Whom I strife to protect

He screamed her name and was gone from the stands.

He had moved before he even knew he was. Her cousin's strike had closed in on her heart and he just moved. The muscles in his legs and lower back surely must have been destroyed as he forced as much chakra as possible through them. The other had no time to blink before his arm cracked in half, his palm shattered against the sheer wall of chakra his obstacle becomes. As the chakra emitted from the palm strike floods his lungs, he turns around, the blood red, raging eyes instantly become soft and blue as the sky again.

"You okay there?"

She answers, may have screamed even, but he couldn't hear it as he falls towards the stone floor.

Devotion

He screamed from the top of his lungs. She hit the ground with a sickening crack. The man walks up to her. He talks, says things that are absolutely unimportant. The spike pierces her body and his mind burst into flames, his heart breaks over and over as he looses control.

Gone, gone and dead. Revenge, it is all he has left, for his love was taken.

His hazed mind knows but one thing. He must pay. And he screams in rage for all to hear.

Alive

They scream in relive and joy. It is over and they all are alive. As they throw his tired body into the air again, he spots her in the crowd, as exhausted as he is but her smile banishes all fatigued from his body. Twirling midair, he drops to the ground besides his friends. Hobbling over to her he takes her hand before he drops to his knees.

"I do too," he croaks out, as she kneels in front of him. She doesn't say a word, but her eyes, these eyes he lost himself at for years, are shining in delight. It took him long enough, so he decides not to have her wait any longer.

His lips meet hers and the crowd might have screamed and cheered, they could have been dead silent or cursed them to death. Neither would have heard.

Strong

Hand in hand they stand before the giant monstrosity as it screams in rage. His chakra pools all around them, shrouding them in red. Now, it will end. Now they will end this war.

But it doesn't work out. The moon red as blood, looms over them, drawing them away into world full of falsehood. But she isn't fooled. No longer will she be weak. Strong is her heart, too strong for her to be held captive by a world of weak illusion. Nothing keeps her heart from it's other half.

Side by side, strike for strike. They hammer away at the god that threatens their way, their believes. Together as one, for those they strife to protect, no god shall stand in their way.

He leaves to fight, to settle the matter once and for all. And she let's him go, for he is strong and so is she. That they know. Still, she screams her lungs out to convey her trust; she's sure he heard.

Home

The little one screams loud and strong. She takes her son for the first time in her arms, exhausted but incredibly happy. He was overjoyed, the little one had his eyes and his own mothers stark red hair.

She was quiet, she did not scream. Never in his life had they been this scared before. But their baby girl was alive and healthy, her hair as raven as her mothers and eyes as blue as her fathers.

He had a family, for she gave him one. He was loved, for she would do nothing but love him forever.

She was strong, for he gave her strength. She loved, for he let her do so, fully and completely.

They were home, and for once, it was silent around them as they lived in peace.