This is a fic for Hyper-Ryu-Chan, some jerk off decided to be a bitch, and we all want to show her our support.
We don't expect this to make everything better, but we hope that you'll feel a little better knowing that we're all with you.
Without further ado, Aftermath, and may he who hurt you, suffer an eternity with his maggot infested corpse, rotting in the deepest pits of Hell.
We do not own Naruto
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year
I walked the road beside my dear
The rooks went up with a raucous thrill
I hear them still
In the spring of the year
He picked me a bough from a flowering peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year
I walked the road beside my dear
The trees were black where the bark was wet
I see them yet
In the fall of the year
But he laughed at all I dared to praise
And broke my heart in little ways
Though year be springing or year be falling
The trees will drip and the birds be calling
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of the year in the fall of the year
It's not love's going that hurt my days, but that it went in little ways
I blinked rapidly, waiting for the words to re-register, for me to realize that I obviously had heard wrong. Unfortunately, all that happened was a few tears falling from my eyes. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, the air had become like molasses, refusing to go in and out of my lungs.
I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, nearly begging him to take it back. His expression stayed closed, but he repeated his words, "I'm sorry Gaara, but it's over. I'm in love with someone else"
Once again, they hit me like a ton of bricks, unsure of what to do in return. The familiar spark of anger was gone; I couldn't even hate him at that moment.
I chewed on my lip, looking down, "I see…" My voice didn't shake at least, but I knew he could tell how much I was hurting. Maybe I still had hoped he would tell me it wasn't true, that he was just kidding, just playing some cruel joke.
I heard the scuffling of feet, he was walking away. After everything, after we had finally opened up to each other, after we had somehow been able to make it work. His walls had been nearly as high as my own, he had been just as lonely as me, and in the end we had found each other.
I stared at his back, we had been too alike, but in the end, it had bound us together, and it had felt so perfect. I looked away, he had been perfect. But in the end, I guess I was the only one in love.
Gaara stood staring at the grave in front of him. It was the grave of Sasuke's parents. They had first met there when Gaara had been placing flowers on random graves, wondering if the dead knew when people remembered them or not.
He had made a habit out of it, giving gifts to empty graves so that no one would feel left out.
Sasuke had come out of nowhere and demanded to know who he was.
That had been nearly three years ago, everything that had been built in that time was gone, and he was once again, alone, only this time, his protective barriers were broken.
Gaara wandered through the grave yard, it had been a few weeks since Sasuke had left him for someone else, and this was the first time that he had dared brave the place of their meeting.
He wandered further and further into the land of the dead, staring at the many grave stones, wondering if any of them had family to care for them.
Finally he came to the crypts, he never went to this area; Sasuke had always said that this place made him uncomfortable. Gaara looked to the small abodes, some of the crumbling, some of them in good repair, most covered in ivy or surrounded by thorny, overgrown rosebushes.
Gaara couldn't help but think oddly of it. The place with the grave stones had been so… Dreary, dismal and creepy even. Where had met Sasuke… Maybe it was some sort of foreboding, an omen of what would come of them. He frowned, he had been thinking of him again.
But this place…
Something caught his attention in the distance, a figure, with long dark hair, and some white billowing behind it.
Gaara stood frozen to the spot as it entered one of the crypts and he gulped, 'A ghost?' Despite his shaken fear, he decided to find out first hand.
End Part 1
Poem by Edna St. Vincent Milay