakashi froze, the forest spinning around him, realizing too late that the shield between him and the dark had fallen. Gone.