Osiria Rose

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Izuna clutched onto Minato's hand, the only thing grounding her and stopping her from falling into her thoughts, stopping her from thinking about how Obito was dead and wasn'tcomingback. She felt Minato hold her hand tighter, in an attempt to tell that it was okay but it wasn't okay and nothing would ever be okay again. She stared at Obito's grave, paying him respect. They hadn't even managed to locate his body. He just disappeared off of the face of the earth under rubble and rocks and boulders- and he wasn't coming back.

The service ended a while ago, and all that was left were Minato and Izuna. Kakashi had ran away as soon as he could, and goddamit how could he show his face here when he was the reason her brother was dead. She didn't want him back here ever again. Obito's other teammate-and his crush-, Rin, had broken down halfway through the memorial, and her parents accompanied her home. The rest-who were about eighteen people excluding Izuna and team Minato-went their own way too shortly after Kakashi left. The coward was the first to get away.

And here she was, too numb to cry, even while staring at his name engraved onto a stone. He wasn't supposed to die, he was supposed to come back. Her brother was as much of a coward as Hatake was. He didn't even prank her.

She just kept reading his name over and over again and goddamit Obito how could he be so stupid? He should have just let Hatake die, she didn't care.

She just wanted her brother back.

But he wasn't coming back.

Ten minutes passed and she couldn't stand looking at his grave anymore. The emptiness in her heart was too much for her to handle at the moment, but she couldn't just walk away and leave her brother, she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to make him experience what he forced her to go through.

Her sight blurred in front of her, no longer staring at his grave. Staring at space was worse, and even Minato's grip couldn't ground her thoughts this time.

Izuna swung open the front door, glaring angrily at whoever dared to break her studying session. She had actually been motivated this time around, and whoever bastard was knocking just had to kill her drive. She was greeted by a very familiar man along with two others, who she knew she saw somewhere before but couldn't exactly pinpoint out where.

"Izuna, hello." The blonde and older male forcefully smiled with a small wave of his hand. Izuna frowned at his anxious behavior, opening the door fully to let them in. She trusted the man; he was the one who saved her and the Hyuuga boy from the Kumo-nin after all. She stepped back to let them in, flexing her fingers in reply.

'Hi.' The glare long gone from her face, she directed the group to the couch, and sat down awkwardly on one of the loveseats in the room.

Five minutes passed, and nobody uttered a single word. She could sense that the boy with the silver hair kept opening and closing his mouth with every movement of his mask. The look on his face was disturbing, but he wasn't able to say what he wanted. Fidgeting in her seat, Izuna stood up, hoping to ease the awful tension in the air.

'Would you like some tea?'

"Yes please." Minato nodded hurriedly at her offer, relief apparent on his face as his fake, pained smile returned. At his answer, the other male-Kakashi-looked at Minato in confusion, before trailing his gaze towards Izuna, and a look of horror and fear crossed his face.

"I can't do this." Kakashi stood up from his seat, his voice quiet and filled with apprehension as he shook his head in panic. He had wanted to be the one to break the news to her, but he couldn't. Not when she was mute, he couldn't. He couldn't. Minato stood up, following his student's lead.

"Kakashi-"

"I can't do this!" The boy trembled and looked like he was about to break down as he crossed the room in long strides, running for the door. And he left.

Rin stood up to go after him, having been quiet the entire time, but Minato grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.

"No, Rin." His voice was gentle and firm, even if his eyes were clouded and guarded. He couldn't let his emotions get through to him now.

"But sensei..."

"Rin." Minato pleaded, throwing a quick glance at Izuna, who had been watching the whole ordeal going down. Getting the hint, Rin backed down, her arms wrapped around herself, tears dropping down her face. Izuna pitied the girl, she looked empty and numb and dead. Izuna was sure that that was also how Rin felt at the moment.

Sighing, Minato sat down once again, signaling for Izuna to forget about the tea and talk to him. He couldn't postpone this any longer. He saw how frightened his student's sister was as she returned to her seat, and he couldn't hide it anymore from her. He was sure that if she was familiar with Obito's teammates, she would have recognized what happened, but she didn't know them. He had to tell her himself.

Minato looked her dead in the eyes.

"Obito is dead."

He didn't beat around the bush.

Izuna felt her heartbeats.

A minute passed.

A single tear fell from her eyes. Blood rushed to her face and in a second, she had lengthened her claws and attacked Minato. All logic escaped her mind at the moment.

A clash resounded off of the walls of the living room.

Minato blocked her attack with a kunai of his own, his eyes narrowed at her figure. He immediately forced her hands behind her back as he pulled her closer to him, not giving her a chance to retaliate even while she struggled in his grip like a vicious beast, tears falling down her face at an angry rate. She bit harshly into Minato's shoulders, drawing blood, but he merely held her even tighter, stroking her head with his free hand. His expression morphed into a serious, tired one.

