Theme: "In a perfect world, Sarutobi Hiruzen died of old age, Sarutobi Asuma died of lung cancer, and Jiraiya died by falling off a cliff while peeping."
Character(s): Tenten; brief mentions of Hyuuga Hinata, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Sarutobi Asuma, Jiraiya
Warning(s): Spoilers after the Timeskip. Even in the premise, alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a reply to a Sentence-in-a-Story request.
Dedicated to: Um... whoever made the request I suppose. Sorry it took so long. >_>;
It was all so wrong. That was the only thought her over-tired mind could process in that moment, breath stolen and nerves shaking with a wild cocktail of emotions that reached all the way to the tips of the kunoichi's fingers. And to her credit, it couldn't feel so validated as her team shuffled through the bramble and debris that stretched out before them. As they made sense of what used to be their home.
The village had been attacked by some crazed monster - another in a long string. And Team Gai hadn't been there to defend it.
From the snippets of conversation she head drifting in and out around her, there had been only six. And yet, really, only one. What sense that made, she couldn't even begin to piece together. Tenten was already trying to solve another puzzle without adding that one on top of the heap.
This was the same village that had fought against an invasion headed by two opposing countries. This was the same village that housed the Nine-Tails spirit inside one of its most loyal of shinobi. How had things turned out this way?
It was all so wrong. It was far from ideal.
There shouldn't be this destruction. There shouldn't be bodies decorating the crumbled streets of her once beautiful home - Hinata shouldn't have been struggling or her life - And there shouldn't be so many great shinobi with their names carved into the Memorial Stone, waiting on the wings for more to come join them. In a perfect world, Sarutobi Hiruzen died of old age, Sarutobi Asuma died of lung cancer, and Jiraiya died falling off a cliff while peeping.
And more importantly, they all should still have been alive to face those deaths quietly and in peace.
What they got, instead, was a hellish nightmare of a joke that no one wanted to live in. It was heartbreaking.
"Maybe it was better that they died they way they did," she found herself muttering quietly to the winds, feeling the ache even now, "I'd hate to think that they would've lived long enough to see the village reduced to this."