Death

"Dad? Dad. They're waiting. It's time."

Fragrance of incense filled the room, coupled with that of the flowers nearby. The small body clothed in a formal kimono lay outstretched on the bed, hands placidly folded, small kunai in them to ward off evil spirits.

Shikaku reached to touch her hair one last time, strands of black and silver slipping through his fingers.

"I know." Shikaku finally replied. "I'll be there soon."

Shikamaru thought he had never seen his father look so small.

Turning to leave the room he realized he was not sure to whom his father had been speaking.

The End