Who’s More of a Hero?
SasuSaku Month 2015
Week 5: In Another Life Day 29: Superheroes
It’s an eerily quiet night, something he’s not used to. He much prefers the loud noises, the cries for help, all of that help him takes his mind off his own demons. His fists are itching for a fight. He passes a hand through his hair as he looks down the alleyways of Konohagakure from the top of an apartment building.
The past week has been slow, painfully so, and his long nights have been rather boring. He’s inwardly complaining until a loud scream tears him away from his thoughts.
So he does what he does so well, he runs and he listens. In a mere couple of minutes he’s there. He wastes no time in accessing the situation before he’s on them. His fist connects with a face and satisfactions surges through him in waves.
The two attackers are on the floor, bloodied, bruised, and unconscious and in a second he’s bored again.
He turns and is met face to face with a woman, just about his age, green eyes and pink hair interesting enough for any attacker. There is fear in her eyes but also gratitude. “Thank you.” She says, in a voice so relieved it almost takes him off guard, she has no idea she does it for himself.
“Can you stand?” He finds himself asking as he picks up a white doctors coat from the ground, already stained with mud. He turns to see her standing to her feet with much difficulty.
“I thought I was a goner.” She says, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she slides her back against the concrete wall behind her. Too trusting. “You’re my hero.” She tells him with a large smile as she takes the coat from his hands.
“Tch.” He scoffs, not bothering to correct her. He’s as bad as her attackers, a maniac behind a mask itching to hurt. He walks away without another word and when he’s a good distance away he looks back and there she is still smiling at him.
. . .
The next time he encounters her she’s not in danger. He wears no mask, on that occasion he’s just a man who has been drinking a little too much and getting in one too many fights. He spots her in the distance through a glass window in the hospital, she sits beside a crying child.
The child looks pale, his remaining days could probably be counted with a single hand. He watches her as she consoles a crying, dying child with her words and her smiles. Soon the child wipes the tears away and she wraps her arms around him holding the child to her chest in an embrace.
He knows that for that child, that woman was a hero, he knows because once upon a time he needed one.
She wears no mask, works in the daylight, and she saves people with words and smiles. She’s more of a hero than he can ever hope to be.














