Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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Despite popular opinion rainy days in Konoha are actually very common.

"From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we gather today to say good bye to…"-the priest continued on with the speech.

Today is a rainy day. Its pretty cold, of a scale between 1-5, you can say it's about 4. Still that's not stopping me from attending this funeral.

"She was so young, it's not fair. Such a sweet girl, she would never hurt anyone. Its not fair, not fair at all.." says the mother trying not to weep.

This funeral belongs to one of my classmates. I didn't know her very well but I had met her once, or twice, or perhaps a bit more than that. Don't ask me how.

That is all ancient history. Like the sands of time and so fourth.

"Chakra, she didn't have enough Chakra to support her body, even for a civilian. That is what the Doctor said. Her reserves were so low that she simply wasted away her life," the father mumbles.

Pathetic really.

Dying from too little chakra. Why does someone like me even bother showing up for something this stupid? Its no wonder my classmates are having a riot over this incident.

The girl was not very liked, the only one in my class more meek than her would have to be that Hyuuga girl-but at least she could hold her own when push came to shove.

Weak people should just die

It's the truth. The strongest survive, it's our way of life. The life of the Ninja and the Art of the Strong.

"Do you think anyone will show up, her friends perhaps," the mother asks. Rain continued to pelt her cheeks. It's difficult to tell how much is tears and how much is rain.

"I don't think they will, we told Iruka, but from what he told me she didn't have many friends," the father says his soft voice cracking a bit.

"Not one? What about the Yamanaka girl?," the mother asks her voice also breaking.

"They were not friends- just classmates. You know Sakura, she is too insecure to reach out to others," the father says putting his hands together for a silent prayer.

"But there was a blond haired girl visiting her perhaps once or twice a week in the hospital, surely that was Ino?" the mother asks.

The old man shakes his head "That was never Ino, it was someone else-a boy I think. He was just small that's all."

It takes her a moment to get the implications. Then she smiles sadly. "Whoever that child was, he must have had a very patient heart. Sakura was locked onto all of those machines, those tubes and therapies; she was just never the same afterwards. Some nights-,"

"I know. I didn't like it either, however it kept her alive. I just wished I was there for-,"

The mother put a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"You don't have to say anything, you tried your hardest. You did all you could. We both worked to pay those hospital bills-but in the end…" The mother leaves it at that.

Its time for me to make my leave right now, getting up from my place behind the trees I walk out from this funeral.

It's a civilian grave yard.

Looking around there are many tombstones here.

The dates are important.

October 10th. The day the Nine-tailed fox attacked.

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