"It will be alright, I promise."

Izuna cried in his arms.

She felt empty. She hadn't shed a single tear since then, Obito didn't deserve her tears. He was a liar and he abandoned her- and he was worse than scum. She hoped he burned in hell and screamed until his throat bled dry because he had to get a taste of the heartache she was feeling. The heartache he put her through.

She blamed Kakashi too. Minato was the one who told her what had transpired, even if he wasn't there. Izuna didn't know whether it was the Hatake who told him or Rin, but somewhere in her mind, she blamed them all. If Minato hadn't left his team, none of this would've happened. If Rin didn't get kidnapped, Obito would still be alive.

If Izuna was stronger, he wouldn't be dead.

She hated everyone, she hated Obito and she hated herself.

She hated everything.

Swallowing against her better judgment, Izuna's eyes cast about the graveyard, she didn't want to remember anymore.

Her eyes landed on a boy who looked as old as her, and as dead as her.

He wasn't crying, nobody could afford the luxury of tears anymore, not in a war that took everything away and spat at you and kicked you to the ground and burned you and made you suffer until you were only a corpse like all the others.

But the boy's posture betrayed him. Clenched fists, tensed shoulders, rigid pose, it was obvious he had just lost someone as well, and he blamed himself, just like Izuna did.

His eyes-oh god his eyes-they looked just like hers, hurting, but the one difference between him and her?

She had someone with her, he didn't.

Izuna didn't want to look at him anymore; he reminded her too much of herself, of how much life was wretched. Tugging at Minato's hand slightly, Izuna took a step backward, away from her brother's grave, and he merely smiled tiredly at her and followed. She didn't know how he was still able to stand and smile. He looked drained, to say the least, but he acted like he was strong enough to go through this, even when he wasn't. Nobody was strong. Some were stronger than others, but no one was strong enough. Not even her brother. Death always won.

Death was the sole winner, yet the world continued to wage wars against each other, as if they could ever topple it. The world was stupid.

Together, the Namikaze and the Uchiha approached the exit to the cemetery, Izuna's hand still in Minato's firm grip. But then, a flash of red and white caught her eyes, and she faltered in her steps, coming to a complete stop in a minute.

It was an Osiria rose.

It looked almost artificial, too soft and sumptuous and beautiful for the world. The petals of the rose were a rich, extravagant red color, while the center was a luminous white, and it was mocking her, and mocking all the dead. It was in full bloom, alive, in a yard full of dead bodies, and all it needed was to grow a mouth to spit at everyone there.

Izuna was barely aware of the fact that her hand slipped out of Minato's as her feet brought her towards the flower. Kneeling down slightly, she plucked it from the ground gently, careful not to touch the thorns, and her feet, once again, moved on their own accord back into the graveyard, towards her brother's grave. But she didn't stop.

She tugged on the sleeve of the boy she saw standing alone. He was almost a head taller than her at this distance, she noted when he turned to look at her. His onyx eyes shining and glistening with unshed tears, red at the brim, but none of them spoke a word, none of them could. She looked him in the eyes, twirling the flower quietly in her hands subconsciously. His eyes were filled with so much suffering she couldn't possibly hope to understand. That was another difference between them.

He had seen war, she didn't.

Outstretching her trembling hand where the rose lay clutched in her fist, she stopped breathing as his gaze fell at the flower. Looking at his eyes teared through her very being. After a moment of hesitation, the boy's hand reached out to take the rose into his grip, torment in his bloodshot eyes as he looked into her scarred and writhing soul. The tears that he held onto for dear life came tumbling down his face, but he didn't open his mouth to speak, he didn't dare.

His eyes flared red, three black tomoes appearing in each, changing into the Sharingan, and then the tomoes came together, ripping into something else, almost a shuriken-like design. The Mangekyo. Blood dripped down his eyes and chin and onto the ground, mixing with his hushed tears that would never stop. Izuna's own three-tomoe Sharingan flared into life, crying herself for the first time since she received the news of her brother's death. Her shoulders shook violently, tears falling down her face she might have mistaken it for rain, but it was okay.

She turned around to head back to Minato, despite her clouded vision and her Sharingan and the tears that could drown her if given the chance.

She didn't miss how the boy held onto the Osiria rose so tightly and shakily that the thorns slit open his palm and blood from his hands joined the blood that fell from his eyes. She didn't miss how he never once eased up his grip on the flower. And she certainly didn't miss how he was silently weeping, clutching the rose to his heart. It was the only thing that grounded him.

She didn't miss how her heart ached for him.

If there was no war, Izuna might have said that they were young, and even children felt pain. At this point, however, only children felt.

The similarity between the two children, you might ask?

They were screaming, but nobody could hear them.

They were victims of war.

But only they witnessed the other's cries.


A/N:

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