Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I would not be writing FANfiction.

It never surprised her to find him alone, muffling his sobs in the darkness of the night. She expected it, waited for it, and everytime he asked how she knew where to find him she would only reply with a small upward curve of her lips. And everytime, she would ask him why he did it to himself, again and again, tortured himself with something unattainable, something so precious and so out of reach, even though she knew the answer.

He only ever would say that it was something she would never understand.

And so this night, she reached out her pale hand and looked at him with her translucent eyes, eyes that saw through him.

"Come with me. I can help you forget her, forget all of your pain, if you'll only let me."

He flinched back from her and glared, tears streaming down his face. "Forget it, you don't understand." He walked away, his silhouette solitary in the moonlight.

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You don't want to forget, do you? You won't let go of this dream of yours, even though you know my sister will never love you like she does Him. And you know that no matter how hard you work, how hard you try, how much sweat, blood and tears you put into it, you're only ever going to be second best.

We're more alike than you think, Kiba. I can understand that.

I still tell myself I can be the best, that I'm stronger than my sister. But it doesn't matter, I'm only the second born.

Fate is cruel, isn't it?

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It's true that no matter how hard we work, it does't matter in the end. We tell ourselves that if we be the best that we can be, everything will be okay. Sadly, in reality, there are only few happily ever afters and the rest of us are left in the dust of everything we hoped for.

Philosophically yours,

Achillea