"The diagnosis just came back. Your wife has stage four cancer. She doesn’t have much time left."
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Fear. It had been a long time since Noboru Kobayashi experienced true fear. Whenever he was on missions, it was never fear that plagued him. But worry, anxiety, doubt. Never fear. He was taught from an early age, during his first years at the Academy, to never fear your enemy or your mission because that will only drag you down. That knowledge had served him well over his many years as a shinobi. Lives were saved, decisions quickly made that ended up saving instead of sacrificing. But this...this is what true fear felt like. And he didn't ever want to experience this again.Mito sat on the patient's bed, a sob wrenching from her body. Tears flowed down her face, but Noboru could only stare at the doctor without a single expression gracing his features. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. Everything was numb. He could'nt breathe. He couldn't see straight. Thoughts were rampaging through his head and they were so loud. Noboru's hand found itself on Mito's, grasping it for dear life. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. But the nightmare continued on like a black parade, never ending with nowhere but six feet under to go. The doctor left them alone to grieve, and Noboru wrapped his arms around Mito, cradling her, slightly rocking her as she sobbed. This is happening. This is happening. This is happening. And finally, Noboru cracked. The news finally registering in his brain, the tears flowing like a river, his own hands shaking. He wanted to be strong. He needed to be strong. But he couldn't. Not here. Not now. He needed to cry, to be with his wife, now more than ever. Kobayashi Mito died three weeks later in her sleep. Her daughter, Fuyumi, had found her.









