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"P-Please." Words rasped && broken. EVERYTHING about this felt wrong, when the mouth opened it was his word, his voice, but it felt wrong. Everything about this broke what little was left of him. "Please, I don't want you to remember me." Too many promises already lay broken between them. Promises full of youthful && naive intent. "Not like this. " he had vowed to protect her, but here he was HURTING her once more, hurting everything in life he had vowed to protect. "Please, Yu." (fadedmccn)

Emotion was a rusty blade in her hands.

His whisper-soft words trembled in the air around them, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and gunpowder and disappearing, never to be heard from again. It had been so long since she had heard his voice. Laid eyes upon his face. She had almost forgotten that his hair would always stick up at the back like that… chakra static she would call it with a laugh.However, there was nothing to laugh about now; not when her blade had plunged straight into his chest. First it had been his left lung and then, he had looked almost disappointed by her aim (not your best, Yugao, c’mon, you can do better than that!) – and then it was…his heart (much better… Yugao).She felt the pain in her own heart; jagged and irregular with every breath he took and swallowed the bile rising in her throat.

Yu.

“…” she could only choke out a sob as she gazed at his face with nothing but an immeasurable amount of love and shook her head. He couldn’t know that even if they washed her brain, they couldn’t erase Hayate from it.

 Her red lips shook as tears  welled in her eyes. She hated crying in front of him then. Because it meant that his face had become blurry and god knows how long she had left before he melted right in front of her.

“H-Hayate- -” her throat ached as she furiously blinked back the tears, trying to transfix that image of him again. “P-Please don’t leave me! Not again! I couldn’t bear it a second time!”

This jutsu. This edo tensei. Whatever it was. It was enough.

Any form she got Hayate in was enough. Please stay here.

“Stay with me! Please! Hayate!!” She had let go of the bloodied handle of the blade now and had reached forwards, trembling fingers caressed his face, holding it with all the gentleness she could manage. Her expression was the desperate one of a child, holding on to a soap bubble and watching it expand, praying it wouldn’t –

POP!

Hayate was disintegrating, first his legs, his torso, the blood looked like blossoms scattering away and finally, his - face- his lips with her name on them- his eyes with their avalanche of feelings inside- - 

“Hayate! NO!” She was crying, holding on to nothing but his final confession. “Come back! Please come back!”

But she knew if she was calling him that desperately, like her life depended on it- Hayate would have come running if he could.

He was not come back.

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Years had gone by until Yugao finally got to hear his voice again. Her reward perhaps, for keeping his transparent ghost alive in her head. He would always be in her heart, in her swordsmanship, in every mission… in the emptiness of her house… the place his sandals would be taken off after a mission. 

Her throat went tight when she sensed his chakra. Gossamer fine like always and finally… finally she got to see him. That was Hayate. Not dead, but alive. He was in some kind of jutsu, but she did not… at that moment… care.

If people could learn a thousand ways to kill someone… what… what was really so wrong about doing one jutsu to bring someone back from the dead?

Because whether Hayate was transparent, solid, ghost, zombie or ninja… he was… all she wanted.

His form did not matter.

But like the moon, he faded out of sight again. Out of her world.

“Would it be uncommonly cruel of me… to ask to go along with you?”

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‘ I wasn’t crying! There was dust in my eyes. ‘ (fadedmccn)

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‘ I wasn’t crying! There was dust in my eyes. ’

     BOYS WILL ALWAYS BE BOYS, RIGHT? No man, young or old will ever admit that they are crying. All the emotions boiling inside because they are men and they must hide any sign of feelings. Kushina would never take his reason in crying, the just graduated genin was already on a mission checking the rest of the battlefields who possessed dark & painful memories, no child should be allowed to leave the gates to see the consequences of war. Truly despised this system.

     “ Hayate, pay attention to me. I know it’s an ugly sight but you have to keep your focus, ‘ttebane! We need to check what was left and if there’s something that belongs to Konoha shinobis and come back to give the coordinates if we can’t bring back by ourselves. ” smiled, placing her palm on his shoulder. “ Don’t worry, it’s over now. ”

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“The entire world is depopulated without you.”

It certainly feels that way to Yugao, who had spent so much of her life training, laughing, living, loving Gekkou Hayate.

She missed the way he would correct her stance, his patient smiles, his graceful fighting style, his way of adding way too many spices to his food when he was sick because he couldn’t taste the difference, his dumb, broad grin when she told him she had made it to Anbu...

Who was going to be proud of her now? Who would care how quickly she had completed a mission? Who would care how swiftly she had protected Kotetsu from Tsunade’s chair hitting him in the face? Who would care about Pain, fierce and terrible, destroying their village-- but she would not let him destroy his plants.

She fought so, so hard...

Kakashi might be a star-- but Hayate was the moon.

“What is the view from heaven like, Hayate?”

If she could believe in heaven, then she would make it through one more year.

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❛ you hold on for dear life. ❜ (from fadedmccn sideblog)

@fadedmccn … 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 ! … accepting …

❛❛ it’s not even that far of a drop ! ❜❜ okay, maybe it is that far of a drop, but the blond has never been the type to admit his wrongs.  he’s misjudged this one, he knows it, but really it wasn’t his fault that the other had agreed to his questionable plan … and it wasn’t his fault that they’d both tumbled over the cliff’s edge, being saved only by the vice-like grip naruto managed to have on the other males wrist & the lucky way his other hand had caught on a sketchy looking rock.  clearly that wouldn’t last long.  

❛❛ i’m gonna haul you up, & once you’re up there pull me up.  if you let me die, i'll haunt you for the rest of your life, dattebayo ! ❜❜ he hardly gives a moment to answer, stumbling over a quick count down of ‘one, two, three’ before putting all of his strength into practically throwing his companion up over his head in hopes of getting out of such a tricky situation. 

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     “It’s good to eat when you’re upset.”

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*kisses their cheek.* (fadedmccn)

Tomomi gathers her son in a warm hug, smiling when he kisses her cheek. It’s a few long seconds before she can let go. She doesn’t know exactly what Hayate does on his missions now that they involve classified intel. All she knows is that his promotion to tokubetsu jounin means more dangerous missions that take him farther away. He was gone for weeks this time. With his poor health, she’s surprised but relieved that he didn’t return on a stretcher.

“Welcome back,” she smiles. Has he grown taller? Has he lost weight? At least he doesn’t seem to be sick or injured this time. “How was your mission? How are you feeling?”

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