#brokensupport

Peace.

She was at peace lovingly intertwined with him. Nothing but the soft sound of their breaths as they lay their lazily under the pitter patter of rain. If only every day were like this. Lazy. Relaxed. Quiet. All bliss.

Konans half asleep when she just barely feels Yahiko's hands run up and down her curves. He's feeling every inch of her, but shes too enticed by sleep to do more than a slothful shift towards him.

Plush lips brush against the side of his face in an attempt at a kiss. She mumbles sleepily. "Whish we could be like this forever."

Konan is still yet to open her eyes. Yahikos imagine is burned well into her memory that there's no need to. Until he tells her to wake up. It takes a moment but Konan opens her eyes, staring up at the cieling.

Tears begin to well only to soon fall and stream down her cheeks. She no longer was cuddled with Yahiko. She woke up to the spot next to her empty and then bed warm yet cold with lonliness.

[[ Well, it’s either that or Naruto nagging and nagging and nagging until Sasuke sat still for two seconds to take a photo.

I can easily excuse having photos of Sasuke pre-war. They used a genin photo for his bingo book photo and Karin had a photo of him in his (at the time) current outfit on her person. But anything post-war is....headcanon territory.

But omg. We know Naruto wants his face plastered everywhere, he was all too happy to send out photos of him as a kid or henge into.....

I just ruined my own headcanon >_>

[ @broken-support ]

Any skilled author knew how to spin words for occasions, to capture emotion and paint pictures of vibrant color with the drab black brushstroke against white paper. But a master at the craft knew when words didn’t suffice. They recognized the moments where the absence of text spoke more than any combination of words ever could.

Jiraiya had never considered himself a master. His own life showcased the ability to talk; silence had been reserved for analysis.

In that moment, though, of looking at a face that usually held a smile so bright it could light up a cave, words failed him. Looking back on this moment he would recognize the silence for what it was – the rawest communication of broken emotion a human was able to give. 

This was not a moment to remain silent.

Hands caressed shoulders before he cupped his student’s head. “Shhh.” A soothing murmur from a broken throat, reaching far for comfort he had to believe existed. “Never, never have you wasted my time, nor are you a failure.”

@broken-support and I had a conversation

“I’m fine, Konan, really.”

No, not really, if that sharp pain every time he takes the smallest breath is actually his ribs sticking in places nice, perfectly fine bones have no place poking around.

Of course, he’s going to pretend that it isn’t half as bad as it actually is if it means getting back out there, if it means not letting those men and women who followed him into this fight continue on without him against the likes of the Salamander’s enforcers-

“I can handle it; save your energy for finding those who’re really going to need the help.”

“Yahiko..” Her tone is that of disappointment. She know’‘s that Yahiko is the type to fight against pretty much any ailment for the sake of their shared idea, but was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would take some time to heal a broken rib of all things. Once again she’s proven wrong, but is determined to get convince him to rest.

Konan eases herself to sit on the edge of the bed next to him, she doesn’t want to cause too much of a disturbance that would end up inducing any kind of pain.

How is she dealing with it? How does one deal with losing someone as important as him. Twice now has this world robbed her of almost everything she valued.  Her family was once again ruined by the cruelty of the universe. This one held its own uniqueness having been built all on its own; together with two other cheated souls.

While it was true that she still had Nagato, Yahiko had transcended that than that. She couldn’t quite explain it, but there had been a shared bond unlike any she had felt before. Would it be cheesy to say soulmate? Maybe so. There was this sort of attachment that she had with him. Nothing strange or unnatural in any terms. It was more like a puzzle and pieces had fit perfectly together; a lock and key.

With grief so heavy it feels nearly impossible to bear on such weak shoulder, it easily manifests into confusion, anger, and vengeance. Yes the world shall know pain, according to Nagato, and she follows along. Nagato is her only guidance now. She can stay true to her promises she made to Yahiko, that she would support Nagato; the bridge to peace.

From his death, God is erected, and he bears the same visage.  Although a farce as it is Nagato in disguise, Yahiko is born into a new life.

That bastard will accept the consequences of tearing their family apart; of tearing down their bridge. They too can tear families apart and Hanzo the salamander shall be forced to understand their pain. God will take his family, his friends, and his associates. Not even the children will be spared.  One by one they will all fall, until it is only him. Hanzo the coward, begging for mercy at God’s feet from the pain he had no problem inflicting unto others through his cowardice.  

Maybe Yahiko would not approve. She knows he wouldn’t and that eats her alive. Konan does it for him anyway, but it does nothing to really help her grieve. Even 20 years after the fact, she still dreams about him. They’re vivid and sometimes unpleasant. It is torture she believes she deserves for getting him killed. That’s how she copes.

this is a good but frustrating post because it’s true